"Although Shiwandashan is dangerous, it still has some connections with the outside world, namely Yingchou Gorge, Liujin River and the Great Plain of Death..."
"These three borders are all very dangerous, but there are also businessmen who risk their lives and run single gangs. They can earn ten times or a hundred times the profit in one trip!"
"At the same time, there are some outside sects who want to take advantage of this opportunity to infiltrate Shiwanda Mountain! There are traces of practitioners near Yingchou Gorge, and I need to find out!"
Sitting on the four-winged griffon, Fang Yuan unfolded the mission scroll and suddenly understood a little more about the outside world.
In fact, the tasks on the Holy Mountain are generally prepared for disciples in the Yuan Dan realm.
When they have reached this point in their cultivation, they are already powerful enough to obtain these high-level information.
"A practitioner from the outside world? I really want to see it!"
…
Flying Eagle Department.
This is a small tribe near Yingchou Gorge. Although the living conditions are poor, fortunately, "traders" occasionally come and exchange animal skins with them for their rare-to-see fine steel weapons, snow-white salt, and fine cloth. , minerals, herbs and other supplies, life is still going well.
Therefore, this small tribe gritted its teeth and persevered and did not choose to migrate.
At this time, in a nearby grove, two waves of teenagers were confronting each other.
Although the number of people in one wave was small, they were proud of themselves. The other wave, although there were many people, had a bit of a smug and internal quarrel.
"Heitu, you have gone too far, Lan Yue is my woman!"
A young man with thick arms and legs and carrying a hunting bow walked out, his face flushed.
"Hmph, we are bloodline warriors, so we should eat the best meat, drink the best wine, and sleep with the most beautiful women!"
Several teenagers showed up with totems and were arrogant. The leader raised his fingers provocatively: "Or... you want to challenge me. As long as you win, I will return the blue moon to you!"
"ah!!!"
The hunter boy shouted to the sky, almost crying.
There was a custom among the barbarians of marrying by robbery. He and Lan Yue were in love with each other. Who would have thought that on the day of their wedding, Lan Yue would be snatched away by Hei Tu, the boss of these young totem warriors!
If you want to get Lan Yue back, there is really no other way besides defeating Heitu.
"I... I challenge you!"
The hunter boy finally shouted this.
"Okay, you're looking for death!" Heitu was overjoyed: "You have all heard it. This is his initiative to challenge the warriors. If you die, you can't blame me!"
Hoho!
Behind him, a black tiger totem appeared and pounced.
Although the young hunter tried hard to swing the dagger, he was hit by a claw on his arm and blood flowed freely.
Even if you have not reached the Dharma Realm, relying on the warmth of the totem, it is easy to deal with an ordinary person.
"Die to me!"
Heitu kicked the boy over with one kick and stepped on his face with the other kick.
"stop!"
In the midst of the violent shouting, a stone came through the air.
"Um?"
Hei Tu stretched out his hand to block it. He felt as if he was being hit hard and took several steps back: "Is it you... Hei Jue?"
"Brother Hei Jue, you are finally here!"
The other teenagers made way for a passage. Apparently, the man named Hei Jue had a high prestige among them.
"Heitu, don't go too far!"
Hei Jue is a thin, dark young man with an ordinary appearance. He frowned at this moment.
"Everything I do is in accordance with tribal rules!" Heitu said proudly: "We are blood warriors, you are just mortals! Good things should be ours!"
There is only one person in a million who can inspire totems, and with advanced practice, you can master all kinds of incredible magical powers.
Compared with them, those ordinary barbarians are indeed just mortals.
"Really? Then today, I will let you see the strength of a mortal!"
Hei Jue looked solemn and raised an iron sword in his hand.
"Sword? A flashy thing from the outside world!"
Facing Hei Jue, Hei Tu obviously did not dare to be careless and drew his sword: "Kill!"
He lunged forward fiercely and slashed with his sword.
Ding!
There was a clear sword cry, and the iron sword stabbed Heitu's arm without any delay, causing him to lose his sword and drip with blood.
"What's going on? I would lose to a mortal without a totem?"
Heitu's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
"get out!"
Hei Jue's face was indifferent, but he was thinking to himself: "According to the teachings of my master, in the eyes of the high-level barbarians, I am just an ordinary person. I rely on my combat skills to defeat the totem warriors in the plunder realm, which is still within a reasonable range. Once someone in the Dharma Realm appears, Master, you must admit defeat immediately, otherwise there will be great disaster!"
"Hei Jue, just wait for me!"
Heitu cursed angrily, turned around and left: "When I get promoted to Dharma Minister, I will definitely kill him!"
Dharma monks are almost the strongest among small tribes, just like Man Lei in the Feiman tribe.
With such a status, no one would dare to say anything to execute an ordinary person at will.
"Brother Hei Jue, thank you!"
The animal skin boy got up and said solemnly: "From now on, my life is yours!"
"We are all brothers, why should we be polite!"
Hei Jue patted his chest and said with a righteous look: "Let's go! Let's drink and eat meat!"
