Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 413; The Far North Prairie, the Chiwu Tribe [[-] words]

As for Fang Ping's firm belief that he possesses great luck, Fan Changqing thought for a moment noncommittally, and stopped getting entangled in the matter. Instead, he changed the subject and said solemnly: "This old man never owes anyone a favor, and this time I was able to fish this Luoshui Luck, thanks to Brother Fang for your great help, tell me, what do you want? As long as the old man can get it, there is nothing you can’t give.”

Even though Fang Ping's luck is not as good as that of ordinary people in the world, one thing is certain, that is, without Fang Ping's help, he has already returned home.

Toss it with a peach, and return it with Qiongyao.

Lao Fan knew how to repay his kindness.

"Let's owe it first."

Looking at himself, Fang Ping felt that he lacked everything and wanted everything, so he simply asked Fan Changqing to owe him a favor first.

"Cunning boy!" Fan Changqing cursed, but he was not angry. The importance of this luck in Luoshui to him was beyond Fang Ping's understanding. Not to mention a favor, Fang Ping wanted the stars in the sky. Will do my best to get it back.

Fang Ping naturally didn't know how important this group of Luoshui luck was to Fan Changqing, but he could see that Fan Changqing's cultivation base was unfathomable. He is a favor, not begging for some things outside of himself that can be used around him, he said: "Today I can be regarded as an eye-opener.

It turns out that there is still luck in this Luoshui for fishing? "

Fan Changqing smiled knowingly, sat in front of the desk freely, poured a cup of Jiuzhuan Mountains and Rivers, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "When you practice to my level, you will understand that everything in this world can be changed. Fishing, including luck."

"In the prehistoric times, before the Kyushu and the four seas were broken, Luoshui has existed forever. It can be said that the luck in this Luoshui is infinitely huge, not only from Luoshui itself, but also from ancient times. Those warriors who fell and were buried in Luoshui, after their death, their luck collapsed, some of them returned to the sky, and some of them merged into Luoshui."

"The luck I caught today is just the tip of the iceberg of Luoshui's luck."

Lao Fan was in a really good mood, and while talking, he had already had two cups of Jiuzhuan Mountains and Rivers.

"Then why do you want this Luoshui Qi to work? You don't want to graft it onto yourself?" Fang Ping exclaimed.

Fan Changqing grinned, didn't say anything, and didn't deny it.

"Pretend I didn't ask." Fang Ping bowed his hands solemnly, and said, "I should go."

Fan Changqing's face remained unchanged, and Su Xin who was standing behind him couldn't hide his words, and blurted out asking: "Where are you going?"

"Wherever you go, see you again."

A cloud rose under Fang Ping's feet, supporting his figure, and with a bang, he jumped up and sank into the sea of ​​clouds.

Seeing Fang Ping so flawless and free and easy, Su Xin's eyes shone with envy.

"This kid is not a thing in the pool. His luck is not as good as the mediocre people in the world, but when he makes a move, the luck of Luoshui seems to be frightened, and when he encounters something that restrains him, he is instantly crushed." I have caught up fishing as a teacher. Given time, not to mention being respected by the world, he can become a world-renowned and powerful man."

Fan Changqing's eyes were piercing, and he said with emotion.

It was the first time Su Xin heard Master praise a person so much, she opened her mouth and looked at the sky.

……

two months later.

Fang Ping went down the river, chasing the moon to the prairie in the extreme north of the 33 kingdoms of the human race.

There is no dynasty country here, but there are many barbarians who thrive in the form of tribes, and they are constantly killing each other. A small tribe has 2000 people, just like a village, and a large tribe has tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. The largest tribes each have a population ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions. The tribes are nominally ruled by the patriarch, but they have a supreme high priest.

On the vast grassland, lush greenery, high sky and wide clouds, abundant water, from time to time you can see all kinds of strange spirit beasts appearing and appearing.

At sunset, the sunset glow shines on the extreme northern grassland like fire.

A figure came from a distance and appeared outside Chi Wu's tribe.

