??? Fang Yan was dragged by the rough man, he was a little helpless in his heart, his strength was not one-tenth of what he used to be, the rough man's strength was strange, and it was expected that he was captured, it was not so much that Fang Yan deliberately let the rough man be captured.

He was full of curiosity about the tribe, the legend said that the people there were very primitive, cultivating the power of heaven and earth, and acting informally, Fang Yan could only vaguely understand part of it in ancient books, so he was full of curiosity about this indigenous person hiding in the Qingshan Mountains.

Of course, curiosity is curiosity, and he is also prepared for the worst, preparing the means to escape at any time. It is estimated that now because of Liu Feiteng's heavy blow, Liu Wu will be furious, and it is better not to go back to the West District for the time being.

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Moving all the way, Fang Yan's mood improved from the previous coldness, and soon his face was covered with black lines, and he barely stretched out his neck and said to the rough man: "Brother, can you slow down, my back hurts so much." ”

The rough man turned around and shouted at Fang Yan, and he couldn't stop talking, but Fang Yan couldn't understand a word. "Why do these natives have such strange accents and dress like this, can't they learn from me to be more low-key?"

As soon as he thought about it, he immediately remembered that he was carrying a big pillar on his back now, and he must be the focus wherever he went, and he was bound to be no longer low-key, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Along the way, Fang Yan grinned in pain, and the rough man kept talking, and the two of them walked forward noisily. After about two hours, the rough man stopped abruptly and lowered the rope that was dragging Fang Yan from his shoulder. Fang Yan only felt his body swing, raised his head and looked at it, he couldn't help but gasp, his body was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person stayed there.

In the center of this basin is a huge tribe!!! the tribe is so large that it is entrenched in this basin like a hidden beast. The many stone houses in the tribe and the fence more than one meter high all reveal the antiquity of this place. At the main gate of Fang Yan, there is a huge gate carved out of stone, and on both sides are watchtowers made of bamboo, and the surroundings are very calm, and there is no trace of human activity.

Fang Yan stared blankly at the scene in front of him, "I didn't expect that there was such a big tribe hidden here. I thought the tribe was weak, but now it seems that the area of Falling Flower City is about the same. Fang Yan's heart set off a monstrous wave, and at the same time, his heart was shrouded in suspicion, "Such a big tribe, and entrenched in the green mountains, why have I never heard of anyone finding clues before?"

The rough man was visibly agitated, and he whistled to the sky, and the sound was long, resounding through the sky. A moment later, the same whistle sounded from within the tribe, and figures appeared on the watchtower.

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes, the sun was shining straight at this moment, and he could barely see the appearance of those people through his eyelashes. The same bronze complexion, the same beast skin skirts, those people were dressed like the rough man before. Similarly, there are red lines on their faces that extend to their necks.

As if he had seen his fellow clan, the rough man danced with his hands and feet, and said something to the people above, pointing at Fang Yan. Fang Yan was confused, but the people above nodded again and again, and a strong man led by him waved his hand, only to hear a loud bang, the stone gate opened a gap, slowly opened to both sides, and several figures walked out of it.

Fang Yan's expression froze, these people all exuded not weak fluctuations, about two or three layers of condensation, and the person who was the leader had exaggerated muscles all over his body, exuding the power of vigorous qi and blood. At least six layers of blood gathering, and it was the sixth layer of blood gathering of the body refining flow, Fang Yan judged it, and was secretly shocked in his heart. You must know that it is extremely difficult to cultivate the strength of the Dao, and you have to open the blood in your body to improve your qi and blood. The sixth layer of blood gathering is not very strong in Fang Yan's eyes now, so the atmosphere here is extremely primitive, and the cultivation resources must be extremely simple when you think about it, it is even more terrifying.

Seeing the big man, the previous rough man's attitude suddenly became respectful, he knelt on one knee, raised his right hand and drew a cross in the center of his eyebrows, and after the big man bowed slightly, the rough man got up and communicated with the big man. After a while, Dahan nodded, and raised his hand to three people behind him, carrying Fang Yan. The rough man laughed at Fang Yan twice, his expression was quite complacent, and the group carried Fang Yan and walked into the tribe in one after another, and behind him, the gate was suddenly closed, and the surrounding tribe regained calm.

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Fang Yan's hands and feet were tied and he couldn't struggle, not to mention that he didn't want to struggle. Carried by the crowd, he began to carefully observe his surroundings left and right.

The stone houses are very neatly arranged, and there are even pebbles protruding from the stone-paved paths. Although most of the buildings here are made of stone, the decoration is very ornate, and it is not weaker than the decoration of the Falling Flower Castle.

But the strange thing is that Shangyan didn't see too many residents along the way, and often met one or two, and the other party's face changed and walked away. Even Fang Yan saw a child covered by his mother's eyes and quickly walked into the house. "What's the matter, Fang Mou asked himself before he cultivated the Dao, he was also a weak scholar, even if he looked average, his temperament was here, why did they look at me like a monster. Fang Yan was depressed in his heart.

The crowd walked hundreds of meters, and the surrounding buildings began to shrink. At this time, Fang Yan's gaze fell to the front, his breathing suddenly became short, and he saw a huge mountain! The mountain was in the middle of the tribe, it seemed extremely abrupt, the mountain looked hollow out, and in the front, a three-person high hole appeared, and there was a faint fire light coming from it.