At night, a figure sneaked out of the tribe and into the jungle.
"Disciple pays homage to master!"
This figure was none other than Hei Jue. When he entered a cave and saw a middle-aged man in Taoist robes in front of him, he couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow: "My disciple did something today..."
"Well, according to what you said, it doesn't matter if you just use martial arts to defeat a plundering warrior..." The middle-aged man listened carefully and then nodded slowly: "But... although I teach you to unite the people around you and improve your reputation. , but don’t show too much force, do you understand?”
"Understood!" Hei Jue nodded solemnly: "Those totem warriors are high above us. We mortals must accumulate enough strength until we can overthrow them in one fell swoop before we take action!"
"You can understand this truth, but it's not bad. I taught you the "Three Yang Illustrations". How are you doing with your cultivation?"
"Master Qi, I have some doubts..." Hei Jue heard this and suddenly became happy.
What his master taught him was an extremely magical cultivation method that even ordinary people without Dharma images could practice.
This is the hope of becoming strong!
"Okay... what I taught you today is enough for you to reach the middle stage of foundation building. Ask me again next time when you have a breakthrough!"
The middle-aged man nodded, sent Hei Jue away, and then said to himself: "Unexpectedly, this barbarian has a pretty good understanding of cultivation, but it's a pity that he doesn't have that kind of extraordinary appearance!"
Qualifications for outside cultivation methods are completely different from totems.
Therefore, among ordinary barbarians, there may also be geniuses with extremely high qualifications!
Moreover, even if the barbarians generally have poor understanding, there will occasionally be strange things.
Once they discover this, the masters behind the middle-aged monk will be tempted and turn him back directly to accept him as his direct disciple.
These downlines now developing, including the middle-aged people themselves, are actually "cannon fodder"!
"There is no way. The Hundred Thousand Mountains are so attractive. All kinds of exotic beasts, as well as heavenly and earthly treasures, and precious ores are all very needed in practice... Moreover, among so many barbarians, there is a possibility of the emergence of extremely qualified practitioners. Yes!"
The middle-aged monk sighed: "It's too bad that the barbarian sect's ancestral court is too barbaric and ignorant, and it doesn't allow the influence of my cultivation world to penetrate. If it weren't for those immortal ancestors, we would have conquered the barbarian mountains long ago."
"It's so courageous to flatten the wild mountains."
At this moment, a young man wearing animal skin walked over with a smile on his face: "I wonder which sect you are from?"
"Huh? Barbarian Dharma cultivator?"
The middle-aged monk was startled and then secretly resented: "He must be following Hei Jue. Damn that thing. He acted carelessly and ruined my life!"
"My name is Huan Jie Zhenren, I don't know who you are..." Fang Yuan said his name casually.
"Real Person? You are only a Dharma Appearance, equivalent to our Foundation Establishment Stage, and you don't have the Golden Elixir. How dare you call yourself a Real Person?" The middle-aged monk sneered: "My name is Liu He, and my Taoist name is Fuliu Immortal!"
His eyes turned sharply: "I don't know whether this real person from the illusion world discovered Hei Jue and followed him alone, or whether he has already reported it to the powerful barbarian behind him."
If it was the former, he could continue to lurk after killing Fang Yuan.
In the latter case, we can only abandon this line completely.
"Don't worry, this time I just met that young man in the Flying Eagle Club by chance, so I followed him on a whim... Your Excellency hasn't answered my question yet." Fang Yuan said with a faint smile, as if he had understood what Liu He was thinking.
"Haha... People like me will die once they are sent out by the sect. Will they still report the name of the sect?"
Liu He said calmly, and his spiritual consciousness was spreading rapidly. "This real person from the fantasy world dares to come to the Dharma Realm, so he must have some support!"
"You go ahead and take action. I haven't met the Jindan monks from the outside world yet. I hope you won't disappoint me..."
Fang Yuan drew out the Nine-Xuan Spiritual Sword and slashed at will.
laugh!
A several-foot-long detached sword energy emerged, like an angry dragon, slashing towards Liuhe.
"Phantom Shield!"
In front of Liu He, a small black shield appeared, blocking the sword energy, making a loud noise, and stones in the cave fell rapidly.
"Walk!"
The two strong men looked at each other and both turned into streams of light and flew out of the cave.
"What you have in your hand is actually a spiritual weapon!"
Looking at the sword in Fang Yuan's hand and the faint mark on the phantom shield, Master Liuhe couldn't help but have a look of pain on his face: "But, there is really no ambush?"
He looked overjoyed, and a small sword about a foot long flew out of his body. It suddenly grew in size and he stood on the sword.
Sword flying!
This is also exclusive to outside practitioners. If you are a barbarian, you will not be able to fly physically unless you use the magical power of flight unless you reach the realm of deification.
"Another one who wants to gain advantage!"
Fang Yuan shook his head, and a cloud of mist emerged under his feet, carrying him into the air.
"The magical power of soaring into the clouds and riding on the mist!"
Master Liuhe nodded: "Your talent is excellent, but it's a pity that you are going to die today!"