Qiannian Zhenren was shocked and angry, and hurriedly urged the flying needles to turn, but these usually flexible flying needles were entangled in the purple mist, like a quagmire, clumsy. The mysterious purple light flickered, and after only three or two strokes, a thousand and eight flying needles all lost contact with him.

Losing the magic weapon that he regarded as relying on, Qiannian Zhenren suddenly panicked in his heart and had the idea of retreating. At this moment, in his mind, a purple flying sword slashed at him with terrifying spiritual pressure.

"The best magic weapon!" Qian Nian Zhenren was secretly frightened, and he flew backwards as he spewed out a silver shield in front of him.

The Purple Moon Flying Sword slammed straight into the shield with a domineering momentum that was not commensurate with its dexterous appearance.

Seeing that the opponent's sword skills seemed to be extremely poor, Qian Nian Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief slightly, although his silver shield was only a top-grade magic weapon, but the materials were excellent, and the body was solid, even if it was a top-grade magic weapon, it could block a block. As long as he can delay for a moment, and wait for him to withdraw from the purple mist, there will be room for maneuver whether to fight or escape.

But what Qiannian Zhenren didn't know was that under the confusion of the formation, he had actually lost his direction, and the direction in which he flew back was actually facing the center of the purple mist.

Qiannian Zhenren desperately poured mana into the silver shield, waiting for the next impact. Just before the sword and shield were only a few miles apart and were about to intersect, a purple light brushed by, and Qiannian Zhenren's heart was empty, and he lost contact with the silver shield.

The Purple Moon Flying Sword slashed at his talisman shield in the terrifying gaze of Qiannian Zhenren. The shield suddenly cracked, and Qiannian Zhenren was split into two pieces in an unwilling roar.

Xiao Ziyang flew forward and accepted Qian Nian Zhenren's magic weapon and storage ring. He withdrew the Purple Moon Flying Sword and scattered the Great Array.

The purple mist dissipated and followed behind Qiannian Zhenren. The many monks who came towards Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but be stunned when they looked at the corpse that Qian Nian had broken in two.

From Xiao Ziyang spewed out the Purple Moon Flying Sword, laid down a large array, and until the purple mist dissipated, it was only a few breaths of time. Qiannian Zhenren, who moved the East China Sea, was beheaded to death, could it be ...... Could it be that person is a great monk of the Transformation Period?

Come to think of it. Everyone couldn't help but tremble.

Xiao Ziyang killed Qiannian Zhenren, and he didn't feel proud, he only felt depressed in his heart. He let out a long sigh. Urging the light to escape, he turned and left.

Many of the subordinates who were scattered looked at each other for a while. After a few moments, I don't know who took the lead. Everyone dispersed.

Thinking about those good and bad loose practices. Xiao Ziyang was full of taste, hid the light, and flew away in the northwest direction according to the guidance of the Dry Sky Mirror.

Not long after, the fact that Donghai City's scattered cultivator Qiannian Zhenren actually robbed a strange god monk who passed by, and was killed by the other party's anger was spread as a joke by everyone.

Flying away for more than a month. Xiao Ziyang gradually approached the northern prairie, and the golden sword shadow on the Dry Sky Mirror was still pointing to the northwest. Enter the savannah. After flying away for more than ten days, it is not far from the snowy mountains.

On this day, as he swept over a small tribe, the Dry Sky Mirror in the storage ring suddenly trembled.

Xiao Ziyang was overjoyed, hurriedly stopped retreating, and took out the treasure mirror, and the golden sword shadow on it had turned into a golden dot.

Xiao Ziyang fell near the small tribe, a stream of light on his body turned, and his clothes turned into a strange style.

The dress that Xiao Ziyang conjured up was the special costume of the witch doctor on the grassland.

He changed his attire and headed for the small tribe.

The small tribe is located on the edge of a small river and is small in size, with only a hundred tents. In the vicinity of the tribe, water and grass are abundant, and many herders are grazing their cattle.

As he approached the tribe, two tall and mighty mastiffs with luxuriant hair suddenly burst out of a tent on the edge of the grassland, and pounced on him.

The mastiff barked a few feet in front of him. Xiao Ziyang stopped and waited quietly.

A moment later, the tent curtain was lifted and an old woman stepped out. She looked at Xiao Ziyang's outfit, her expression changed, and she hurriedly called out to the two mastiffs.

The witch doctor had a very high status on the prairie, and the old woman did not dare to slack off, so she hurried and walked quickly.

The two mastiffs listened to their master's reprimand, stopped barking and got out of the way. Xiao Ziyang also greeted the old man.

Two mastiffs, one on the left and one on the right, followed him, as if escorting the prisoner.

The old woman came to Xiao Ziyang, put one hand on her shoulder, and bent down to salute: "Respected witch doctor, what kind of wind blew you to our small tribe. There is a good butter tea in the tent, please be sure to enjoy the light, come in and sit. ”

Xiao Ziyang also bent down to make a grassland salute and said: "Kind old mother, the dark clouds have gone to the bad luck, and I went out to see a doctor, and on the way back, the horse broke its front hooves, and without the horse, I got lost, and I walked for a day and a night to come to this tribe, which is really blessed by God." ”

The old woman stepped forward and took Xiao Ziyang's hand and said, "Really poor child, come, come to the old mother's tent, there are clean and soft felt couches, delicious milk skins, butter tea, and hot mare's milk." ”

Entering the tent, Xiao Ziyang frowned a little as he held the steaming mare's milk brought up by the old woman, at this time his flesh was pure, and he really couldn't swallow these mortal foods. But he couldn't help but drink it, so he secretly cast a spell and carried the mare's milk to a distant place and sprinkled it.

