The atmosphere in the Qiyan tribe suddenly became tense.
The training of soldiers was carried out every day. A large amount of materials that could be plundered from the outside world were constantly moving in and out of the Buerhan Mountains, making intensive preparations for the great war that would come sooner or later.
The legendary feat of the battle at Bright Summit, in which the Ming Cult killed hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers and fled away, did not cause a sensation in "Jianghu". Firstly, the Ming Cult had carried out a very good information blockade, and secondly, the incident took place in the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest and both sides were far away from the Central Plains. Of course, it was difficult to attract the attention of the Central Plains martial arts world, so the incident almost disappeared in the mainstream media.
However, for the Turkic overlord of the grassland, such a shocking move naturally could not escape the eyes of the Turkic overlord, who finally focused all his attention on this tribe that could not be underestimated, so soon the envoys sent by the Turkic army arrived at the tribe and conveyed the final ultimatum to the Qiyan tribe.
At this time, the news of the Turkic army's mobilization was already known to the tribe. Wu Shentong of the Western Army and Youming of the Eastern Army, with hundreds of thousands of troops, swept across the entire outer border from both sides. Feng Yancheng personally led the main force of the Central Army and attacked the Qiyan tribe directly.
This man was the spiritual leader of the Turkic army, with great military exploits, including killing Xiao Jue and Yelu Chutian in battle. During the ten-year Khitan-Turkic hegemony, the tens of thousands of Golden Wolf troops under his command never lost a battle, and he was known as the God of War!
Inside the Qiyan King's tent, a group of people were discussing in the room, and gradually the sound of talking came from outside the door. Everyone stopped discussing, and at the door, Bailu Timur and a figure wearing a Turkic official uniform appeared.
With a "whoosh" sound, everyone looked at the tent and stood up at the same time. The Turkic envoy was obviously stunned for a moment. Bailu Timur looked around at everyone inside, smiled gently and said, "This is the envoy from the Turkic people, Mr. Tuli, sir, this is a man from my Qiyan tribe."
Na Tuli looked around and laughed, "As expected, he is a hero. No wonder he could do such a world-shaking feat on the top of the Ming Cult's Bright Summit!"
Temujin stood up, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Sir, you are too kind. I am just a reckless man who is brave for a moment. But Mr. Feng Yancheng of your country is full of wisdom and has never been defeated in his battles outside the Great Wall. I admire him very much!"
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Ren Ya tightly grasped Zhou Yi's hands, and her exquisite Heavenly Demon Qi quickly merged with Zhou Yi's Nine Heavens Qi. After circulating in his body for three cycles, she said with a frown, "Alas! You have been hiding this from me. It turns out that your injuries are still so severe. Your Qi was all dispersed by the Toad Skill, and seven or eight of your main meridians were broken. It's really unbelievable that you can survive by circulating your Qi thanks to the miraculous effect of the Nine Heavens Sutra!"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, but his expression was firm, and he said in a deep voice: "Fools have their own luck. Destruction leads to establishment, and failure leads to success. I hope that the Sun-Changing Method can really have the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life as the legend says!"
The sun rises above the horizon, illuminating the grassland.
Ren Ya used his superb Heavenly Demonic Power to draw the Nine Heavens Qi hidden in Zhou Yi's body, stimulate the potential of his three meridians and seven chakras, and release his remaining Qi; as for whether he could restore Zhou Yi's broken main meridians, it depended on his own skills and the magical effect of the Sun-Changing Method.
"It comes from a thought and ends with a thought; where birth and death are extinguished, the extinction of life arises..."
Zhou Yi silently recited the profound formula of the Day-Changing Method, his mind settled within his own meridians, and everything seemed to be in sync with what was said in the formula of the Day-Changing Method. He gradually entered a state of absolute relaxation and rest, with no self and no others, a true state of lying meditation.
A few wild eagles were circling over a small lake and sparse woods in the distance. Zhou Yi quietly closed his eyes and fell into a sound sleep.
As he sat there like an old monk passing away, traces of light golden light quietly seeped out from the pores of his skin, and then wrapped around his body like tiny vines, tempering his skin, muscles, and even bones in a strange way.
Under the tempering of this light golden light, Zhou Yi's previously fair skin gradually took on a hint of bronze, which made his body seem more powerful.
As he passed away, it seemed as if the entire star field was fused with his breathing. Every time he breathed harder, every flower and grass on the grassland seemed to ripple with it. With this breath, time slipped away like sand between fingers... ... ... .
After several hours, there was a sudden movement from Zhou Yi's body that was as dead as a dead tree. Wisps of light golden flames suddenly began to flow out from his body. These flames entwined and squirmed, wrapping around Zhou Yi's entire body and burning fiercely.
"roar!"
As the roar sounded, the calm light golden flame suddenly began to riot wildly, and the pair of tightly closed eyes finally trembled slightly at this moment, and then slowly opened.
His eyes opened, and in his pitch-black pupils, golden flames suddenly burned. Two rays of fire shot out from his eyes, like two lasers, tearing two cracks several feet long on the grass on the ground!
A breath of extremely hot air slowly came out from Zhou Yi's throat, and as the breath came out, the bronze color on Zhou Yi's body slowly faded.
"Day-changing Technique! Success!"
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Inside the king's tent, Tuli was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a handsome appearance and a lot of talk. He was probably a man of prominent family background among the Turks. Perhaps it was the overwhelming momentum of the Turks on the grassland today that those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish, that there was an extraordinary spirit in his words and deeds that looked down on the world.
After asking him to sit down, Tuli began to talk, analyzing the situation on the grassland clearly, and his words were quite majestic. However, no matter what he said, Temujin's face was full of disdain and sneer, which made Tuli puzzled.
Tuli bowed, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Since he entered the door, he has been carefully looking at the young and burly tribal leader opposite him.
He was tall and slender, with a handsome and majestic appearance, wearing a pair of ancient leather armor, with a vigorous face and extraordinary momentum. As the chief envoy of the Turkic tribe, he had met most of the leaders of the tribes outside the Great Wall over the years, even the Khitan Emperor Yelu Chutian and even the Khitan's golden commander Xiao Jue, who could never compare with him.
If we have to find a leader who can be compared with him, it can only be the proud son of the Turkic nation in our own country!
Grassland Martial Master—Fengyan City! (To be continued)