Fang Yan was dragged by that man, and he was quite helpless in his heart, his strength was completely invalid because he did not have the support of qi and blood, and the strength of that rough man was quite strange.

From the beginning to the end, Fang Yan didn't see the fluctuations of the Dao marks on his body, but the strength he displayed was definitely something that only a Blood Gathering Five-Layer Dao Cultivator could have. With this weak body now, it was expected that he would be caught, not so much that Fang Yan deliberately let that rough man be captured.

He was full of curiosity about this man, and judging by his outfit, it was very likely that he came from a certain tribe. Legend has it that the people in it are very primitive, cultivating the power of heaven and earth, and acting informally, Fang Yan can only vaguely understand part of it in ancient books, so he is full of curiosity about this indigenous person hiding in the Qingshan Mountain Range.

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 forward, Fang Yan's mood improved partially 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?"

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 moment, Fang Yan's gaze fell to the front, his breathing suddenly became short, his gaze shrank suddenly, he saw a huge lake! The area of the lake was huge, and what was even more surprising was that the water flowing inside was actually blood-red, like blood. The whole lake is like a piece of red amber embedded in this tribe, which looks extremely strange.

On the shore of the red lake, there are several figures standing faintly. When Fang Yan got closer, he realized that it were several women, who were also wearing animal skin dresses, and there were two blood-colored lines on their faces. In their arms, they each carried a dark-skinned child who looked like he had just been born.

I saw them kneeling on the ground with the children in their arms, muttering some words that Fang Yan didn't understand, and after half a sound, several people stood up, untied a slender leaf from their waists, dipped it in the lake and stirred it back and forth, and then took it out, and took the tip of the leaf that had become blood-red and slowly swiped it over the faces of those children.

The children, who were still crying, were eerily quiet, allowing the women to paint on their faces. Gradually, two clear red lines spread from the center of their eyebrows to their necks. The red glow flickered, and the lines seemed to be imprinted on the child's face.

Fang Yan watched quietly, his eyes moving rapidly, but he didn't know what his intentions were. The group approached the lake, and it didn't take long for Fang Yan to feel his body pause, and those people stopped. Next to the lake, there is a man-high cave, and there is a statue of a demon beast at the entrance of the cave.

It was a blood-red crocodile, covered in dark red barbs, but its pupils were blue. The crocodile had a huge mouth in the sky, and its expression was full of disdain and mockery, and an astonishing momentum spread from the statue. Fang Yan's heart jumped, "What a fierce beast this is!"

The cave looked like it was a cave, and there was a faint glow of fire coming from inside. Everyone carried Fang Yan into the fish, the bonfires on both sides swayed in the wind, and the shadow was 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 cave. This place is indeed hollowed out, this 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, his face was different from others, there were three lines, and one line through the bridge of his nose was engraved on it. A jet-black cane beside him was stuck in the ground, and 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.