The northern border is mostly nomadic, with few towns. Most of them are located in the depths of the northern border dynasty, and at most some passes are stationed in the frontier.

The nomadic tribes in the northern border vary in size, ranging from thousands to dozens of people.

Walking on the border of the Northern Territory, if you are lucky, you can meet two or three tribes in a day. If you are not lucky, you may not meet one tribe in two or three days.

The vast green grassland was bent by the wind after the wind blew. A teenage child was suddenly seen riding on the back of a sheep and humming a folk song in the northern border.

The child suddenly widened his eyes and rolled down the sheep's back. He fell to the ground but failed to stand firmly, and fell right away.

The child didn't care about the pain, and stood up and patted his clothes a little. He ran to the two women happily.

He raised his little head and asked crisply: Big sister, are you the ones who came from the sky riding a big bird?

Then he quickly introduced himself: My name is A Baozhi, and my grandfather is the leader of the tribe. Does the fairy sister like to eat mutton and horse milk wine? There are so many places in my grandfather.

The woman in the palace dress opposite the child and the girl in the ponytail looked at each other and smiled.

The ponytail girl patted the big bird behind her and said softly: Put it away, don't be scared to the ordinary people.

The little red chick pecked at the rice and turned into a little bird the size of a palm standing on Su Qingyi's shoulder.

Ah Baozhi was shocked by this scene, and he further confirmed that the two gods in front of him were undoubtedly the same.

Su Qingyi patted the little guy's head and introduced politely: This is my master Du Xiuzhen. You should call me Sister Qingyi, but can't you call my master sister?

A Baozhi was quite agile, and his little eyes turned slightly and nodded: Yes, it’s messy.

The child was not afraid of strangers at all, so he pulled Su Qingyi's hand and shouted: Sister, come back to the tribe with me, and let the clan leader and grandfather give you roast lamb.

Su Qingyi smiled and asked, "Ah Baozhi, can you tell my sister, have you seen a scholar carrying a bookcase?"

Ah Baozhi shook his head: I didn’t see it, Sister Shenxian and I went back to the tribe to ask, maybe Grandpa saw it.

The little guy was so stupid that he spared no effort to invite Su Qingyi and Du Xiuzhen to their tribe.

Du Xiuzhen saw a little and asked: Do you want us to help your tribe?

Baozhi, who was told to the point of his heart, subconsciously slammed the corner of his clothes with his hands. He was even more certain that the two were gods. Although he was afraid, he still nodded and admitted.

Du Xiuzhen said: Yes, Fang Zicheng will naturally find us after seeing the mark. Why not go and have a look with A Baozhi first, if you can help, please lend a helping hand.

Ah Baozhi mentioned the tribe, men, women, young and old, and has more than 70 people. He lives by grazing, and needs to avoid the encroachment of large tribes, and bypass the military camps on the frontier. In order to survive, he also sends a large amount of livestock, cattle, and milk to the passes in the frontier every year.

Life is cautious and cannot be considered as glorious or comfortable. Seeing that Baozhi led two outsiders back, most of the tribe women did not take it seriously, while the man looked at him with a gaze.

Women from nomadic tribes often get rough and dark yellow in their skin in less than twenty years. It is rare for those who are as beautiful as Du Xiuzhen and Su Qingyi.

The patriarch Yaleki, who trembled and greeted him more than a hundred feet away, was considered to have fulfilled his friendship as a landlord. The simple nomadic people were very welcoming and hospitable.

Baozhi spoke a god at once, and was treated as a child by the grandfather of the clan leader, and said with a smile: OK, okay, I know Baozhi is capable. He passed by randomly and vaguely.

As I grew older, I naturally had rich experience. After seeing it, I asked: Are you not from Northern Xinjiang? Are you from the mainland dynasty or the Northern Liang?

Su Qingyi was calm: Beiliang.

Du Xiuzhen asked: Listen, Baozhi said, your tribe has encountered some trouble recently. Let me say something, let me tell you, and see if Qingyi and I can do our best.

Yaleki smiled and waved his hand: You two have a kind heart, don’t listen to the nonsense of the children. Come on, come from far away, there are lamb and horse milk wine in the tent, go in and try the unique taste of the nomadic people.

