Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 186 Coffin Town
The jungle was long, and the cold, damp air was filled with a fresh fragrance of earth and grass.

This is all the weather in the southeast region, and most of the Gale Dynasty is located in this southeast region.

In the dense jungle, the roars of birds and beasts could be heard from time to time. The road more than two feet wide indicated that this was a road that warriors often walked on.

At this moment, on the muddy ground, a young man, carrying a huge gourd on his back, is walking forward twisting left and right. His movements are very strange, but very natural, like a phoenix flying.

However, for a young boy to make such an elegant and even somewhat charming gesture is really eye-catching. Coupled with Beihan's unique shape, the crowd who passed by couldn't help casting curious glances at him.

After walking a few hundred meters again, the young man finally couldn't hold it any longer. He breathed heavily like a windmill, dragging his heavy feet, and walked down to the shade of the big tree by the side of the road.

Walking to the bottom of the tree, the boy turned his back to the sky, planted his head on the cool grass, and let the sweat on his forehead flow down like a stream.

"Relying only on the legs and body to condense the mark of Qiuhuang, it is indeed very difficult."

Taking a few heavy breaths, Beihan's voice was a little hoarse due to the transitional loss of strength.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—"

Xiaobai sticks out his little head from Beihan's arms, stretches out his little paws, wipes off the sweat from Beihan's face, and babbles.It looks like he cares about Beihan very much.

Seeing Xiaobai's movements, Beihan touched Xiaobai's head affectionately, and then recalled what happened on the way just now, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Qiuhuang Qianshu relies on drawing marks to attract the Firefinch and complete the attack.

Beihan still remembers the scene where Binger used his legs, eyes and even body to draw marks when demonstrating this set of exercises for him, and now he is trying this level of practice.

But it's too hard.

Beihan, who is used to drawing marks with his fingers, was exhausted after only advancing a dozen miles in this short period of time.

He didn't expect that it would be so difficult to practice the Phoenix-seeking Thousand Art while walking.

Not only does one need to constantly adjust one's own spiritual power mobilization, but one also needs to accurately draw marks with the body and footwork, which is more than a little bit more difficult than quiet cultivation alone.

He took out a pulse source from the space ring, and glanced cautiously across the road not far away. After seeing no one, Beihan swallowed it in one gulp, leaned against the tree pole, and slowly Slowly waiting for the source of spiritual power to play.

Slightly closing her eyes, Beihan, who was in an extremely exhausted state, could clearly feel that the almost numb muscles in his body were greedily absorbing the gradually dissipating gentle force.

A cool feeling penetrated into all the meridians very quickly.

Although the second-rank Lingyuan Maiheyuan is not as good as the third-rank Qianrongyuan, it is very effective in restoring Beihan's own physical strength.

When the last trace of source power was absorbed, Bei Han felt that his spiritual power was full again, and a satisfied smile appeared on his small face.

Using the two perfect meridians to restore physical strength is simply reckless, and I am afraid that only a Tianyuan master like Beihan can do it.

Standing up from the ground, Bei Han patted the dust behind him and straightened his big gourd.Then he started to walk forward with that strange footwork
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Before the sky gradually darkened, Beihan finally arrived at a small town closest to the Luoyun Mountain Range.

The town is called Frontier Town. Because it is close to the battlefields of Feng Dynasty and Sword Dynasty, the corpses of some soldiers are often collected here, and this place is also called Coffin Town.

In the small town, the largest crowd is naturally those soldiers who have been bleeding their swords all day long. They are in groups, holding each other's arms, spitting on the street, discussing unscrupulously what is wrong with them in the town. Women are the most flavorful, where the wine is the strongest, where the monsters are the most vicious...

Walking on the street paved with bluestone, Beihan, who was carrying a huge brown gourd, naturally attracted a lot of strange eyes, but he ignored it and touched the sweat on his forehead , walking slowly along the street.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and because of the geographical location, the popularity is quite hot.

Beihan glanced around those brightly lit shops with interest, but when his eyes fell on a coffin shop with a rather spacious area, he stopped in his tracks.

This small town is very special, there are not too many restaurants, auction houses and other entertainment shops, but there are several coffin shops on this street.

