"disaster?"

Kiyohara looked at the boy who had fallen into a coma again, his eyes slightly froze.

The young man was named Su Guan. He was taken by Xiangbanxian since childhood and accepted as a disciple.

Logically speaking, it would not be too simple to accept disciples in Zhongdi, and it would require multiple tests. At that time, Xiangbanxian was probably only registered disciples.

"Su Guan...is causing trouble?"

The characters and languages ​​of the northern tribe are different from those of Middle Earth. In fact, "Su Guan" is pronounced as Su Guaner in the tribe. The first two pronunciations are similar to the two words "Su, Guan" in the Middle Earth text. Later, when Xiang Banxian accepted him as his disciple, he used these two characters as his name.

Qingyuan opened the door and asked someone to invite the most prestigious old man in the tribe to come.

Su Guan said nothing but it involves the life and death of the tribe. As an outsider, Qingyuan should naturally inform the old man of this matter.

...

"Have you caused a big disaster? Tribe relocation?"

The old man closed his eyes, seemed calm, but his hands trembled slightly, and his mood was obviously ups and downs. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "The tribe has reproduced and survived for hundreds of years and has gone through many generations... This is where we are. It is impossible to relocate more than 200 people in the tribe just by Su Guaner's words... Even with my position in this tribe, it is not easy to do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man sighed and asked, "Can you cure him?"

"To completely cure it, it takes a little energy, about a few days." Kiyohara said calmly: "As for his life, it has been saved now."

A strange color flashed in the old man's eyes. After a long time, he finally sighed: "You are not an ordinary person either."

He had long seen that this young man was not a common person, so he thought about keeping him in the tribe, and even had the idea of ​​not hesitating to force himself. But now it seems that this young man is too extraordinary, but it is not a good thing... because this small tribe will definitely not be able to keep people.

Qingyuan just smiled faintly, without replying, and his eyes had already fallen on the boy's face.

The young man is the Taoist practice of the second level of heaven. He has not yet condensed his magical meaning, but he can already use his Taoist skills. At this moment, he is seriously injured and is already in danger. However, Qingyuan uses the energy of the Eastern Yi Wood to add vitality to him and save his life.

However, the young man suffered a bit strange injuries, and now he still has some residual magic power, just like a gangrene attached to the bone, which cannot be eliminated.

This residual magic power is somewhat similar to the Blood Transformation Yuan Technique, but the Blood Transformation Yuan Technique seems more evil and cold, and will continue to corrode people until they die, making it difficult to remove... Although this magic power remains on the young man, it will not be as evil as the Blood Transformation Yuan Technique.

After careful investigation, this magic power was relatively subtle.

This young man's Taoist practice is shallow and can still keep his breath and not die. It can be seen that this wisp of magic power is not much stronger.

"Although it is weak... but from the perspective of magic power, the human way of hurting him is not low." Qingyuan thought in his heart and said to himself: "Although the Taoist way is high, he cannot kill this young man of the second level. The magic power remaining on the young man is also relatively subtle. I think this young man should have been affected, or some treasures resisted it, and only a little residual power hurts himself through the treasure."

Xiang Banxian is unfathomable, and it is expected that the disciples who have saved their lives will be in danger.

Regarding Xiangbanxian's ability, Qingyuan recalled the scene back then, and guessed that this person should be above the realm of the realm, but he didn't know the specifics... After all, he was not good at his own Taoism at that time, and what he saw was too one-sided. Even if he thinks about the past now, he can only guess a little in his impression, and he cannot find the truth.

"Xiangbanxian's disciple..." Qingyuan pondered for a moment. He had always been a little afraid of this Xiangbanxian. Although he had only met one time, for some reason, he felt a little uneasy when he came here.

This comes from his perception of almost real human realm and his premonition of the June impurity.

Perhaps this should be found in Su Guan.

The injuries Su Guan suffered at this time remained with a strange magical aura. Fortunately, it was more subtle and not difficult to remove. However, because this magical power was more strange, Qingyuan did not move easily to avoid any changes.

It is not a matter of a moment to heal Su Guan, but it is not difficult to wake him up and say all these things.

Qingyuan raised his hand and pressed it between Su Guan's eyebrows.

"wake up."

...

at the same time.

The tribe goes north, three hundred and eighty-five miles.

There is a city here, but it is actually a stone city made of rocks, which is still full of desolation in the northwest.

This is a city built after the Yuan Meng fought here and conquered tribes. It is nominally the center of major tribes within a radius of 500 miles. Inside are people from grassland tribes, which are in charge of all tribes of all sizes.

Inside the hall.

The two sat opposite each other.

The person on the left was about fifty, and he looked like a fairy-like trait, but he saw his long beard and chest, and he smiled. And there was a whisk in his hand... But he was not dressed as a Taoist priest, but a long yellow gown, not Middle-earth clothing, but a dress from the northwest.

This is a practitioner, and his Taoism is not low. He comes from the northwest and calls himself Master Yu.

Opposite this man was a middle-aged man. Although he was wearing casual clothes and not wearing a helmet and armor, he could see the murderous aura in the army. He sat there with a sword around his waist, with awesome murderous intent.

This is a general in the army. He had not fought at this time and had no armor. However, his military career had already had a deep iron-blooded energy that penetrated his bones.

"The general in the army...is different now than before."

Master Yu secretly praised in his heart that the general in front of him was the nominal master of the city, and he led thousands of soldiers to station here, which was of high authority.

In fact, this strong man is just a martial arts attainment in his internal strength. For those who have achieved success in their practice, he can kill him with a wave of his hand. However, he is in a high position in Yuanmeng and is the lord of this place. He leads thousands of people, and in the dark, his luck is added. Even the master cannot help but pay attention to him.

The sword in his hand is considered a magic weapon in the army, but in the eyes of practitioners, it is just an ordinary weapon, not even a magic weapon. But in fact, it also represents the power of a commander in the army. The fortune of heaven and fortune in the dark blessing it, and drawing a sword can hurt the best, no less than a high-quality magic weapon.

Master Yu can easily wave his hand to kill the cultivator of the second level of heaven, or to destroy the master of internal strength with his wave, but when facing this general in the army who only practiced internal strength, he dared not look down on him at all.

Under the great power of the gods, these people in the world who could be regarded as ants should not be underestimated.

"I'm here to see the general this time, just to ask for convenience."

“What convenience?”

"There is a tribe that goes three hundred and eighty-five miles."

"It is under my jurisdiction." The strong man said indifferently, "According to the law of Yuanmeng, he is the people of Yuanmeng, and I must protect him in full."

"The general is worried too much. My tribe has already belonged to Yuanmeng. How could he violate the Yuanmeng law?" Master Yu heard the implication and laughed, stretched out his hand and arched it. Two porcelain bottles fell from his hand. "A mere two bottles of elixir can strengthen the qi and blood, benefit internal strength, and increase martial arts to a higher level."

The strong man took the porcelain bottle, pulled it open, sniffed it, and looked shocked, then nodded and said, "From now on, there will be no such tribe."

Master Yu smiled, no matter north and south, as long as there are benefits, the work will always be simpler. (To be continued.)
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