The Northern Xinjiang Dynasty had no benches and was used to sitting on the ground. Following the local customs, Du Xiuzhen and Su Qingyi were not used to it, but they still did it.

Su Qingyi first gave a certain amount of money: Thank you Grandpa Yaleji for your hospitality, but we cannot eat and drink for nothing. You must accept the money so that my master and I can eat and drink openly.

Yaleki smiled heartily: OK OK OK OK OK I won’t ask where you want to go. After eating, just hurry up and leave.

A Baozhi, who was standing by, immediately stopped doing it and said dissatisfiedly: I just invited the fairy sister back, and my grandfather was about to drive people away. Humph!

Also, the tribe is clearly in trouble, why don’t grandpa say it? Don’t think I don’t know. I saw it between my fingers, and there were so many dead people!

Yaleki sighed: I didn't want you to know, so I happily went on the road to avoid being worried. Since the child said it ignorantly, I won't hide it.

Recently, a group of bandits came up on the grassland, specializing in fighting against the lonely people and small tribes, leaving no living wherever they pass. That's why I advised you to leave as soon as possible and stay away from this place of right and wrong.

It’s not that I’m exaggerating. Yesterday we saw a small tribe with a size similar to ours, and a population of seventy or eighty people. There was no complete body on the ground. No matter how old, young, women and children, they were all killed.

Our small tribe is also preparing to migrate. Alas! The world is not peaceful, and it has made us ordinary people suffer.

Ah Baozhi said that I saw it yesterday. I covered the little boy's eyes, but he still saw it secretly.

Du Xiuzhen moved her face: Can the patriarch explain in detail?

Yaleki said helplessly: We don’t know much, we only know that it was a group of robbers from Beiliang.

Su Qingyi put down the food in her hand, stood up and fisted and said, "Party Chief Grandpa tells us where the slaughtered tribe is."

Yaleki shook his head: It would be better not to watch that kind of scene, you two weak women.

Ah Baozhi's body and mind Du Xiuzhen and Su Qingyi are immortals, so they raised their hands to point them out and rushed to answer: Twenty miles south.

Yaleki slapped the little guy in the head and scolded: Just you talk too much, how could the two girls see that scene?

Du Xiuzhen and Su Qingyi clasped their fists one after another: Thank you for the entertainment of the patriarch.

Then the two hurriedly ran out of the yard, and Su Qingyi summoned Xiaohong. The master and apprentice jumped onto the back of the bird, and after a loud phoenix chirping, they rose up and turned into a rainbow light to leave.

Yaleki, who followed him, stared at the sky and sighed: He is really a god!

Ah Baozhi held his head up and his chest: Of course, you have never believed me, hum!

But twenty miles away, the goal was scarlet. The child in the cradle was inserted into the head with arrow feathers shot from a short crossbow. The young woman had a messy dress and a messy hair. Even if she had broken her breath, her eyes would not close and die with her eyes closed.

Su Qingyi looked at the arrow feathers and squeezed out three words from her teeth: Huang Piao Hand!

Du Xiuzhen shook his head regretfully: Let’s save you, I will protect you.

The girl with ponytail had tears in her eyes, and she stood up and clenched her fists. She let out a long breath, calmed down her emotions and spoke slowly.

The entire tribe died with his eyes open, and the dark objects were filled with resentment and obsession, and they were stranded on earth and refused to leave. It was quite laborious to be liberated.

An hour passed, and the girl with ponytail never stopped. Her delicate little face gradually turned pale.

The bloody grass next to it moved slightly, and a rustling sound came from inside.

Du Xiuzhen shouted: Be careful.

The girl with ponytail trembled her lips, and she was ignorant of the dangers around her.

A masked man jumped up in the grass and slashed down with a flat head. The knife shot as fast as lightning.

Du Xiu Needle floated and then flew. At the feet that had just stood up, the cracks were deep and unstoppable after the knife light passed. Like a shadow, the cracks followed Du Xiu Needle's body and extended.

