Pope System of Rebirth

Qin Lang asked coldly, looking at this man carefully, he felt that this man seemed to be wrapped in a strange aura from head to toe, and he couldn't tell the depth of his strength at all.

"I don't know her!" He crossed his arms and said with a meaningful smile: "How can you not be frivolous when you are young, let alone with your book."

Suddenly, his body flashed like a burst of blue smoke, and he suddenly appeared beside Qin Lang, raising his hand and pushing it.

The movements are light and strange.

It was an inexplicable sneak attack. Fortunately, Qin Lang was prepared for it. He turned sideways and raised his hand to tease his tail.

"Crack!"

The two palms collided, and Qin Lang groaned. He felt a strange air flow rushing into the back of his hand. The air flow exploded as soon as it touched his skin. He took three steps back to stabilize his body.

The middle-aged man just took a step back, staring at Qin Lang with a weird look on his face. In that palm just now, he used four levels of Qingfeng Jin, and it only knocked the young man away. Judging from his age, he was probably only in his twenties.

He is so powerful at a young age, no wonder he can charge up the cliff with force.

"May I have your name?"

"Qin Lang, Darcy Qin Lang!"

There is nothing to hide when it comes to names. If a person dares not speak out his name boldly, it only shows that he has lost even the most basic courage.

"Yang Haoqiang!"

The middle-aged man announced his name, spread his hands, and wanted to compete with Qin Lang.

Qin Lang was unwilling to fight with him. It would be a loss to start a fight for no reason and ask for trouble. He looked at Yang Hao who was seriously arranging his posture and said: "If you want to fight, you have to give me a reason. There is no chance."

Fighting for no reason. I don’t like it.”

Yang Haoqiang smiled and said: "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid, this word seems to have never appeared in my eyes before." Qin Lang moved the corner of his mouth, clapped his hands and looked at him funny.

"I've broken so many rocks but haven't been injured yet. Of course you're not afraid because you have the body of King Kong." Yang Haoqiang stared at him, then turned to look at the sky and sighed: "It's a pity that I have this body in vain.

But so timid."

"Humph!" Qin Lang smiled, put his hands behind his back, and said naturally: "I know you are irritating me. It's just that I always need some reasons to fight."

Yang Haoqiang raised his eyebrows, turned to look into the distance, and slowly spread his hands again. The aura on his body was gathering and not dissipating: "I want to punish the gangster on behalf of the little girl."

"Uh!" He was stunned for a moment. Qin Lang didn't expect this guy who looked like a master to come up with such a reason. He shook his head and said: "Then I really have no reason to refuse, show your weapon."

The hand behind his back quietly pulled out the black stone sword from the Qiankun bag, and Qin Lang made a gesture of invitation.

Yang Haoqiang's eyes moved. He didn't show much surprise when he saw the weapon Qin Lang suddenly took out. He shook his head and said: "No need!"

"Don't blame me if you break an arm or a leg." Qin Lang couldn't help but remind him when he saw his confident look.

"Thank you! Make the first move."

…

He took a deep breath, mobilized the available Sanqing Dao force, kicked his feet hard, and rushed towards Yang Haoqiang like a cannonball. He liked this feeling very much.

Violence, feeling.

To be honest, when he was learning martial arts with his grandfather, the most useful sword skills he learned were chopping, chopping, slashing, and striking. Only by being quick and powerful can the most effective killing effect be achieved.

This is very different from another world. The power level of another world needs to be calculated from two aspects. First, the strength of the breath in the body. Generally, there are three kinds of breath, the sword energy used by swordsmen, the magic value used by magicians, and the magic value used by knights.

The fighting spirit used and the holy light used by priests. Secondly, martial arts skills generally depend on the physical strength of the cultivator and various martial arts secret books. Advanced martial arts books can often only be practiced on the basis of profound inner aura.

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In this way, good martial arts can often reflect the greatest inner strength level of a cultivator. If a person has a high level of inner energy cultivation but only has a low level of martial arts cultivation, he will be at a disadvantage in a competition of the same level.