During the time he came to the extreme northern prairie, Fang Ping encountered more than a dozen barbarian tribes. Some treated each other with courtesy, were simple and hospitable. , to bring him back to the tribe to eat meat, after some coping, he has some understanding of this extreme northern prairie.

The "Chi Wu tribe" in front of me is one of the three sacred tribes on the extreme northern prairie, with a population of nearly one million. The origin of civilization can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago. The tribe enshrines the barbarian god "Chi Wu". Compared with the other two holy tribes who advocate killing and reject foreigners, this "Chi Wu tribe" can be regarded as the kind that can sing and dance well, and does not exclude outsiders from entering.

"Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Walking around and looking around is also a kind of experience for my state of mind." Fang Ping smiled lightly, and strode into the city without walls, buildings and pavilions. In the "Chi Wu Tribe" of Gongyudian, what catches the eyes are stone houses and stone pagodas that undulate each other and are arranged in an orderly manner.

Everywhere is full of primitive, barbaric and ancient atmosphere.

As soon as Fang Ping entered the streets of the tribe, he attracted countless eyes.

It's like spotless cloth falling into colorful dyeing vats.

This is also understandable, although Fang, who looks mediocre, wears clothes and belts, and walks on his feet, while the barbarians in the "Chi Wu Tribe" are still like primitive people who lived tens of thousands of years ago. Wearing animal skin shorts, only the upper body of the woman is covered, and the key parts of the lower body are covered, and the rest is exposed to the air.

On the outside of the skin and face, there are some strange patterns painted with animal blood, lime, and paint. On the hair, neck, and arms, there are more or less primitive decorations. When Fang Ping came, it was like a civilization collided with another civilization, firmly attracting the attention of thousands of women, children, and children on the street.

"Mother, mother, this person looks really strange, why is he dressed like this?"

A child of seven or eight years old, with rough skin and wheat color, asked with strong curiosity.

"It's a foreigner. It is rumored that foreigners wear hair and crowns, wear clothes of the same color as flowers, and look white and clean. They are better-looking than our girls, but this person... looks average."

Mother replied.

Fang Ping;? ? ?
Is that how you teach your kids?

That's average?I'll just ask you how normal it is!
Even the barbarians are not simple, have they started to judge people by their appearance?
Taking a deep breath, Fang Ping walked into the depths of the tribe, but as he walked, he found that there was a large group of people following behind him, and people continued to join in along the way. On the old, primitive, open-air platform, there are estimated to be tens of thousands of people behind him? 10,000 people?

On the square, there are strange patterns and lines drawn on the ground, and a stone statue more than a hundred feet high stands in the middle. It is engraved with a three-headed six-armed, copper-headed iron forehead, a pair of horns on top, and a scorpion growing on the back. A giant with a pair of wings, holding swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks and other weapons.

The oncoming prehistoric primordial spirit brought people a double shock both spiritually and visually.

"Buzzing—"

The horn sounded like it could pull people into the long time.

A strange spirit beast with four hooves growing under its belly, carrying a topless man with a bare chest and back, whose muscles are knotted like a rock, with a hideous totem painted on his face, and a copper and iron spear in his hand, rushed to the place. here.

Along with him were hundreds of barbarian warriors who were strong and strong.

"Aiming at me?" Fang Ping stared at the burly man on the back of the alien spirit beast. This man has three supernatural power seeds in his body, two are small supernatural power seeds, and one is taboo supernatural power seed. , placed in Terran 33 is also an extremely powerful martial saint.

The hundreds of barbarian warriors who followed this person were not as good as the Martial Saint Realm, but they also had masters of the first qi, and when they reached the master of the five qi, their blood was particularly strong, and their bodies were as strong as black iron. Together with Fang Ping, they met along the way. It can be seen that the barbarian warriors on the extreme northern prairie are all practicing body training.

"Outsiders?"

The man sat on the back of the alien spirit beast, pulled the rein with one hand, and looked down at Fang Ping with a copper and iron spear in the other. After looking at Fang Ping from head to toe, he said with a fierce face: "The extreme northern prairie does not welcome outsiders. Are you How did you find it here?"

A little impolite in attitude.