Seeing the huge coffins lined up on both sides of the street, there are new ones, some old ones, and some for embattling corpses, Bei Han couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

Slightly raising his head, Bei Han looked at the huge black lacquered door plaque, on which were written three large characters, Zhongwang Pavilion.

And different from other places, the popularity here is also the most exuberant here, most of the surging soldiers or generals gather here, carrying masked corpses in and out from time to time.

If there are more people in places like inns or brothels, Beihan can accept it, but such a coffin shop seems to have become the center of the town, which makes Beihan feel puzzled.

Walking to the side, Bei Han quietly looked at the soldiers walking around, then stopped a big man with beards and asked.

"Brother... May I ask what is going on? Why is the business of this coffin shop so hot?"

Hearing Bei Han's words, the man turned his head impatiently, and looked at the rather immature young man in front of him, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"A lot of people died here, otherwise why do we need so many coffins?"

Seeing the irritability in the big man's heart, Bei Han raised his eyebrows, and immediately took out a blood source from his bosom, and stuffed it into the man's hand.

"Brother, younger brother is new here, and I don't know much about this place yet, can you explain it to me?"

Beihan's words are very sincere, definitely like a young boy who just debuted.And that middle-aged warrior is only at the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering Heaven, so the temptation of this grain of energy and blood to him is naturally very strong.

Looking at the flashing spiritual source in his hand, the middle-aged soldier showed a strong excitement in his eyes, and immediately stuffed the source of energy and blood into his arms, carefully preserving it.

"Cough... You should have already discovered that you have just come here. There are many coffin shops here, which can be said to be the main industry in this small town."

"Actually, not far from here is the main battlefield of our Gale Dynasty and Great Sword Dynasty, where the flames of war have never been extinguished, and soldiers die every day, and these coffins are prepared for us soldiers. "

As he spoke, a wry smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged soldier's mouth.

There will be casualties in war, and life is worthless on the battlefield.

"After many years of fighting, there are only one out of ten people who can leave the battlefield alive, and most of them died here."

"In order to let the bones of the soldiers who died in battle rest in peace, King Zhong Fengzhan established such a small town here decades ago, with the purpose of confining the bones of the soldiers."

"Loyal King Feng Zhan?"

Hearing the other party's words, Bei Han whispered, thinking of that soft and charming figure, Feng Zhan was Feng Mei'er's father.

"good……"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged soldier's eyes actually shone with a light of extreme admiration.

"Loyal King Fengzhan, our general, led us across the Luoyun Mountains and strangled countless sword dynasty troops. He is a veritable God of War and the belief in all of us..."

"As long as the general is there, there is no need for any mobilization at all. As long as he gives an order, we are willing to die for it."

"As long as the general is here, no matter how disadvantaged we are, we will have hope, and that hope is him."

"For fighters, he is the spiritual pillar, the biggest motivation for us to fight on the battlefield!"

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"However, a few years ago, right here, on this battlefield, the general accidentally entered the enemy's ambush, and more than 300 Fengling guards fought frantically with [-] Jianming guards."

"And according to legend, there is the most powerful warrior of the Sword Dynasty in it. This kind of situation is simply irreversible."

"In that battle, Jiang He lost all color. Thousands of strong martial artists fought side by side. Such power can be seen dozens of miles away. They are all like gods of war."

After hearing the words of the middle-aged soldier, Bei Han was silent.

The blood in his chest was boiling, and the heroic and bloody pictures were constantly changing in his mind.

Thousands of strong warriors fought to the death. Such a scene, just thinking about it, feels very spectacular and tragic.

"In the end, King Zhong died in battle..."

"However, they relied on these weak forces to resist the place for five days, and even killed nearly 2000 Jianmingwei."

"Since that battle, both sides have been injured, we lost the God of War, and they lost two thousand elite..."

"And the reason why your coffin shop is so popular is because this coffin shop made coffins for the general. Everyone loves the house and crows, and everyone wants to be with the general. Therefore, the dead soldiers choose to return to dust here..."

"And this is the reason why this coffin shop is the most popular."

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(End of this chapter)