.If a person's inner breath is not deep enough but he has learned powerful martial arts skills, he can often defeat opponents who are higher than him. But can there be too much difference between them? If the difference in inner breath intensity jumps to one level, even if there is another level.

Advanced martial arts skills are useless.

Qin Lang didn't know how far Yang Haoran's power level had reached.

Yang Haoran didn't know where Qin Lang had reached. He could only estimate that Qin Lang's physical strength was very strong. After all, he came over after noticing the situation on the cliff. He could clearly see Qin Lang's performance.

Asking himself, after so many years of training, he had never seen such a powerful person. He thought that Qin Lang had practiced some special martial arts and could achieve such effects, so he raised his desire to challenge.

"Wind Palm"

Yang Haoran thrust out both palms and flashed together. A gust of wind blew between the two of them due to the force of the palms. This wind had a strange force. Qin Lang's body bounced up as if it had hit a ball of cotton. The speed

Slowed down.

"High-five." Yang Haoran shouted again without any hesitation. With a little step, his whole body flashed to Qin Lang's side like the wind and went straight to his chest.

He was shocked, knowing that he had met a real master today. Without the slightest thought of stopping, Qin Lang showed a smile. Regardless of the incoming palm, the black stone sword rolled up the sword wind and slashed towards the neck of Yang Haoran who was in front of him.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Yang Haoran was faster than Qin Lang and sneered. His thick palm hit Qin Lang first. "Pa!" With a crisp sound, Qin Lang's body was slightly shaken but nothing happened and he fell back.

The black stone sword had already reached Yang Haoran's hair.

Slightly startled, Yang Haoran gave a muffled shout and disappeared instantly, but a few hairs were left behind and fell with the wind. After the first contact, Yang Haoran stared at Qin Lang, rubbing his numb palms, feeling in his heart

Very surprised.

"Which sect are you the heir to? What treasure do you carry with you?" He insisted on giving a high-five. It is impossible for him to have such a powerful cultivation at such a young age. Although his palm skills are not the most powerful martial arts, with his advanced skills

With one palm strike of inner cultivation, even a block of iron can be penetrated, let alone the human body.

Shaking his head, Qin Lang casually held the stone sword against his body and asked: "Hey uncle, what level of cultivation have you reached? You are so confident. If you don't show your skills, I won't accompany you."

Seeing that the other party did not answer his question, Yang Haoran smiled and said: "Little doll, you are really talking nonsense. I can clearly see your cultivation level. You are only at the Sword Sect level at most. Although you have such a powerful cultivation level at a young age.

This talent is quite young in this continent, but there is still a huge gap between you and me."

"You're talking nonsense, who do you think you are!" Qin Lang looked at him coldly. If the power of Sanqing hadn't been sealed by the damn black and white energy, this guy wouldn't be so arrogant: "Farewell. I won't accompany you.

"It's very clear that it's almost impossible for me to defeat the person in front of me now, so I just give up.

No one can be beaten to death. Fighting back and forth is completely boring.

Carrying the sword on his back, Qin Lang continued to move along the path. Although he didn't know where the road was, he could only walk around and try his luck. He really missed the feeling when he first came out of Kunlun, flying into the sky and escaping the earth. He moved away and returned to Darcy.

Tribe is just a matter of breathing.

"The fight is not over yet, don't even think about leaving." Seeing Qin Lang leaving, Yang Haoran was stunned for a moment, and then started to chase him. He was a martial man. He would never encounter an opponent in the barren land on weekdays. It was not easy today.

How could you miss an opportunity when you meet one?

Hearing the shouts from behind, Qin Lang ran away. The Sanqing Dao power in his body naturally flowed to specific blood vessels, making Qin Lang run much faster.

"Uncle, you are sick!"

"You are the one who is sick."

"Why are you chasing after a young man like me?"

"You're not sick, why are you running away? I just want to try out my newly created martial arts skills."

"I'm not a target."

"You are the perfect target."

After the two of them got together, the person in front ran forward like a rabbit, and the person chasing behind was like smoke floating in the mountains. The shouts and curses echoed in the mountains, startling many birds.

A giant eagle soared into the sky far away from the other two people and flew straight to the west. Pinky's eyes were swollen from crying and she wanted to find someone to help vent her anger.

