Start: Summon a Daji

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Outside the Ming Dynasty, there was a vast and unmarked grassland.

The pointer still showed no signs of stopping, so Qin Feng had no choice but to continue flying. The green below became less and less, turning into billowing yellow sand and reaching the desert.

In a desert oasis, there seemed to be two groups of people fighting, it seemed that there were nearly a thousand people.

Pointer, stop!

Qin Feng's heart was shocked, Xiaoqian was among this group of people!

Below, the oasis.

A man riding a war horse, holding a knife in one hand and a head in the other, laughed wildly.

The man's name is Arslen, which means lion, and he is indeed the young patriarch of a tribe just like a lion.

The head he held in his hand was the patriarch of another tribe.

"Why, we gave up the clan land to you, and you still refuse to let us go?" An old man cried out in despair. They were also in the grassland with beautiful scenery, water and soil.

But now the interior of Mongolia is scattered and divided into countless tribes. They have no intention of participating in the battle, and hide in the desert to live. Unexpectedly, these people still chased and killed them.

"Why? The weak and the strong compete for natural selection. This is what our ancestors taught us. Don't you, old fellow, understand?" Alslen sneered and threw the head into the sky, stabbing it with a long knife as he fell.

Holding his head high, he shouted: "Wabuka tribe, your patriarch is dead, why don't you obediently surrender and become a slave of our tribe!"

"Don't even think about it!"

A woman who was fighting with the enemy angrily scolded Arslen. She was covered with wounds, but she didn't have the slightest intention of surrendering.

This is the toughness of the nomads. Both men and women are warriors.

Arslen was stunned, this woman was young and beautiful, surpassing all the female slaves she had captured, like a flower blooming in the desert.

"Sarilang, surrender!" The woman's fellow clan begged her, the enemy was too powerful, and their tribe couldn't resist it.

Sarilang is a woman's name.

"Never!" Sarilang gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, determined to avenge the patriarch.

Arslen was overjoyed and shouted, "Don't hurt this woman, whoever is captured alive will be rewarded with ten fat sheep, a hundred pieces of cloth, and five female slaves!"

Such a heavy reward naturally aroused the fighting spirit of his subordinates, and more and more people surrounded him.

But Sa Rilang became more and more courageous in the battle. The patriarch was like a grandfather to her, but at this moment, he was humiliated by the other party's beheading, and his parents died under their swords. Sa Rilang would rather die in battle than surrender.

Facing Sarilang, who was like an angry female leopard, but couldn't hurt her, the group of soldiers felt helpless for a moment, unable to take her down.

At this moment, a stick suddenly knocked on the back of Sarilang's head.

A man of the same clan, Chaolu, whom Sa Rilang called his elder brother on weekdays, cried, "Sarilang, don't blame me! Your persistence will ruin everyone's life!"

After finishing speaking, Chao Lu knelt down, raised his hands in surrender and said, "I surrender!"

Seeing that the defeat was decided, and with the first person to surrender, more and more people chose to surrender.

Arslen came in front of Chaolu, looked at Sarilang who had passed out, then glanced at Chaolu again and said, "You knocked her out?"

"Yes! I want to dedicate her to the king. She is the most beautiful girl in the entire grassland." Chao Lu smiled flatteringly, but his heart was bleeding. In fact, he also had a crush on Sarilang, and now he had to do so in order to survive.

"Well done!" Alslen smiled mysteriously, suddenly with a ferocious expression, and chopped off Chaolu's head with a knife.

"Such a beautiful woman, how dare you hurt her?"

Arslen was very disdainful, when he fell in love with Sarilang, this woman was already his woman, and this reckless traitor even dared to knock her unconscious.

The battle had come to an end, and just as Alslen was about to give the order to return to the grassland with the slaves and trophies, a voice suddenly came from the air.

"Stop me all!"

The voice has fallen before the people arrive.

The sound was like thunder, and Arslen raised his head suddenly, only to see a man descending with a sword, like a god.

Arslen, who had never seen this scene before, immediately got off his horse and knelt down.

Then, everyone knelt down and worshiped.

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Chapter 43 Joining the tribe (third change)

Qin Feng glanced over, and soon found that one of the horses was tied up with a woman.

When he noticed this woman, Qin Feng's heart trembled violently.

Her face was exactly the same as Nie Xiaoqian's, who else could it be if it wasn't Xiaoqian?

But at this time Xiaoqian was covered in wounds all over her body, although she was not fatal, she was still very embarrassed.

"who is she?"

Qin Feng frowned, pointed at Xiaoqian and asked.

Arslen replied in sloppy Chinese: "Her name is Sarilang, and she is my slave."