But this is someone else's territory, and someone should be arrogant. Fang Ping has no common sense, and he cupped his hands and said: "Ping, I have experienced so far, and there is no malice. If you don't welcome me, Fang will leave on his own. That's right."

"You foreigners, you don't like talking at all!" The man snorted.

Fang Ping smiled without saying a word. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, looking for a simpler tribe to settle down, he heard the sound of war drums in the distance.

dong dong dong!dong dong dong!
After the sound of war drums, there is the sound of ancient horns.

The sky and the earth will be dark, and the sun is setting in the west. On the endless prairie outside the "Chi Wu Tribe", a strong wind blows the grass, and a group of barbarian troops emerge like a dragon with dust flying, estimated to be tens of thousands.

More than 1 barbarian warriors belonging to other than the "Chi Wu Tribe" wore animal skin shorts and held bone spears. Their whole body, including their faces, were covered with some kind of black paint. Their eyes were red and their killing voices were loud. Coming mightily, like a torrent of demons that devours the heavens and the earth, and can swallow people alive,

The barbarians on the extreme northern prairie prefer to use the bones of alien spirit beasts as weapons. If there are no bones of alien spirit beasts, they use the bones of ordinary beasts to polish them into weapons. Most of the weapons are made of bones, and they all ride tamed demon wolves as big as fierce horses under their crotches. Their hair is different, gray, black, and cyan.

"It's the army of the Golden Wolf Tribe!"

"Damn the Golden Wolf Tribe, they want to attack us again!"

The Chiwu tribe without walls has dense stone pagodas and stone houses outside, shaped like a natural barrier, which can withstand the impact of the army. After the arrival of the army of the Golden Wolf tribe, a large number of Chiwu tribe warriors gathered with weapons, and some people blew the sound of foreign enemies invading horn, without the slightest spectacle of panic.

Be prepared to fight with other tribes at all times. This is the unwritten inheritance of all the barbarian tribes on the extreme northern prairie. Rao, those simple and kind-hearted small tribes with 2000 people will also fight against other tribes when they encounter other tribes. Standing up to resist and fight bloody to the end, such a bloody spirit is engraved in the bones of the barbarians.

……

on the square.

Hearing the sound of the horn and the sound of the war drum, the man kicked his feet and jumped high above the sky, overlooking the army of the Golden Wolf tribe that was about to launch a surprise attack on the prairie outside the Chiwu tribe.

This pissed him off, his eyes were full of anger, and he locked on Fang Ping who was about to leave below with a murderous intent, and shouted: "As soon as you come, the army of the Golden Wolf tribe will follow... I see, you They are from the Golden Wolf Tribe!"

As he yelled, pairs of eyes on the square, from the old and the weak to women and children, down to children, all gritted their teeth and looked at Fang Ping with the same hatred.

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Fang doesn't know the Golden Wolf tribe at all." Fang Ping shrugged his shoulders in defense.

However, this explanation was somewhat pale, and the man raised his bronze and iron spear.

The rusty, uneven surface of the spear head, and the lack of sharpness of the copper and iron spear, after being sacrificed with the power of the supernatural power in the body, it will burst into a round of bright and violent red light like the sun.

"The enemy is coming, you don't go to kill the enemy, but ask the other party to attack? Is this how the Chiwu tribe treats guests?" Fang Ping was calm and unafraid. It's no good to poke this reckless man who wants to attack and kill him with his finger, but he will be accused of being a traitor of the Golden Wolf tribe. "

The man is skeptical. The Golden Wolf tribe is one of the three holy tribes on the extreme northern prairie. They are warlike, bloodthirsty, cruel, and shameless. They have always wanted to annex the Chiwu tribe. The two tribes have been fighting back and forth for thousands of years. The hatred accumulated from generation to generation is as big as the sea and as high as the mountain, but I have never heard of the Jinlang tribe joining forces with foreigners.

"Okay! Come with me to confront the two armies. If you dare to run away, I, Chi Xiang, will be the first to spare you!"

The man roared like thunder.

……

The afterglow of the setting sun lingered, but the night covered the extreme northern prairie quietly.