"Little guy, don't run away, give me a few more slaps."

Feeling that Yang Haoran was chasing after him, Qin Lang was helpless. No matter how fast he accelerated, he could not escape. The three clear Tao powers available in his body were already operating at full capacity.

After passing through a forest, climbing over a hill, and descending to the slope, he suddenly turned around and leapt into the sky. Black time struck out, and the invisible sword energy turned into a half-moon arc, slashing towards the uncle who had just jumped up the hillside.

The uncle's whole body was wrapped in the cyan air current. He deflected the sword energy with his palm and continued to pursue him. The sword energy he casually deflected fell to a tree nearby, and an armful of thick trees broke at the waist.

This shows the power of this sword, but Yang Haoran actually bounced it away. It's not bad, Qin Lang, who had just developed sword skills, knew that he was no match, so he turned around and continued running.

If you can't fight, can't you still run?

Unfortunately, it seemed that God was really against him. After running for a quarter of an hour, a cliff blocked his way. Qin Lang rushed to the edge of the cliff and immediately took a breath of air. The cliff was thousands of feet long. It was the giant eagle who led him to play "bumping".

Stone Game” place.

"Boy, there's no need to run away!" Yang Haoran followed, holding his hands and saying.

"You guy." Qin Lang was frustrated for the first time. He was angry and had nothing to do. He couldn't beat him even if he beat himself.

Yang Haoran smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will let you go after I finish trying out the new Breeze Palm."

Rolling his eyes, Qin Lang knew that he had really encountered a martial arts idiot. After giving him a set of palm skills, he might be fine, but how could a man with ambition be humiliated like this?

"Hiss!" A soaring horse cry spread across the mountains and fields. Qin Lang was shocked. He heard the sound of carrot. He didn't expect it to come after him. It would have been nice if it was there, but unfortunately he looked around twice but didn't see carrot.

There was no trace. However, Yang Haoran had already taken a stance and was about to strike.

"Wait a minute." Looking down the cliff, Qin Lang suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted.

"As a swordsman, you have to give me basic dignity. If I die, I have to die under your most powerful sword moves."

Yang Haoran was stunned for a moment, then retracted his outstretched palms and said, "You have a rare treasure to protect you, how could you die so easily?"

"There are plenty of exotic treasures. I was attacked by your palm wind all the way and my body-protecting divine light is gone." Qin Lang spread his hands with a wry smile.

"I don't believe it." Yang Haoran was a little hesitant. He seemed to have never heard of such a treasure like the Divine Light of Body Protection.

"If you don't believe it, let me show you!"

Rolling up his sleeves, Qin Lang took out his black stone sword.

"You can see that the sword is not pointed."

Qin Lang raised the sword and laid it flat, allowing Yang Haoran to better see the thick edge on the stone sword. Such an edge cannot kill anyone.

"Watch carefully."

Withdrawing the sword and lightly cutting his hand, Qin Lang frowned, his arm opened, and bright red blood slowly flowed out. He had not been injured for a long time, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Lifting the sword, bright red blood dripped onto the ground.

Yang Haoran frowned.

"I will remember this wound. I came here because of you, and I will leave because of you. If you don't kill me today, I will definitely kill you tomorrow."

Looking at the blood scattered in the wind, Qin Lang's tone suddenly turned cold. There was some kind of flame called anger in his eyes. This was a declaration. A declaration from a young man. But as an expert, Yang Haoran couldn't help but

Dong Rong believes that Qin Lang will do what he says.

"Well, I'm sorry, your talent is very good! It's a pity that you met me. If you don't die today, remember that I am Yang Haoran, the Sword Emperor of the Jade Kingdom. However, this seems impossible."

He did not draw his sword, but clasped his hands together.

"This move is my most powerful sword move, the famous Qingfeng Slash." The hands that were joined together were raised lightly. The breeze blowing around was attracted and flew towards him, spinning around the arms to form a pure sword.

A sword made of wind.

The sound of swords sounded.

The long sword flew into the sky, and it was made of pure sword energy. Yang Haoran's cultivation was truly remarkable.

"Cut!" a voice shouted.

