Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 457 Sparring
Under Gu Xu's stalking, the white-haired boy finally "reluctantly" agreed to help him.

At this moment, with the death of Kongxuan Sanren, the promotion formation in Liangzhou City was completely reduced to nothing.

Those Liangzhou residents who hated Gu Xu due to the karma spell had already returned to normal.They seemed to have lost their memory of just now, and regarded Gu Xu as an insignificant passerby, and they didn't even want to stay on him for a moment longer.

Gu Xu sighed again.

He put away the shocking pen, took a last look at the place where Xue Nu disappeared, and then walked towards the west gate on the bluestone road.

There is the border of the Daqi Dynasty.

Out of the city gate, there is an endless wild land.

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outside the plug.

The wind howled and the reeds swayed.

A group of bronze-skinned strong men galloped across the endless wilderness.

They wore brightly colored clothes with tight cuffs, leather belts at the waist, trousers, leather boots, and shiny silver machetes.

Around their necks, a string of white bone necklaces hung, shaking and colliding in the strong wind, making noises.

This group of people is the "Northwestern barbarians" in the eyes of Qi people.

Of course, they don't call themselves "barbarians", but call their own group "wolf people".

They are like a pack of wolves on the prairie, believing in the law of the jungle.Whenever they kill an enemy, they will take off a bone of the enemy and string it on their own necklace.

The more bones that are strung on the necklace, the more respect you can get from your peers.

"Brother Halbala, look, there is a man on the hill ahead!" At this moment, a short barbarian suddenly pointed his finger forward and shouted, "Look at the clothes, he should be a similar man!"

The "Brother Harabar" he called was the leader of this group of people, and also the young master of the Lowland tribe.

He is tall and tall, with well-defined muscles, which are piece by piece like bricks. When people see it, they will involuntarily think of the word "violence".

His body is covered with tattoos of beasts, and around his neck is a heavy bone string.

"Alone?" Harabar frowned.

As we all know, the wilderness in the northwest is an extremely dangerous place.

Every nomadic tribe here is good at fighting on horseback, and may become a robber at any time, looting passers-by, caravans, and even other tribes.

Because of this, when the people of Qi entered the northwest wilderness, they generally did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to ask powerful practitioners to escort them all the way.

However, that person from Qi on the hill ahead dared to walk alone in the wilderness!
Is he overthinking his capabilities, or is he a bold man with a high level of art?

Harabal narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the man for a moment, and muttered to himself, "He's still a boy as thin as a monkey!"

"Brother Harabar, let's go and rob him?" A healthy young man suggested beside him, "Look, he doesn't even have a bag for food, you should know that means—"

"He must have a magic weapon of space!" Harabar interrupted the man.When he uttered the words "Space Magic Treasure", everyone present showed very obvious covetous eyes, and some even picked up their whips and prepared to charge forward.

The training system of the barbarians in the Northwest is mainly based on sharpening the body with the help of totems. It lacks the mysterious and unpredictable Taoism in the Central Plains, let alone the methods of drawing symbols, arranging arrays, and refining weapons.

Because of this, magical artifacts are extremely precious items on the grassland, and they can always cause fierce competition among various tribes.

Harabal was hesitant.

He felt that a person from Qi who dared to walk alone on the grassland with a magic weapon must have something to rely on.

But the clansmen around him said one after another:
"There are so many of us, how can we not beat him if we beat him?"

"Look at him being so young, he doesn't look like he has even grown his hair, how high is his cultivation?"

"Brother Harabar, you are one of the strongest young people on the grassland, a candidate for the future Khan, how can that kid be your opponent?"

"..."

Under the flattery and instigation of these people, Harabar's blood surged, and the more he listened, the more he felt that what they said made sense.

So he drew out the scimitar with one hand, pointed it forward, whipped the ass of the horse with the other hand, and rushed towards the opposite hill like an arrow from the string in an instant.

Not to be outdone, the clansmen led by him followed closely behind.

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Standing on the hill was a handsome young man in a blue cloth shirt.

He frowned slightly, and kept gesticulating in the air with his hands, as if he was deducing something.Occasionally he would talk to himself in the air, as if someone was talking to him nearby.

He still seemed lost in his own world, unaware of it, as Harabal led the charge toward him.

Seeing such a scene, the prairie barbarians couldn't help but be overjoyed.

They felt that there was really a fool in the Central Plains who gave them a magic weapon, and he couldn't even detect the crisis that was right in front of him.

However, the joy of the barbarians did not last long.

When they entered the range of more than ten miles around the young man in green shirts, they suddenly fell to the ground one by one as if they had hit an invisible wall, and they fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the originally solid rocky ground under their feet suddenly became as loose and soft as sand.The barbarians are getting deeper and deeper in it, and it is difficult to get out.

Harabar realized that he had encountered a tough problem this time.

Relying on his strong body and the power of the totem, he threw down his flattery, held the scimitar, jumped up from the soft sand, and ran towards the young man in green shirt as lightly as a swallow.

The cultivation of the group he brought was uneven, and most of them probably didn't have the ability to get out of this trap.

If they were all planted here today, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss for the Wadi tribe.

There is only one way to bring them back intact——

Defeat that young man in green shirt with strange methods.

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This young man in blue was naturally Gu Xu who had left Daqi and came to the wilderness.

During this short rest time, he discussed the "Forbidden Art of Mingzhao" with the white-haired boy, and devoted himself to the deduction of Taoism.

Of course, with his personality, he would not easily put himself in danger.

Relying on a stack of talisman seals that he had already prepared, he set up a simple defensive formation around himself.

A few minutes later, this formation really came in handy.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the barbarians who were struggling like maggots in the sand, and Harabar, who was holding a gleaming scimitar, looking for him to fight with murderous intent.

Logically speaking, he only needs to take out a few talismans, and he can easily beat this barbarian to the ground.

But at this time, the white-haired boy suddenly suggested in his mind: "Aren't you going to take this opportunity to practice your 'Mandate of Heaven' authority? Such a good training partner is not easy to find!"

(End of this chapter)