At the turn of the sun and the moon, the [-] Golden Wolf tribe's army was ready to attack, and they launched an attack with howling ghosts and wolves.

On the grass behind the army, there were three figures looking at the attacking army, but they did not participate in it. They are the leaders of the army of the Ten Thousand Golden Wolf Tribe. A short and thin young man, wearing a simple and primitive battle armor, riding a golden-haired Sirius with wings on his back.

In an instant, blood flowed like a river, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

After a round of charging, hundreds of Chiwu tribe fighters and Jinlang tribe warriors fell in a pool of blood.

At this time, two figures pierced the sky from the depths of Chi Wu's tribe, and came to the sky above the area that had become a battlefield.

"If you dare to run!"

Looking at Fang Ping, who was flying through the air with him, not slowing down at all, and unfathomably deep, Chi Xiang tightly grasped the copper and iron spear in his hand, and stabbed downwards. Harvesting the lives of hundreds of warriors of the Golden Wolf tribe seemed to be a demonstration to Fang Ping.

But to fall into Fang Ping's eyes, it's really ridiculous, let's not say that he is not a traitor sent by the Golden Wolf Tribe, even if he is, who can keep him if he wants to leave?The same goes for the Golden Wolf Tribe. They didn't come sooner or later, but they came at this time. It's too bad.

"Woooooo!"

A muffled horn sounded.

The army of the Golden Wolf Tribe rushed into the Chiwu Tribe, and fled watching the wind, retreating to a distance.

The young man of the Golden Wolf Tribe who was riding a golden-haired Sirius on his crotch smiled coldly, clamped his legs, and the psychic golden-haired Sirius whimpered, and flew into the air with him, separated by thousands of feet, and confronted Chi Xiang. , but before he could open his mouth, the latter had a bad temper and scolded fragrantly, roughly meaning:
You bastard, you colluded with foreigners, didn't talk about martial ethics, violated the principles of barbarians, and you are not qualified to be buried in this extreme northern prairie after you die.

The skinny young man of the Golden Wolf Tribe was a little confused, when did he collude with foreigners?Although there are occasional foreigners who come here to practice in this extreme northern prairie, they are only a very small number. His Golden Wolf tribe has never colluded with foreigners. Thinking about it again, he understands that this is Chi Xiang's creation out of nothing , wanting to tarnish the reputation of his Golden Wolf Tribe.

"what?"

The skinny young man noticed Fang Ping beside Chi Xiang, and he knew that he was a foreigner from the attire. The barbarians on the extreme northern prairie didn't pretend to be dressed like this. You said that my Jinlang tribe colluded with foreigners, and I think it was your Chiwu tribe who colluded with foreigners.”

Chi Xiang shook his head; "He was sent by your Golden Wolf Tribe!"

Skinny youth:? ? ?
It made him a little helpless.

"Reckless man, reckless man, can't you see that this person doesn't know me?"

Fang Ping had some admiration for this stubborn guy, and said, "Shut up, let me ask."

Chi Xiang:? ? ?
Then Fang Ping stepped forward and said, "How dare you swear to the ancestor gods of your Golden Wolf tribe?"

He knows.

These fools, no, these barbarian tribes on the extreme northern prairie, each of them enshrined totem gods, believed in them, and worshiped them for generations.

"Why don't you dare! I, Jin Kuang, made a blood oath here today. If I collude with foreigners, and the Golden Wolf tribe also colludes with foreigners, I will be abandoned by my ancestors and gods!" Jin Kuang's face was solemn, and his voice resounded throughout the audience shouted loudly.

Fang Ping hummed, and looked at Chi Xiang: "At this moment, you should believe that Fang is not a spy sent by the Golden Wolf tribe."

"Did I wrong you?" Chi Xiang looked ashamed.

"That's it. If you hit you, Fang will not accompany you."

Fang Ping walked away.

Flying not far away, he heard a turbulent sound coming from behind. The two forces collided constantly, and the stirred sky was dark and uncertain. Sometimes it was as bright as day, and at other times everything turned pale.

Half a month later, Fang Ping settled down in a small tribe called "Red Feather Tribe".

(End of this chapter)