The wind sword that stood upright fell lightly. But such a sword caused a big change. The air changed instantly, and Qin Lang felt that it was difficult to breathe.

The air between the two people was instantly pulled away by the sword energy. The wind shook the sword, making a harsh sound, and instantly turned into a ten-foot-long giant sword and fell with a crash.

Along with the strong wind and dust, part of the sword energy peeled off from the sword floated to the surrounding trees, like fallen leaves, but when it touched the trees and shrubs.

The huge power contained in it exploded instantly, and trees burst one after another wherever it passed, and grass ash flew all over the sky. Just the scattered sword energy was so powerful, not to mention the giant sword that was ten feet in size, with all the energy concentrated in it.

The power of.

Then, at this moment, Qin Lang, who was standing on the same spot, suddenly made a move, put on a wicked smile on his face, turned around and jumped off the thousand-foot cliff.

"Boom!" His timing was extremely perfect, allowing Yang Haoran to clearly see his movements, but at the same time he could not stop him.

The giant wind sword fell, but unfortunately it had lost its target. Yang Haoran separated his hands with his hands together, and the extremely powerful wind sword turned into a breeze and disappeared without a trace.

For a Sword Emperor-level figure, the strength of his sword moves had already reached the level of control. He jumped to the edge of the cliff. He squinted and looked down, and saw Qin Lang, who was falling downwards, turning over and raising his middle finger.

Yang Haoran shook his head and sighed. Since this little guy dared to jump, he only had some means to save his life.

Turning back and about to leave, Yang Haoran's eyes twitched fiercely. Because the sword move had not fallen just now, the grass between the two of them was intact. He bent down and looked down at the ground.

There were blood stains on several lush grasses, which had just fallen from Qin Lang's arm, but there seemed to be some strange power in the blood. The grass stained with blood grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming lush and green.

The grass kept growing, and when it reached a length of one foot, it stopped, bloomed, and then withered. The growth process that took a year or even two or three years to complete was completed in less than a quarter of an hour.

this……

All this was caused by that kid's blood.

Yang Haoran was shocked to observe, and glanced down the cliff with a strange expression. He really didn't know who that kid was, and how a few drops of blood could have such a powerful effect. He closed his eyes slightly, shook his head, and slowly disappeared in his heart full of doubts.

In the mountains and forests.

The cliff where the two people were missing became quiet, and the wind came back here again, gently blowing the withered grass. A yellow blade of grass broke off, flew into the wind, flew over the cliff, and flew to

The air slowly turned into tiny bits of dust.

Perhaps, death is the most feared thing for everyone, but it is different for one person. After falling off the cliff and making a huge human-shaped pit, he was sure of such a thing.

Except for the black stone sword, nothing can hurt me.

Perhaps, he would not die at all, and he was afraid of asking for death. He climbed up from the huge pit. In a daze, he got into a forest. When he woke up, it was already late, and the big moon was facing him.

It feels very dazzling and uncomfortable.

It shouldn't be like this. He turned over and sat on the ground. The wound on his arm had healed without any trace. Carrot's sneezing sound was in his ears, and he was the first to find him.

He straightened up, glanced at the desolate woods, patted Carrot's neck dotingly, and walked out of the woods. Yang Haoran's sense of crisis put a lot of pressure on him. He was still too weak now to meet such a person.

Not even a chance to return the phone.

"Sword King level master!" He recited it silently in his mind, and Carrot followed silently.

"Carrot, carrot! How can I improve my cultivation?" He muttered to himself all the way. After walking out of the woods, he saw a bluestone. A large bluestone. It was covered with moss and weeds.

Like an old man in the village, Qin Lang climbed up the stone and squatted on it, staring ahead. The moonlight was very bright, illuminating the scenery outside the forest.

The insects screamed sadly, and the green grass swayed in the wind.

"Qiang!

He pulled out the black stone sword and watched quietly. Yang Haoran's last blow lingered in his mind for a long time, Qingfeng Slash! The timing was amazing, especially when the hands were closed, the things flowing in the space were in pieces.

It seems to be a kind of energy, a kind of energy that can be controlled.

