The contest initiated by the youngest son of the Bloodhoof chief of the Eaglehoof tribe, Flamemane, ended in a crushing defeat for him and his followers.

The most seriously injured person was the shamanic white fang, who had a fatal wound on his chest, and if it weren't for the continued effect of the life-sharing shaman, this promising young man would have died at the hands of the "Han Shaman".

The second is the arrows who are proficient in archery, and the excellent heir of the Splithoof family, who was broken off his right hand to hold the bow during the competition, and the injuries were so severe that they were like being cut off by a warrior with an axe.

On the contrary, the initiator of this competition, except for the vitality that was taken away and looked a little tired, the other parts of the body did not hurt much.

Ye Zhiqiu's Left Dao technique was famous, but it only temporarily dispersed his soul, fell into a long slumber, and quickly recovered after being sprinkled with the brilliance of calming his mind by the great shaman of the tribe.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at this coldly, his gaze staring at the place that ordinary people were most likely to ignore, the land under the feet of the barbarian shaman.

Where the white fangs and iron hooves stood, the fertile earth faded from its vigor after the rocky skin was applied, and the black soil that could be pinched out of oil quickly turned into loose sand, and the color of the turf changed from half-green and half-yellow to an ominous withered yellow.

After Ye Zhiqiu carefully examined it, he immediately had a preliminary understanding of these fantasy centaur barbarians.

"The spells of the barbarian shamans, by fading the vitality of the earth, consume the natural environment, and then cause a transcendent level of magic effects. This is a very primitive spell casting system, which is completely different from the Dao Fa that has been gradually perfected after the manifestation of the Dao Fa. ”

After the competition, the "Shaman of the Han Kingdom" did not have the hustle and bustle of the victors, but fell into thought in silence, and this reaction more or less made the barbarian tribesmen who were lost by the defeat feel a little better.

When Ye Zhiqiu came back to his senses, without waiting for the envoy sent by the tribal chief Bloodhoof to stretch out his hand, Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guards, took the lead and forcibly took Ye Zhiqiu, who had become a man of the hour.

Ye Zhiqiu did not object, and the two of them returned to the tent that the tribe had allocated to the caravan. After entering the account, Tie Feng checked Ye Zhiqiu's body up and down, left and right, and was relieved when he found that there was no major problem.

"We are going north this time to do business, and the truth of making money in harmony is not understood?"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded lightly: "The warriors of the barbarian tribe come to challenge, I can't shirk it! Personal honor and disgrace are small, the prestige of the Fallen Chamber of Commerce is big, and besides, I also have to maintain my reputation." ”

When Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guard, heard this, it was reasonable, and he couldn't pick out the thorn at all, so he could only be the head of the forehead.

After Ye Zhiqiu calmed down this person's emotions, his eyes narrowed with a smile: "After the competition close to actual combat, I found that the combat power of this tribe is not very good. The number of fighters is too small, and the combat power can't even match yours, and I can clean them all up with one hand. The shaman they rely on does have merit, but it cannot be released without the aid of musical instruments. The weakness is too obvious. ”

Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guards, couldn't help but shudder when he heard this, his eyes stared at Ye Zhiqiu, and he was inexplicably a little nervous in his heart.

"Brother Ye, do you want to give the Eagle Hoof Tribe to ...... How can you do it alone?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't say anything, everything was made up by Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guards, so as not to cause a lot of right and wrong from his mouth.

"Now the situation in the north has calmed down a little, and business and travel exchanges around the country are gradually recovering, but our chamber of commerce has made up this salt and tea, but it has used a lot of favors, and there is no more than three times the profit, which is equivalent to running for nothing. Therefore, when I found out that the Eaglehoof tribe was very weak, I suddenly had a bold idea. ”

"I want to save the principal of bartering!"

Ye Zhiqiu's ordinary words frightened Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guards, with hairs standing on his back, and suddenly stood up with a "whoosh", and his mind made up all kinds of details by himself, poisoning, arson and other strategies to destroy the corpses, and his ears seemed to hear the wailing and screams of the barbarian women and children.

He raised his head with difficulty, and saw Ye Zhiqiu's white and dazzling teeth, which were no different from before, but the words just now made him shudder, as if he saw a fierce god and evil ghost crawling out of the depths of the underworld, and the blood gushed out of his mouth.

"This must not be done! The strength of the Eaglehoof tribe is not bad, and the chief Bloodhoof is a battlefield warrior with a hundred-man enemy, and dozens of leaders under him are not weaker than me. Don't look at the shaman white tooth and iron hoof being put down by you, he is just a novice who has just come out of the division, the strength of the great shaman of the tribe is really unfathomable, not to mention the patron saint of the eagle hoof tribe, it is said that he is a thousand combat power, how can we win?"

Ye Zhiqiu got the information he wanted, and immediately quietly removed the influence of the Nightmare Prayer Technique on Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guards, and then explained: "I'm just asking casually, you actually took it seriously!"