The latter was not willing to be outdone, and the spiritual energy gushed out from all over his body. Eight frost-like sword energy condensed instantly, and one of them shot towards his feet. After a bang, they both annihilated.

Du Xiuzhen shouted lightly: The sword energy is like frost.

The remaining seven sword energy is wrapped in the power of ice and cold. The sword energy is like a rainbow, and seven white rainbows are.

A trace of difference flashed in the masked man's eyes, and his sword intent burst out. He shouted loudly: I want to protect my body.

The sword intent shield was formed instantly, and the violent aura was not weaker than the cold sword energy. As promised, it collided with each other, and the grassland exploded continuously.

At the same time, the masked man threw out the flat-headed knife. After a closer look, there was a red silk thread connected to the hilt of the knife.

The man said again: I would like to ask you for a knife.

Du Xiu's needle and soft whip were thrown out and responded: Then.

The soft whip wraps around the flat-headed knife, and the white spiritual energy is bound. The coldness spreads along the blade to the red line, continuing to advance like a man.

The red line fluctuates, and the spiritual energy surges. When the two hatchbacks collide, thunder keeps exploding around the red line.

The rustling sounds continued in the grass, and the vision became closer and closer to Su Qingyi. A man's voice came from it: Credit knife.

Another flat-headed knife was slashing out, stabbing Su Qingyi straight to transform the undead.

Since the incident occurred, Xiaohong has been hovering around Su Qingyi and did not help Du Xiuzhen fight together. This is also a strategy that was established before this trip to prevent someone from luring the tiger out of the mountain.

The red light blew rapidly. After pausing, the red claws held the storming flat-headed knife. The claws tightly clamped, and the blade body cracked inch by inch.

Immediately afterwards, the big fiery red bird opened its mouth and spit out a wave of flames. It whistled and swept through it, and the green grass was burned into nothingness.

A young man with a burning clothes, with his hair disheveled, bowed and fled. He was originally a masked man, but his face was covered with a fire. The young man was bleeding in his seven orifices and looked extremely embarrassed.

Xiaohong flapped her wings and wanted to kill her. At this time, Su Qingyi, who woke up, whispered: Let him have a way out.

Then the ponytail girl secretly asked: Song Xianzhe, why?

Xiao Hong followed the advice and since she could not kill the young man, she turned her eyes to the masked man who was fighting fiercely with Du Xiuzhen.

The latter knew that something was wrong, but he was clean and neat. He immediately stopped and chased Song Xianzhe who was running away.

Xiaohong continued to hover next to Su Qingyi, making up her mind to protect the ponytail girl.

Du Xiuzhen was careless and drank it: Don’t run away.

The body flew out and chased her reluctantly, and new sword energy continued to condense around her body. Due to the frost, the sword energy was scattered.

The masked man should not be underestimated. He was in a hurry when he ran. Although he was in a mess, he was never injured by the sword energy.

For no reason, the masked man suddenly bent over and picked up something. He raised his hand and threw it backwards, and then continued to run forward.

He caught up with Song Xianzhe and scolded: "Borrible."

Holding Song Xianzhe's neck collar, he suddenly accelerated and fled. One big and one small appeared quickly, and he ran fast enough.

Du Xiuzhen was scared and sweated coldly, and hurriedly put away his sword energy. After a closer look, there was nothing, it was obviously a living person.

After catching this person, his palm surging and slapped his body. After lifting the restriction inside the person, he said with concern: Is it okay?

Finally being able to control one's body again and speak, Fang Zicheng calmly said: I'm useless, I was easily defeated and imprisoned by the two of them.

Du Xiuzhen is understanding: It’s not your fault. It’s normal for a masked man to lose his cultivation level in the fifth level.

Su Qingyi walked in and asked: Do you see who it is?

Fang Zicheng was unwilling to admit it but had to admit it. He sighed and said: Both of them came from Qingyang Town, how could Song Xianzhe become the enemy? He was also an apprentice of the blacksmith shop before, so he was not a little nostalgic about his old love?

Immediately, Fang Zicheng suddenly realized: Go quickly, a tribe with more than 70 people in the north is in danger.
Chapter completed!