If it were others, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to see these subtle things, but Qin Lang's eyes and ears were depressed, the light of the sky washed away the dust, and the baptism of the Holy Tribulation, he already had the constitution of a saint, and his grasp of time and space was completely different from ordinary people.

If his cultivation had not been sealed by the two energies of black and white, he might have reached the point where he would have the ability to freely control actions within the fixed laws of time and space.

To put it another way, for example, an ordinary person can blink once in one second, but Qin Lang can blink ten, twenty, thirty, forty or even more times.

But unfortunately, the power has been sealed, and the ability has been weakened to a very low level. It can only be expressed in the speed of seeing things and the ability to see some things that others cannot see, such as the flow of elements.

At this time, Qin Lang has been reminiscing, recalling the entire process of Qingfeng Zhan. The three pure Taoist powers in his body flowed through specific veins and turned into a liquid as clear as dewdrops on his palm, which exuded a hazy luster under the moonlight.

"wind!"

A thought suddenly came to Qin Lang's mind, and the liquid flashed.

"call!"

The night wind suddenly slowed down as it blew past him and turned into a breeze, a soft breeze. This feeling was very strange, as if the lens of a movie had slowed down and the wind had lengthened, very long.

Qin Lang raised his head and looked around in surprise. The "water drops" formed by the power of the three clear powers in his hands dispersed, and the wind returned to normal, blowing the grass, the woods, and Qin Lang's short hair.

"What's going on? The wind seems to be under my control."

His heart moved, and he sat cross-legged on the stone, trying to move the barely movable Sanqing Dao power along the meridians in the body, sucking in the energy from the outside to replenish it into the body, and then letting it flow to the palms of his hands.

After more than ten attempts, suddenly, the thought of wind flashed in his mind, and a wisp of breeze ripped out of the air and circled around him before disappearing.

Overjoyed, overjoyed for no reason. My Three Pure Dao Power seems to be able to control the special elements of another world, and the thought of fire flashes in my heart. A wisp of heat flashes around me, and a wisp of sparks rises out of thin air, although it is very weak, just a little spark.

But this discovery made Qin Lang even more ecstatic.

Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, water. All four elements were summoned one by one.

One night, thunder suddenly fell in the woods, strong winds blew, and it rained, burning many flowers and plants and frightening some small animals.

When it's dawn.

Wind blade, ha!

Strange screams came from the woods, and a palm-sized half-moon-shaped wind magic glowing with light blue light cut off many branches and disappeared at the end.

Qin Lang clapped his hands with satisfaction, not expecting that he still had the potential to be a magician.

After a night of practice, he discovered that except for the light, dark! types of magic that he could not summon, he was an all-round magician that could handle all other magics.

With this secret weapon, we may be able to take things by surprise in the future.

Qin Lang chuckled and got on his horse. The only way to improve his cultivation was to go back and think about it. The matter of the Yinxiu tribe has not been resolved yet. The top priority is to unify the refugee tribe and gather the refugees so that they can gain a firm foothold in the war in a few months.

.Get the planned place.

As for Yang Haoqiang and so on, he should hide first. I don't think he would be so bored that he would go to the desert to look for him.

"drive!"

The horse galloped, and when no one was around, Carrot appeared in the complete form of the Heavenly Flame Divine Horse, and it turned into a ball of flame and disappeared into the mountain.

For him, the distance of a hundred miles only lasts in an instant.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, they had already passed through the mountains and rushed into the desert. In the afternoon, they appeared outside the Yinxiu tribe. The Yinxiu tribe was still surrounded by a large army.

On the outermost edge, a small maroon pony appeared in the field of vision. Those with sharp eyes recognized it as Master Qin Lang, who was captured by a giant eagle. For a moment, everyone looked at each other. They had never thought of being captured by such a big eagle.

You can go and come back unscathed.

The horses galloped and the dust danced wildly.

Qin Lang rushed into the military tent. Mingqi and Mingxi, the father and his son, had already received the news. Qin Lang appeared when he saw it. The bearded Mingqi laughed and said, "Just tell me that you kid is fine. Give that beast a day."

Where was he caught?"