After the demon and resentment left, Tie Feng's brain quickly regained consciousness, and when he heard Ye Zhiqiu's explanation, he was inexplicably relieved, feeling that it was all his own credit, and he successfully reversed the crisis, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Tie Feng knew that he couldn't stay any longer, otherwise the conversation between the two would collapse, so he hurriedly got up to say goodbye, turned to the caravan master, and urged him to finish it as soon as possible, gather the harvest and hurry back to the journey.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't have any opinion on this, and after waiting for a while, the system didn't give a hint to kill the barbarian shaman, and he knew that the centaur with a white crescent on his forehead was not dead.

"Alas...... I am still not proficient enough in the left path technique, otherwise I will kill the three barbarians in one go, and I will have both shamanism and knowledge. What a pity!"

At the same time, in the big tent of the Eagle-Hoof tribe, the old shaman used all his strength to finally save his disciple, and the young son of the Bloodhoof Chief, Flame Mane, was not a big problem due to his gifted physique, only the arrows who were proficient in archery were cracked and fractured, and his right hand was crushed and fractured, and he was also a cripple when he was rescued, so he was quickly abandoned.

White Fang Ironhoof quickly came to his senses, and when he opened his eyes and saw that he was alone in the small tent, he couldn't help but sigh.

The slight movement caught the attention of the guards outside, and a rather large figure rushed in, with four hooves and manes burning bright red like a raging fire, this person was none other than the young son of the tribal chief, Flame Mane Bloodhoof.

White Fang Iron Hoof turned his head sideways to see the identity of the person who came, and immediately asked, "It's finally over?"

Flamemane Bloodhoof nodded lightly: "It's over! Lord Shaman of the Han Kingdom is indeed powerful." Coming and going is just a trick, but it kills us to the ground. ”

White Fang Iron Hoof thought of Ye Zhiqiu's figure, and a shadow began to appear in his heart, he reached out and touched his chest, and found that the wound had healed.

"I'm okay with you, the archery heir of the Splithoof family, what about our friend?

Seeing the eagerness in his friend's eyes, Flamemane Bloodhoof was inexplicably a little nervous, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a pity! It seems that we are about to lose a close and capable partner. ”

After saying that, he lowered his head with a guilty face, and the white tooth and iron hoof closed his eyes, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, the promising tribal shaman took a deep breath: "This experience of almost dying has improved my abilities a lot. I can feel that the shaman from Han is a plague messenger who carries death, stop provoking him, buy their goods, and send the caravan away as soon as possible. ”

Flamemane Bloodhoof nodded his head again and again, after all, he also felt the same way, that Han Shaman was indeed too dangerous. With his strength, only the great shaman of the tribe and the chieftain himself can face each other head-on.

After the contest was over, the caravan was treated much better, and the Eagle-hoof tribe tried their best to meet the needs of the chief and others, picking up the best furs and horses with young teeth to pay for the salt and tea. As for luxury goods such as silk and porcelain, it was not without precedent that the Bloodhoof chieftain was prepared to use to recruit wandering tribesmen in the steppes, and even to go to other tribes to buy warriors to serve.

The transaction, which was supposed to take two days to complete, was concluded in only half a day, and both parties were extremely satisfied.

In the evening, the Eagle Hoof tribe prepared a bonfire feast, and Ye Zhiqiu saw that the banquet was full of mare's milk wine, milk lumps, roasted mushrooms and other vegetarian dishes, so he hurriedly used a little and returned to his tent to sleep, meditating and refining his qi without mentioning it.

It was Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guard, who slaughtered a lame old sheep on his own initiative, roasted a leg of lamb himself, and sent it to the biggest hero of the trip.

The surface was covered with golden butter flowers, and the aroma of roast mutton, Ye Zhiqiu drooled when he saw it, and he felt a little hungry, but he didn't expect Tie Feng to be so smart and clever.

When Ye Zhiqiu was about to start eating, the two foxes who were placed outside to guard and protect themselves smelled the smell of the master's appetite, and immediately turned around and ate it in one bite.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt very bad, and he couldn't lift his spirits in the face of the roast lamb leg with all the color and flavor, and he would no longer have the longing to enjoy the food.

No wonder the precursor of the fox belonged to the low-grade insect path, only simple spiritual wisdom, and no subjective initiative at all. ”

Ye Zhiqiu lost his appetite, but he knew that his body needed to replenish nutrients, so he could only slice and barely swallow it.

"My current cultivation is still at the initial stage of inducing qi into the body, and I am still far from refining qi and transforming gods, far from the realm of Bigu. If you don't want to eat, it's really miserable!"

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but shudder when he imagined that he was hungry, but seeing that there were barbarian tribesmen all around, he didn't want to put Pinghu away.

"I'm also in a dilemma!"