Everyone carried Fang Yan and walked into the cave one by one, the bonfires on both sides were swaying in the wind, and the shadows were reflected on Fang Yan's face, which looked extremely weird. The passage was not long, and soon, Fang Yan only felt that his field of vision was wide, and he had entered the interior of the mountain. Sure enough, this place is hollowed out, and the inside is a large square, and the square is full of people.

"I. A group of indigenous !!!"

Fang Yan was dumbfounded, the people here couldn't see the end when they looked at it. They were all dressed in animal skin clothes, the same as those who carried them, and when they saw Fang Yan and the others coming in, they immediately exploded, they whispered in a dialect that Fang Yan didn't understand, and pointed at Fang Yan from time to time.

Fang Yan felt weird, he had always been low-key, and the appearance of being the focus of attention at the moment was naturally uncomfortable, and although Fang Yan couldn't understand what they were saying, judging from their expressions, those people actually had a trace of sympathy.

The big man who was led before waved his hand, and everyone began to walk inside with Fang Yan on their shoulders, and those natives all consciously made way of a road, and at the end of the road, a figure knelt there with his back to Fang Yan.

After approaching, Fang Yan saw the person clearly, it was an old man, his gray beard was dragging on the ground, there were also a few red lines on his face, and a black cane was stuck on the ground beside him, the style of the cane Fang Yan felt familiar.

Unlike the others, the old man was dressed in sackcloth. Now he was kneeling there, and there were words in his mouth. The big man at the head stepped forward quickly, and said these things to the old man, the old man closed his eyes and nodded slightly, and after half a ring, he opened his eyes, grabbed the cane next to him and supported himself.

Only when the old man got up did Fang Yan see the situation behind him clearly. The old man was just kneeling, and there was a huge statue, the head of which was almost touching the top of the cave. The body seems to be made of vermilion material, as if it has been soaked in blood.

The statue is located in the very center of the cave, and the appearance of a man can be vaguely seen. The man stood with his hands in his hands, his shirt carved as if flying in the wind, and his red hair draped behind him. The strange thing was that the man's face seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, and Ren Fangyan couldn't see his face clearly when he opened his eyes wide. A feeling of uninhibited uninhibition spreads from the statue.

The old man walked towards Fang Yan with his cane, and the latter also turned his gaze to him. After a long silence between the two, the old man was the first to break the silence, and he spoke:

"Wow Wow Wow%¢¥#&......"

“......”

Fang Yan's face was full of black lines, he thought that the old man was wearing sackcloth and should be able to communicate with him, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't understand the language.

"Fang was able to write at the age of three, knew the seven classics and six meanings at the age of seven, read all the medical classics at the age of twelve, and was arrested on the mountain at the age of fifteen to embark on the path of cultivation, but he didn't expect that he would be planted in the hands of a group of natives now. ”

Fang Yan looked up to the sky and sighed, but he didn't notice that the old man's eyes widened, and his expression became strange.

He coughed lightly and said slowly: "You kid is so rude, humiliating us in front of all of us, aren't you afraid that we will throw you out to feed the wolves?"

Hearing the old man's words, Fang Yan was stunned, and only after a long time did he react, gasped and muttered, "So you...... You, you, you can speak human words. ”

This time it was the old man's turn to turn dark, and he said angrily: "The old man is the barbarian of this bloody barbarian branch, of course, he knows all the languages of southern Xinjiang, you junior don't talk nonsense." ”

Fang Yan blinked, Blood Barbarian Branch, is this the name of this tribe. After he secretly wrote it down, he asked tentatively: "Senior, Zai Ben didn't mean to offend, but he had no choice but to stumble into this place by mistake, can he let Zai Xia leave?"

But seeing the old man smiling suspiciously, he said slowly: "Do you want to leave? You are a good sacrifice for the clan lord, how can you let you go?"

Fang Yan's heart jumped, a bad feeling welled up in his heart, he hurriedly retracted his hand into his cuffs, and a small bottle of spiritual liquid was held in his hand.

Spiritual liquid is a thing that can replace immortal power to urge magic weapons, but it is not worth using it, and ordinary monks usually use it to assist in cultivation and exchange for items after obtaining spiritual liquid. At this moment, Fang Yan wanted to use the spiritual fluid to urge the chains behind him.

After the battle of the border, Fang Yan had already seen that this chain was not unusable before, but that it needed the power of the fifth layer of blood to barely urge it. Now that his cultivation has fallen to the bottom, it is better to use the spiritual fluid than to hoard it.

There were still more than two hundred pieces of spiritual liquid in Fang Yan's hand, plus the power of his remaining qi and blood, he should barely be able to urge it, but as soon as he made a move on his side, the old man's eyes flickered in an instant.

I saw him slam his cane on the ground, and a ripple spread outward around the old man. Fang Yan's body suddenly tightened, and the rattans that bound him seemed to be alive, and the bottles of spiritual liquid fell to the ground during the struggle.

The old man bent down, picked up the bottle and looked at it, received the cuff, looked at Fang Yan who was struggling, and sneered: "I didn't expect that there is still some background, but it is destined to be a sacrifice." Someone, subdue him!" As he spoke, two strong men suddenly walked out from behind, pressing Fang Yan to the ground one by one.

The old man snorted coldly, turned to face the statue, his expression suddenly became respectful, and he whispered: "Great clan lord, we have caught your sacrifice this month, please take a look." ”

The noisy crowd fell silent for a moment, and after a long time, a lazy voice came from the top of the statue.

"Oh, what is it, don't be a demon beast anymore, I'm going to vomit. ”

Hearing the voice, Fang Yan, who was originally struggling, was stunned, this voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

To be continued