Qin Lang turned over and dismounted. He patted the carrot and let it go on its own. He put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "The giant eagle thought my meat was not delicious. It left me in the desert. Fortunately, the carrot found me, otherwise I would have lost my life."

Gonna get lost."

Mingxi never spoke, just stared at the carrot.

Others may not have noticed, but he has been at a racecourse and has seen Ma Wen's attitude towards the horse. It is obviously a failed stallion, but Ma Wen is careful with it. Now he can easily find his owner. I'm afraid

There is something special about this horse.

Realizing that Ming Xi had been observing Carrot, Qin Lang's heart moved and he said with a smile: "Ming Xi, please don't take my carrot idea, you have a big horse of your own. Come on, quickly enter the military tent, let's discuss the Yin Xiu tribe's plan."

matter."

Changing the topic at will, Carrot raised his head proudly, glanced at Mingxi with a pair of powerful eyes, and then walked towards the manger outside the tent.

This posture startled Qin Lang, and he glared at it fiercely, telling it to keep a low profile. Carrot snorted and lowered his head in dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, all this was not seen by Mingqi and his son, who were the first to enter the military tent.

"You said the giant eagle has come back?"

Hearing the news, Qin Lang almost spit out the water in his mouth. Where there is a giant eagle, there is a pink little lolita. Why are you running here when you have nothing to do?

"Then what?"

"It seems that the Yinxiu tribe has had some different movements these days." General Mingqi, stroking his beard, said worriedly: "Tomorrow is the date, if they fight back."

Temporarily suppressing the possibility that Xiao 0 might come here, Qin Lang took a calm sip of water and said: "Don't be nervous, I don't think she will be like this. We will know tomorrow."

Ming Xi said: "Dad, you always make a fuss. The entire Yinxiu tribe is surrounded, and you are afraid that they will fail. If they don't surrender by then and fight directly, the soldiers who have been hungry for three or four days will have no fighting ability at all.

"

The two father and son did not know the coordination that Qin Lang had secretly reached with the Yinxiu tribe.

"It is impossible for the Yinxiu tribe to die in this matter. According to the rumors, the leader of Yinxiu is probably not such a person. We will wait and see what happens tomorrow." Qin Lang made up his mind. There was not much in the argument between the two father and son.

Meaning, it's a done deal.

At this time, the camp tent was opened, and the fat cook Yan Liu rushed in in a hurry, ignoring the rules of the army. When he saw Qin Lang standing peacefully in the tent, he almost cried.

He was regretful and sad. He shouldn't have used the spices that his master gave him. If something unexpected happened to Qin Lang, he would be guilty of a great crime, and he wouldn't be able to survive even if he was cut to pieces with a thousand cuts.

With a flutter, he knelt down.

Qin Lang winked at Mingqi. Mingqi naturally knew what was going on. He knew the fat cook. He twisted Mingxi's ears and said, "You little brat, your wings are stiff and you dare to talk back."

After dragging him out of the tent, Mingqi still didn't want Mingxi to know some things. After all, the things in Qin Lang's heart were very dangerous, like a bomb. If he was not careful, his body would be gone.

Quickly helping Yan Liu, who was blaming himself, Qin Lang patted him and said with a gray smile: "Yan Liu, what did you say? If I don't want to be caught by it, can the giant eagle catch me?"

Yan Liu was still blaming himself: "If it weren't for me, the giant eagle wouldn't have come."

Smiling and shaking his head, Qin Lang had a smirk on his face and pulled the fat cook to wink at him: "What did you do with the spices? Can you give me some use?"

Huh? Yan Liu was stunned, not knowing what Qin Lang was going to do with the spices. He quickly took it out from his clothes: "Just two bottles, I'll throw them away right now."

"Don't! This is a treasure, don't throw it away." Qin Lang grabbed it and even attracted the giant eagle raised by someone. It would be easy to attract others.

He was very interested in what Ma Weng said about the most amazing horses in the world.

Yan Liudao: "I'll give it to you if you need it, sir. It won't be of much use if I keep this thing." He was already very confident in his cooking skills and no longer needed this kind of spice.