He pretended to drink the mare's milk from the bowl in one go, and got into a conversation with the old woman.

From the chat, he got a general idea of the tribe. also basically determined the identity of the master's reincarnation.

In the savannah, no matter how abundant the water and grass are, the number of livestock to raise is always limited, so the size of the tribe should not be too large, and whenever the population exceeds a certain size, it must be divided.

The tribe called Ushur split off from the old tribe only last year.

The head of the Ushur tribe is the eldest son of the head of the old tribe. He was gifted and clever from an early age, having been chosen to study in the Temple of the Guardian for several years, and was the number one warrior among the old tribes, with a great reputation among the young. However, the inheritance system on the grassland is different from the primogeniture system in the Central Plains, where the inheritance system of young sons is popular.

Therefore, the eldest son of the head of the man named Hadan Batar took advantage of the split of the tribe and set up his own door, and with the support of his master and brothers in the temple, he obtained this rich pasture.

The reincarnation of Gomako should be the eldest son of the head of Hadan Battle.

Hadanbaatar married the Nadal tribe last year, and the little princess known as the flower of the tribe, Gingeltai, gave birth to her eldest son three months ago.

According to the old woman, the little prince named Geriletu has not cried or made trouble since he was born, nor does he like to be hugged, and he likes to lie on the couch and close his eyes to recuperate. This situation worries the couple very much. But after asking a few witch doctors to look at it, it didn't work.

A few days ago, the head man took a convoy and a large amount of goods to the royal court of the Tatar tribe, preparing to invite an immortal master from the temple to treat the little prince.

In the chat, Xiao Ziyang found that the old woman kept coughing, he moved his eyes slightly, and saw that the old woman had a very serious lung disease, so he proposed to treat her in order to thank the old woman.

Xiao Ziyang has the assistance of spiritual eyes, and when he asks for a consultation, he can naturally get to the point, which suddenly makes the old man a miracle doctor.

Taking advantage of the old woman's time to go out to fetch water, Xiao Ziyang reached out and grabbed it, and a turquoise elixir condensed from the essence of plants and trees appeared in his hand, and he took out a jade bottle from the storage ring and put the elixir into it.

When the old woman came back, he took out the jade bottle from his bosom, handed it to the old woman, and said, "Old mother, this Tonglung Pill was specially asked from the temple by me to cure my father's cough, but my father was not blessed, and he passed away before I came back from the royal court. My old mother's illness is the same as my father's, and now it's useless for me to keep this elixir, so I'll give it to my old mother. ”

When the old woman heard that it was the elixir asked for by the temple, she hurriedly excused herself, and Xiao Ziyang said again: "If the old mother is not willing to take advantage of me, then prepare a good horse for me to travel." ”

Hearing Xiao Ziyang say this, the old woman reluctantly accepted the elixir.

Under Xiao Ziyang's persuasion, the old woman immediately took this grass spirit pill. Although this elixir can greatly replenish vitality and make the elderly mentally healthy, it has no effect on the treatment of lung diseases.

Xiao Ziyang took advantage of the old woman to take the pill, stretched out her hand and pointed at it, and a mana washed and moistened her lungs back and forth.

However, after a while, all the lesions in the old woman's lungs were removed, and she only felt that her painful, stuffy, and itchy lungs were suddenly refreshed.

After chatting with the old woman for a while, Xiao Ziyang proposed to say goodbye, and the old woman could let him go, so she tried her best to keep it, and said that she would wait for her son to come back and greet him well.

Xiao Ziyang didn't want to leave, so he naturally pushed the boat down the river and stayed.

At ten o'clock in the evening, I only heard the neighing of horses and sheep outside the tent, Xiao Ziyang walked out of the tent with the old woman, and saw a majestic grassland man riding an unsaddled jujube red horse driving thirty or forty horses and more than two hundred sheep, slowly coming towards this side.

The old woman hurriedly stepped forward and helped the big man drive the cattle and sheep into the railing.

Xiao Ziyang also stepped forward to help, he naturally didn't serve the livestock, but he had the magic to cheat, but he also made it look like he didn't help.

The trio quickly put the animals in the pen.

The big man looked rough and rude, but he was very careful, he saw that his mother was very healthy today, and he didn't cough in the middle of the sound, and asked, the old woman took Xiao Ziyang's hand and said: "The dark cloud witch doctor is really a good person, he gave me a elixir that his father asked for from the temple." This elixir is really incredible, as soon as I ate it, I felt that the stuffy pain in my chest was gone, and my spirit was suddenly vigorous. ”

The stout man was overjoyed when he heard this, and he bowed to Xiao Ziyang and said: "You cured my mother's illness, that is, you saved my life, from now on I Batur will be your brother, what do you command, I Batur is willing to go up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire for you!" (To be continued......)