Chapter Seventy-One: The Barbarian Ancient Tower
"You can't touch this person!"
Duan Lang's three-foot-long front stopped in mid-air, unable to fall for a long time, and an incomparable aura locked on him.
At Nanzhan Buzhou, a burly figure slowly walked into the post station.
This person has a rough face, a pair of eyes that are calm, wearing animal clothes and leather armor, ten feet tall, a pair of arms comparable to the thighs of ordinary people, and eyes as big as oxen.
With every step of this person, there is a flame in the same place.
Many old people in Nanzhan Buzhou opened their mouths in shock when they saw this person's appearance, and they couldn't speak for a long time.
Duan Lang was forced to retract his three-foot long blade, the soles of his feet left Ye Xuan's body, took a step back, looked at the person with solemn eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
"Me, you don't deserve my name. The burly man shook his head, and there was disdain for Duan Lang in his tone.
Although Duan Lang had anger in his heart, he forcibly suppressed the displeasure in his heart under the oppressive force of this person, and said, "This person has ruined the things of my sect, how can the seniors give up on this matter." ”
"If you really want to say that, it's hard to forgive. The burly man thought for a moment and nodded
Hearing the burly man say this, Duan Lang's heart was relieved, but before he could be happy, this person's next sentence almost suffocated him from internal injuries.
"But he is different and can be forgiven. ”
"Senior, you're a bit of a strong man, aren't you? Duan Lang said in a deep voice
The burly man raised his eyebrows, looked at Duan Lang, stretched out his thick palm, and said, "What's wrong with the inheritance, bring it to me to see." ”
One sentence blocked the words that Duan Lang wanted to say in his throat.
The burly man looked at the three-foot long blade in Duan Lang's hand and grabbed it with his palm.
Duan Lang only felt that the three-foot long blade in his hand was grabbed, and under this force, he was like a baby in front of an adult.
An unsteady sword flew into the hand of a burly man.
Duan Lang felt the empty hand and looked at the burly man with a pair of angry eyes.
The burly man looked at the three-foot long blade in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he saw an inaudible purple line on the surface of the three-foot long blade.
"Hehe, good means, don't lose Ye Xue at all. The burly man looked at the purple line on the three-foot-long front and praised
Then, under Duan Lang's incredible gaze, his palm brushed the surface of the three-foot long front, and the inaudible purple line disappeared into the sword body.
After doing all this, the burly man nodded with satisfaction, and then threw the three-foot long blade to Duan Lang, scolding, and said, "Here you go, a broken high-grade mysterious weapon will make you feel distressed." ”
Duan Lang took the three-foot long blade like a treasure and carefully looked at the sword body itself.
When the burly man saw Duan Lang's appearance, he said disdainfully, "No wonder Dongsheng Shenzhou is the weakest of the four continents, and it's not unreasonable. ”
Hearing the burly man's words, Duan Lang didn't dare to make a fire even if he was angry.
The burly man frowned, looked at the fire cloud in the sky, and said, "Gadgets, it's scary." ”
Under Duan Lang's puzzled gaze, he saw a wave of the burly man's palm, and the fire clouds in a circle above the sky suddenly disappeared, and the space returned to a blue color.
Then, under Duan Lang's shocked gaze, he bent down and picked up Ye Xuan, who was already unconscious, and walked towards Nanzhan Buzhou.
"That's right. ”
The burly man suddenly stopped.
Duan Lang looked at the burly man's back.
"Improve your strength well, maybe Dongsheng Shenzhou will need you in the future. ”
After saying this, he continued to raise his steps and walked into the distance.
And in the distance, those old people from Nanzhan Buzhou suddenly knelt down under the puzzled gaze of others, and their voices shook the sky.
"Greetings to Lord Guta. ”
"He's Lord Guta?!!"
The young barbarian beside him was shocked when he heard the old barbarian's words
Immediately, he looked at the departing figure, and there was a deep color of worship in his eyes.
Ancient Tower, a legendary figure in Nanzhan Buzhou, there are legends of ancient towers among various clans and even tribes, which are praised by the old people, and all young barbarians regard ancient towers as idols, regardless of clan and tribe.
And at this post station at the junction of Dongsheng Shenzhou and Nanzhan Buzhou, they saw the idol in their hearts.
Nanzhan Continent, the harshest and most dangerous continent in the Shenzhou Continent, the endless plains, the bare land of the bare land, the storms that rise from time to time, the volcanoes that erupt at any time, and the increasingly powerful demon beasts that live in harsh environments.
In a vast low-lying area, thatched huts stand in between, braziers, and men and women in animal clothes and leather armor walk among them, and a nine-story ancient pagoda is tattooed on their arms.
They have different shapes, some have fangs, but they are smiling and holding children, some are short and the soles of their feet are different from ordinary people, or some have strange hairstyles.
But without exception, they all get along quite harmoniously.
In one of its thatched huts, a young girl was lying on the side of the bed, her hair combed into strips of twisted flowers, tied up high, and her big eyes looked curiously at the boy who was lying on the bed and looked different from the teenager of the same age.
Not...
Ye Xuan, who was lying on the bed, only felt unbearable pain all over his body, and couldn't help but make a sound.
Ye Xuan's voice alarmed the girl, and the girl stood up in a panic, her eyes flustered.
Spread his legs and ran out, shouting as he ran.
"Abba, Abba. ”
Hearing the voice, Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the figure of the girl leaving.
Ye Xuan opened his eyes and turned his eyes to look at the unfamiliar room.
The simple tables and chairs, all kinds of monster beast fur were hung in the room, and there were specimens made of monster heads, and what was covered on him was a piece of monster fur.
Ye Xuan wanted to brace his body, but as soon as he moved, unbearable pain came from his body, and he had no choice but to lie on the bed.
Ye Xuan only remembered that he was sarcastically ridiculed by Duan Lang, the sect leader of the Broken Sword Sect, after losing the battle, and then passed out in a coma.
"Where is this?" Ye Xuan muttered as he looked at the unfamiliar room
"This is Nanzhan Buzhou, Gu. ”
Suddenly, the curtain of the door was lifted, and two figures walked by, one of which was the girl who had just run out.
The girl hid behind a middle-aged man, sticking out her head from time to time to look at Ye Xuan.
And the middle-aged man in front of the girl is nearly three meters tall, like a giant.
The middle-aged man walked to the side of the bed with a smile on his face and said with a smile, "Are you awake?"
Ye Xuan looked at the tall middle-aged man with a wary gaze and asked
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man didn't have the slightest anger at Ye Xuan's vigilance, and said, "My name is Gu Teng, the Great Elder of the Gu Clan. ”
He pointed to the girl behind him and introduced, "This is my daughter Gu Lin." ”
"Hello Elder Gu, you just said that this is Nanzhan Buzhou?" Ye Xuan asked
"Exactly. Guten nodded.
"But why am I here?" Ye Xuan looked around, puzzled.
"You were brought here by Lord Guta. ”
The girl known as Gu Lin said, and after saying that, she hid behind Gu Teng's back.
"Ancient Tower?" Ye Xuan was surprised.
Gu Teng obviously didn't want to talk too much to Ye Xuan now, and said, "You are not in good health yet, I will tell you after you have rested." ”
Although Ye Xuan was eager to know all this, Gu Teng was right, with his current body, it was useless to know too much, so he had to rest for a while, and only after he had taken care of his body could he solve the problem.