"Yan Liu, tell me about your past! Who is your master?" Looking at the two ordinary porcelain vases in his hands, Qin Lang was suddenly very interested in Yan Liu's past. What kind of experience allowed him to do this?

something.

Yan Liu has never told anyone about his past. He is a little hesitant. After all, it involves many things, and telling him might bring trouble to Qin Lang.

As smart as he was, Qin Lang knew that Yan Liu might be a person with a story. He laughed twice and let the unharmonious atmosphere in the tent dissipate, patting Yan Liu on the shoulder and said: "I am also a person with a story. One day

There’s nothing to eat. Prepare something delicious for me!”

Yan Liu heard this, nodded quickly, and left the tent.

Holding two bottles of strange spices, Qin Lang put them into the Qiankun bag without ceremony.

…

On the second day, there was movement in the army outside Yinxiu's tribe. Qin Lang took the lead on horseback and led the two generals Mingqi and Mingxi to the buffer zone between Yinxiu and Daxi.

Mingqi didn't sleep well last night because he went to the Daxi tribe to understand the situation and learned something about Qin Lang. This kid appeared in the abyss of death by chance. Even Wang Tingting didn't know where he came from.

When he first appeared, he called himself a homeless man who calls himself home all over the world.

He couldn't figure out what it contained. He connected all the things in one night and was even more confused. The only thing he knows now is one thing. This boy aims at Donglong.

city.

Being old and staying up all night really made him a little unbearable. He yawned and General Mingqi stopped thinking about these things. Having lived on the battlefield for most of his life, he knew that many things could not be understood in an instant.

Qin Lang didn't know that General Mingqi was investigating him. Holding a black stone sword, he swaggered and led a group of people outside the closed gate of the Yinxiu tribe's village and shouted: "Listen to the Yinxiu tribe, today

It's the last deadline. If you don't surrender after noon, don't blame the Darcy tribe for being merciless."

The gate of Yin Xiuzhai was closed tightly.

Silence, silence again, it seemed like a strange virus was spreading in the desert, and soon even the cavalry horses seemed to be infected with the virus.

Silent precipitation piles up one after another.

The hot sun moved bit by bit towards the blue sky. Time passed bit by bit, and the cavalrymen began to feel nervous in their hearts.

As soon as noon arrives, the fighting will begin.

As is inevitable in a bloody battle, some of the cavalrymen following behind had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

When the war started, they were the first to be affected. Although the weather was very hot, their hands and feet were still a little cold because this was their first battle. There were too many such people in the ranks of the Darcy tribe.

After all, a few months ago, the Daxi tribe did not have a regular army.

It’s noon time!

Something unexpected happened still happened. Qin Lang raised his eyebrows and raised his black stone sword.

With the sword raised, the horse began to stir restlessly, causing the flag soldiers to wave the flags in their hands to control the movement of the entire Darcy army.

"Roar!" A veteran who had fought several battles was the first to shout: "For Darcy."

The shouts surged out instantly, like ocean waves, one wave after another, earth-shattering, and the cold bodies of the recruits began to become restless amid the powerful shouts.

Everyone was shouting, the ground was shaking, and dust was flying again.

Qin Lang raised his eyebrows for the second time, because the Yinxiu tribe had not made any movement yet, and it seemed that the woman had tricked them.

The black stone sword is slightly tilted out, and the tip of the sword stands firmly. As long as it is swung down, Darcy's army will rush into the Yinxiu tribe, and the blood will burn red in the place where the grassland and the desert alternate.

For the third time, Qin Lang raised his eyebrows, but he breathed a sigh of relief. The black stone sword did not put down, because the door of Yin Xiu's tribe opened with the sound of wood banging.

All the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and the hot blood surging in their bodies gradually calmed down.

However, Qin Lang's eyebrows raised for the fourth time the moment the door opened.

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shock!

I was just surprised! The fourth time he raised his eyebrows, he never put them down. His heart skipped a beat, and Qin Lang almost shouted.

The door slowly opened with a creaking sound, and there was a touch of pink behind the woman in a green shirt. Her pink pleated skirt fluttered in the wind, and her blue staff shone in the sun.

Pink little 0.

Why are you here?