"That is to say, the injuries on her body were caused when you arrested her?" Qin Feng's voice became colder and colder, and Arslend said, "This..."

"Master Immortal, if you like her, I am willing to dedicate it to you!"

Arslen gritted his teeth secretly, even if he didn't give up, as long as he could have a relationship with the gods, it was worth it.

Qin Feng sneered: "Dedicated to me? When I met her, you didn't know where she was!"

"What? You know her!"

Arslen was startled suddenly, his back was wet with cold sweat, and before he had time to react, he lost his breath.

The other clan warriors led by Arslen couldn't help trembling when they saw this scene.

Qin Feng said to the corpse: "You should be glad that she is still alive, otherwise I would never let you die so easily."

"My lord, they are all accomplices! Sa Rilang's injury was caused by them!"

One of Sa Rilang's clan saw the hope of being rescued and shouted.

Qin Feng could see from the terrified eyes of this group of people that what this person said was probably true. This should be a war between two tribes.

"In this case, you all go to hell to atone for your sins."

Qin Feng said lightly, then the shadows of this group of people moved, the shadows killed their masters, and finally gathered into a huge shadow shadow demon!

Qin Feng took out the shikigami card, and the shadow demon returned to the card.

It is easier for the shadow demon to kill mortals than to crush an ant. Qin Feng was too lazy to do it, so he let the shadow demon do it for him.

This scene shocked the rest of the survivors. The dead didn't have any wounds on their bodies, and they just died silently.

Such a strange means of punishment, what is this but a god?

Qin Feng didn't care about their reactions, and went straight to the horse to untie the rope on Sarilang's body, and at the same time quietly healed her wounds with celestial power.

Sarilang's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he was being hugged by a man he had never seen before.

She suddenly became confused. She was sure she had never seen this man before, but why did his eyes look so familiar?

"Xiaoqian, are you awake?" Qin Feng asked softly.

Xiaoqian, are you calling me?

Only then did Sa Rilang remember that she was still being hugged, and couldn't help blushing, and quickly got down from Qin Feng's arms.

Immediately afterwards, she was stunned, seeing countless enemies lying on the ground around her, including that mighty Arslen.

The rest of the tribe are still trapped, except for this strange man in front of them.

Sa Rilang asked timidly, "You saved me?"

"Otherwise, who else could there be?" Qin Feng smiled, and Sa Rilang's voice was very pleasant, exactly the same as the previous Xiaoqian.

Sarilang bit her cherry lips and said, "Did you recognize the wrong person? I'm not Xiaoqian. My name is Sarilang. I don't remember seeing you before."

"It doesn't matter, I just remember!"

Qin Feng smiled wryly and shook his head. Sure enough, Sa Rilang didn't remember it. It seems that the Mengpo soup is still of good quality and quantity, without adding water.

Sa Rilang didn't know how to answer, so he first went to rescue the rest of the trapped clansmen, Qin Feng also immediately helped, and quickly untied everyone's ropes.

This group of people knelt down one by one, thanking Qin Feng for saving his life, the most important thing was the respect for the gods.

Sa Rilang was at a loss. She was in a coma just now, and she had never seen how Qin Feng fell from the sky and how he killed the enemy.

"Sarilang, what are you still doing?"

A woman pulled Sarilang, and when Sarilang was about to kneel down with the crowd, Qin Feng grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't kneel! The others are too. Get up."

Only then did this group of people dare to stand up, and many of them cast envious glances at Sarilang. If it wasn't for Sarilang, their end would be miserable.

Men become slaves, no different from cattle, sheep and livestock, women become vassals, those who are lucky become concubines, and those who are unlucky can't live for more than a month.

Sarilang bowed sincerely to Qin Feng and said, "Thank you for saving me and my people."

"Shh!"

Qin Feng signaled Sarilang to hiss, Sarilang looked suspicious, Qin Feng smiled and said: "There is never a need to say thank you between us."

Although Sa Rilang always thought that Qin Feng had admitted the wrong person, these words still touched her very much and warmed her heart.

Then it was time to clean up the mess, and the clansmen cried and collected the corpses for their families.

Sa Rilang was also one of them. Both her parents died under the machete of the enemy. When she saw the dead bodies of her parents again, she almost cried into tears.

The grassland people's funeral is not as grand and cumbersome as in the Central Plains. They are buried soon after remembering it. This is also due to their folk customs. They believe that the later the dead are buried, the harder it is to reincarnate.

The whole group is immersed in grief.

It was late at night when all this was done, Sa Rilang was sitting by the pool in the oasis, staring at the shadow of the moon in the pool in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Qin Feng sat beside her, Sa Rilang regained his composure, and said with a forced smile: "Master Qin Feng, thank you..."

"Ok?"