Broken Night

Chapter 607 - Please Lord Grim (Part 1)

"Shen Qiushu, why did you send someone to die?"

Shen Qiushu was indifferent when he heard the words: "Just follow orders, and keep your mouth clean. These two are invited by you from the north."

The northern cultivator who surrounded them seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes fell on Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, and then thought of something that changed slightly: "Is it someone from Yunfu?"

Xu Yan ignored it, while Jin Qianji clasped his fists and smiled at the right time, "The Yunfu disciples, Jin Qianji, Xu Yan, and their boy Lan Mingxin are coming to the north to practice."

Everyone's faces became solemn, and there was no longer that kind of frivolous meaning.

It was not the first day that the Yunfu disciples came to the north for training.

Moreover, every time the Yunfu disciples came, they would make a mess in the north, which had to be taken seriously by them.

"Please come with us."

The cultivators who were surrounded by this side suddenly dispersed most of them, and only the two of them left to take the lead, and they continued to walk along the flag road. The more I walked, I saw several large tents parked next to the flag road ahead.

Shen Qiushu explained to the three at the right time: "This is a custom in the north. They don't trust the south, thinking that the south are all cunning people. If they don't pay attention, they will sneak into the north through the flag road. Down the line."

"Or to put it simply, this is the Senman city wall that belongs to the north. Of course, there are no patterns like the serpent."

The northern cultivator in front sneered: "You missed one thing—the people who live in these tents are the most powerful cultivators on the front. Whoever dares to sneak past, I'm afraid the blood flag on the flag road will change again. more red."

Xu Yan and the other three all listened to it with great interest. After all, this kind of thing is not even recorded in the archives. In particular, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, who read the scrolls, knew that there were very few records about the north in the scrolls.

The reason is that the north does not like the style of writing. There are naturally very few records of literature such as Zhuanzang. Even if there is any record, it is the inheritance of wisdom in the power or tribe, and it will not be passed on. This is also the difference between the North and the South. The South has a strong academic nature and various bookstores, so that its wisdom, knowledge, and unique skills have been passed down from generation to generation.

In the north, however, it is more like a master-apprentice system, which is taught by words and deeds. Therefore, it is much more difficult to cultivate and become a cultivator in the north than in the south, but once you successfully embark on the cultivation path, it will generally be stronger than in the south. This is the reason.

The weak eat the strong, and those who grow up have been baptized by blood and fire.

Naturally it will be stronger!

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They came to the flag road surrounded by various large tents, but saw that there were people waiting in front of them.

There are more than ten figures in front, and each of them has a different aura.

This kind of unusualness caused Xu Yan and Jin Qianji to look solemn.

Naturally, these more than ten northern cultivators are far from being able to compare with the senior brothers and seniors of Yunfu, let alone Huihong, the powerhouse of the Five Palaces. They are weaker, but young.

Young, often represents potential.

The dozen or so figures standing in front of the Dao in front of them are the most powerful cultivators in the north in the **** front. And they will also be people who guard the blood.

What only made Xu Yan and Jin Qianji focus their eyes subconsciously was a figure sitting in a chair.

This chair is very spacious, even wider than the bamboo chair that Xu Yan usually uses as a bed. The handles on both sides of the bamboo chair, the backrest, and the seat cushions are all wrapped in the fur of wild animals, and on the back is a taxidermied tiger head, which looks extremely domineering.

But this is not what Xu Yan and the others care about.

What they care about is the person sitting in the chair.

Compared with this chair, the person sitting on the chair is much smaller.

At first glance, this person looks like a child who is only six or seven years old, but the cold indifference on his face, and the silent and awe-inspiring eyes on his side, everything shows. It's unusual for this child.

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The child looked at the three of them, and then set his eyes on Xu Yan.

His voice was not childish, but a mature and low-pitched male voice, creating a great contrast: "You are the seventh Mr. Xu Yan of Yunfu?"

Xu Yan forcibly endured the contrast, nodded and said, "I am."

The child also nodded, and there was a hint of admiration in those eyes: "Only the strength of the second palace can catch my blow, as expected of a disciple of Yunfu."

Xu Yan was stunned when he heard the words: "Your blow?"

The child disagreed, but didn't say anything. On the contrary, Shen Qiushu had a solemn expression and looked at the child with a face full of fighting intent: "Moxiao, the devil of the north. The shame of the first battle that day is still vivid in my mind."

The child known as Mo Xiao still looked calm and looked at Shen Qiushu: "You are still far away." As he spoke, he looked at the gun on Shen Qiushu's back: "On the contrary, your gun was not interrupted by me that day, It was beyond my expectations.”

As if touching Shen Qiushu's inverse scale, his complexion changed drastically, and his body was full of murderous aura.

Even Xu Yan and Jin Qianji were slightly surprised and stood in front of Lan Mingxin.

In fact, Shen Qiushu has been on the **** front for seven years. He is regarded as one of the strongest in the **** front in the south. Otherwise, he would not have become Lin Lao's right-hand man. cultivated like a southern cultivator.

His murderous aura was like the long spear behind him, which came first before the gun was fired.

But the child called Mo Xiao was still sitting on the large animal skin chair so calmly, blowing his slightly slender blonde hair in the wind with murderous aura. He just looked at him indifferently as if nothing happened, like looking at a dead man.

After seeing it, Xu Yan probably guessed what was going on. He looked strange but couldn't hide his horror: "Are you the giant from yesterday?"

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The north is a place where the strong and the weak are prey to each other.

In this harsh terrain, the weak have no value in surviving.

Like the little tribe that Xiao Hu used to be in, under the command of a powerful cultivator, he wiped it away.

Only strong tribes can survive for a long time. Even according to legends, Burning Heaven Mountain and Four Seasons Heaven were just a tribe a long time ago, but they have developed into such a behemoth today.

However, among them, there are several tribes with only a few hundred people, but they still survive in the north. Even surviving for hundreds of years is safe and sound.

The position they occupy is not the best living position in the north, but it is also not the worst. They are on the same side and have no competition with the world, but no one dares to offend them. In other words, hundreds of years later, those who dared to offend them have been buried under the snow in the north that has not melted for hundreds of years.

Among them is such a detached tribe, called the [Giant Tribe].