Her pretty appearance is still lovely. Her short skirt flutters in the wind, and her exposed calves are still alluring. Her big eyes also changed from a proud posture to surprise the moment the village door opened, and then again

It turned into anger, and there was a hint of angry blush on the pink face.

silence.

At this time, this is the only word that can be used to describe the atmosphere between the two, a silence amidst gunpowder. But this silence may be more dangerous than a gunpowder keg.

"Sir." Someone with sharp eyes beside Qin Lang reminded him in a low voice.

"Cough!" He coughed, hiding the surprise that turned into embarrassment in his heart. Qin Lang pretended not to notice the curve of his mouth turning into a smile, and looked at Yin Xiu.

But I still have doubts in my heart, what is the relationship between Yin Xiu and the magic pink 0.

"We, the Daxi tribe, are very tolerant and hope to solve the relationship between the refugee tribes in a bloodless way. Only through unification can we stand tall and see far."

A herald beside him loudly shouted Qin Lang's pre-prepared speech. The voice spread between the Yinxiu tribe and Darcy's cavalry.

After hearing this, Yin Xiu turned around and looked at the hungry and panicked soldiers behind her. She sighed, then turned around and looked at Qin Lang and said: "If Yin Xiu joins the Daxi tribe today, I hope the Daxi tribe will agree to Yin Xiu's request."

Show’s request.”

Qin Lang smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter."

Xiao 0 kept staring at him, the anger on his pretty face not concealed at all.

"If a war breaks out, Yin Xiu will only provide military rations and money, but will not export soldiers." Yin Xiu raised his head and smoothed his hair that was sticky with sweat, and the aura of a womanly man was naturally revealed.

General Mingqi frowned when he heard this condition.

Qin Lang scratched the area on his forehead that was itchy from the sun, then flicked his fingers and waved to Mingxi beside him, turning his head and saying, "Mingxi, do you think it's okay?"

Mingxi glanced back at his father. Although he was arrogant, he was still young. Such important matters always require his father's opinions. But Mingqi knew that this was Qin Lang training his children. During the war, the general's judgment and decision

He knew everything, so he pretended not to see it, touched his beard and looked at the sky. Seeing that his father ignored him, Mingxi thought about the trade-off between the two tribes.

The Yinxiu tribe has its own special industry, medicinal materials, and is relatively well-off economically. It has less than 8,000 troops. If a war breaks out, such troops will not bring much effect to the battlefield, but if the war becomes a stalemate,

state

, can often have unexpected effects. If the Yinxiu tribe suddenly clashed with each other, it would be very detrimental to the Daxi tribe and Donglong City. After weighing the balance, Mingxi got the answer and turned his head and said: "Qin Lang, I'm afraid this

The conditions are not favorable for us."

He still likes to call Qin Lang's name without adding the word "adult". After all, Qin Lang is about the same age as him, so don't worry about calling him "adult". After hearing this, Qin Lang said again: "Are you telling me what's the disadvantage?" Ming Ming

Xi spoke out his thoughts one by one.

Smiling, Qin Lang turned to look at Yin Xiu, grinned and showed his neat white teeth: "Deal!"

A crisp answer.

Ming Xi's face was a little ugly. He had analyzed all the balance of interests. Keeping the Yinxiu tribe's troops in Daxi, Donglong's subsequent wars were like putting a sharp sword behind him that could explode at any time. How could this be done?

It's all such a loss.

At this time, his father's voice came quietly from behind him: "Courage and the grasp of one's own abilities are the keys to victory in the war. Mingxi, if you were a tiger, would you still be afraid of a wolf?"

Ming Xi suddenly became cheerful because of the entanglement in her heart, and turned her head to look at Qin Lang, who was not much older than herself. He was indeed much more experienced and calm than herself.

"So, thank you, Lord Qin Lang!" Yin Xiu gave a slight salute, a trace of pride flashing across her beautiful face.

"No, Sister Xiuxiu, you can't promise him! If we can't beat him, I'll call the master." Just when everyone thought that things were going to develop in a peaceful direction, the pink 0 behind Yin Xiu suddenly said.

The words are astonishing. (To be continued...)