[This is a bloody, killer way without turning back...]
In the early morning of deep winter, the cold wind and white snow, the frozen ground made a grin from time to time.
In the Kunlun Mountains, there was a long queue at the only exit of the Dali Dynasty, and everyone who was waiting was filled with harvest happiness. This is probably the last time they came out of the mountain this year. In a few days, the snow will seal the mountain and want to enter the mountain. It was extremely difficult, and it was very difficult to hunt monsters or collect spirit grass.
New Year's Eve is coming in a few days. This time I came out of the mountain just in time. I was looking forward to reunion with my family, faintly anxious, and people in the team made complaints from time to time.
In the long line, there is a thin, handsome young man who is not arrogant or impetuous, and follows the team slowly wriggling.
Over his shoulder, a miniature blood-eyed mane lion hummed and hummed, causing many people around to whisper.
"Is that the cub of the blood-eyed mane lion?"
"Is he a trainer? The blood-eyed mane lion is a rare monster, it is very difficult to encounter, let alone a cub."
"You see that he wears so little, and the aura on his body is very fierce. I think his cultivation base is at least agile at the eighth level..."
"How do I think he is familiar? I always feel like I've seen him somewhere..."
…
The crowd talked in a low voice, Qin Tian's face was filled with an annoying and interesting smile, and he said nothing.
A cold wind blew with snowflakes, and many sturdy men in fur coats in the team fought a cold war. The cold wind blew by, Qin Tian didn't realize it, and even a piece of snowflakes did not touch his body. Many people secretly guessed how profound his cultivation is.
"What? Two second-grade spirit grasses to be handed in?"
"Last month there was one tree, why didn't you grab it?"
"Old man, do you not pay? No..." The person who spoke then sneered a few times and said: "If you don't pay, don't you want to go out."
"You... You... You are robbing, I must ask your patriarch to judge." The old man aggressively took out two second-grade spirit grasses and pointed to a humane dressed like a soldier.
The man smiled coldly. When the old man had just walked past, he suddenly slashed his palm. The old man collected medicine for a living, and his cultivation level was very low. There was no reaction at all. He felt a cold wind hitting his head and waited for him to turn his head. I saw a palm slashed on his door and fell down in response.
The man was puzzled, kicked the old man's abdomen several times in a row, and cursed loudly, "Tell the patriarch, are you mentally ill? Now the entrance to the Kunlun Mountains is taken over by our Northwestern King Yang Hong. From now on here Last name is Yang, not Qin, fuck..."
"Ha ha… "
Several soldiers guarding the mountain laughed loudly.
The old man’s body was originally thin, and as he was old, he just lay on the ground without moving a few times. The soldier gently grabbed the old man’s clothes and threw it out viciously, then spit out, "Bah" .
Turning to the front of the team, he shouted angrily, and said, "I am not happy today. All those who come out of the mountain will pay three second-grade spirit grasses, otherwise lie down and go out!"
"what?"
"Are you crazy, three second-grade spirit grasses cost a few hundred taels of silver. What should we eat if we pay them?"
"Pay it, it's not the Qin family that collects mountain fees now, it's the Yang family, the Yang family of the northwestern king of Tianya City."
"I heard that all the families in Qinghe City have been incorporated by the Yang family. The Qin family began to resist stubbornly, but it also compromised unexpectedly. It might be difficult to enter the mountain to collect medicine in the future."
There was a riot in the team, everyone whispered, not too loud.
Most of these people in the team went to the mountains to gather some spiritual grass and returned to Qinghe City to sell them in exchange for some silver to make a living. Their cultivation bases were very low, and many of them were even in the realm of warriors, facing soldiers whose strength was in the realm of agility. , They dare not speak.
Behind the team, Qin Tian didn't pay much attention to what happened in front of him, and he still followed the team slowly forward.
After more than half an hour, Qin Tian finally walked to the exit toll booth, glanced at the toll collector, and asked, "Are you not from the Qin family?"
The soldier who had just kicked an old man to death was very upset and furious. He pointed to Qin Tian's nose and said, "Listen, I belong to Wang Yang's family in the northwest. What the hell did you tell me about Qin? Home, I let you know..."
"Boom!"
Qin Tian raised his hand slightly, and the soldier disappeared where he was. Then only a loud "bang" was heard. On the rock more than ten meters away, the soldier was bloody, his chest broke, and his body twitched slightly. He rolled his eyes and died.
"Who? Dare to attack our Yang Jiajun?"
More than a dozen warriors from the agile realm all rushed over, holding long spears, and instantly surrounded Qin Tian.
"Boy, I think you are tired of your life, touch the people of the Yang family..."
"what… "
Before he finished speaking, there was another scream, and his body suddenly flew out and hit another rock hard, his chest broke and he died.
"kill him!"
Everyone couldn't see how Qin Tian made his hand. The Qin Tian in his eyes didn't even move his body. The movements were so fast that their eyes couldn't keep up. All the soldiers charged and blessed and rushed up together.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
A series of dull sounds sounded, and every time the sound sounded, one person flew out and died on the ground. All of them broke their chests, all the internal organs were ulcerated, and they were shaken by the Qigong.
"Who is it, do you know that we are the army of the Northwest King? People who dare to oppose the Northwest King..."
"Boom..."
With another sound, Qin Tian shook his body and returned to the place with a sneer. He looked at the last soldier and said, "I'll just ask once."
The soldier trembled and trembled. He looked at Qin Tian with dull eyes, his feet were soft, and he retreated in small steps. His mouth trembled and said: "You...you...what do you want...want to ask?"
"Who is in charge of the entrance and exit of the Kunlun Mountains now?" Qin Tian asked gently.
"Tianya City, King Northwest, Yang Family." The soldier trembled all over, afraid to look directly into Qin Tian's eyes, and kept retreating.
"Northwest King Yang Family?" Qin Tian frowned, muttered in a low voice, and his heart was shaken. In order to open up this entrance into the Kunlun Mountains, the Qin family ancestors spent several generations of hard work and never thought that Qin Zhantian would actually send it. To the Yang family, did his head get shit
Without this control right to enter the Kunlun Mountains, the Qin family would decline within ten years and become a second-rate family.
"Qin Zhantian, Qin Zhantian, you really are not the patriarch..."
Unexpectedly, in the short three years of Qin's family, even the things left by the ancestors were able to give away. Qin Tian felt cold for the Qin family from his heart, and then thought of the great changes in the Qin family, his expression was slightly anxious.
"I wonder how Meng Lei and Yun Man are doing..."