Sword Pawn Crossing River

Shangwu ignored his savage entanglement and only looked towards those cultivators,

"What's the matter? The grassland has become a sieve? A small Foundation Establishment can easily get in? "

One of the sorcerers is responsible for the communication between Wolf Valley and the mortal tribe. He knows more about it.

"This person is a traveler, you know In recent years, the grassland has opened its doors and there have been many such businessmen. In view of the need to maintain friendly and good-neighborly relations, we are not good at one by one verification! It is just a rough registration.

dísciple suddenly remembered, just yesterday, A man from the Central Plains who teaches here fled to the Central Plains. He knows this person, and I don’t know if it has anything to do with it."

"A native of the Central Plains? Teaching? Since he is a mortal, what can he not leave? Relationship?" Shang Wu frowned. He basically doesn't care about things in the tribe. It's too trivial and delays practice.

So the sorcerer explained. After all, the number of prairie people is scarce. Compared with the Central Plains, each sorcerer is in charge of a clan. The cultivator has a strong memory, and there is basically no personal situation in it. Omission; Fang Zihui is a celebrity who is neither too big nor too small in the Tussar clan, and it is normal for the sorcerer to have an impression of him.

Shangwu was a little angry, "Oh? From this point of view, there is no doubt that they are a group, one flees, the other steals the child, just don't want the child to accept the education of my Prairie Wuzhu!

Hmph, the black deer god is on top, no matter what ethnicity the parents are from, as long as they are born in my grassland, they are the species of the grassland! I have the obligation to inherit the glory of the grassland!

I fell Go and see, what kind of stubborn character this teacher is! Married a girl from my grassland and enjoyed the treatment of my grassland. It has been more than ten years for you to be oneself from the Central Plains. It is excusable for you not to forget the identity of the Central Plains, but now you are even a child. I don’t want them to recognize it?

Could it be that my grassland is hell? Really hell, what are you doing here?"

The entire group flies in the air, carrying the ice guest, Fly to the stab clan; this is not a whim of Shangwu. In recent years, in the grassland, it has indeed spread a trend of extravagance. With better living conditions, it must also bring a trend of enjoyment. This is human beings. The disease.

Because of this, hardship and witchcraft have become not as enthusiastic as before. Although there has not been confrontation, evasion, or resistance, it will be sooner or later when the atmosphere is open. In particular, the children of some wealthy families have cringed at the journey of becoming a witch with a high mortality rate. Some even went out to hide in the Central Plains in the name of a trader. Once they come back, naturally they will not be looked for again.

These malignant social trends must stop! Originally, I was looking for a reason. Since the Central Plains teacher jumped out oneself, then he didn't mind taking the opportunity to come and kill the chicken to warn the monkey!

entire group fast as lightning, and soon came to the camp of the thorn tribe. Below, patriarch and a group of nobles rushed to hear the wind, including the five-flowers tied up and beaten beyond recognition Fang Zihui.

Although he has been in the prairie for more than ten years, he is still inferior to an authentic prairie man in terms of kung fu on horseback.

Although he has a reputation in the grassland, he is not from the grassland after all, so what if he is a grasslander? The lower-level herders do not have that many global awareness. They are the most provoked group. As long as someone stirs up trouble, they are the most impulsive cannon fodder!

Shangwu looks at him, coldly said: "Do you know this cultivator? Did you persuade him to go to Pirate Boy in Wolf Valley?"

Although Fang Zihui's consciousness is completely different, Fang Zihui's consciousness is still sober. "I don't know!"

He doesn't want to implicate others. This is his last pride of a scholar. If there is a trial, let him alone!

Coldly snorted, if you want to know the real thoughts of this mortal, it is very simple. In fact, he is also quite sure. You can see it from the eye contact when the two meet!

The reason for asking is to let him speak out in front of hundreds of prairie people watching! It can shock people's hearts!

Turning to the ice guest again, "It seems that you don’t know him either?"

The ice guest laughed, a trifling mortal can be so strong in front of a foreign race, he is a cultivator How could it be worse?

"I know your legs! Anyone from the Central Plains bloodline, as long as he is oneself unwilling, I have an obligation to help them! This is Xuanyuan's responsibility!"

Hearing his bad breath, the sorcerer next to him pointed fiercely at his abdomen, almost shattering his dantian.

Shang Wu’s face remains unchanged, Xuanyuan Sword repairs impossible and has a soft service. It has been like this for tens of thousands of years. Even the weakest person will behave the same after entering the Demon Sect, so he is also lazy. Persuasion is meaningless.

"If you break into the forbidden land privately, you will be punished for your crimes! This is the iron law of the cultivation world! Xuanyuan can't say anything!"

The ice guest vomits blood from his mouth Mo, knowing that this time I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape, there are many reasons, but he never thinks that it is because of oneself's strength. He just feels that if he worships a Master earlier, it will definitely not be like this!

But he refused to weaken the imposing manner, "It’s okay! But it’s a question of taking one step first and then taking another step! I’ll go down and take a good position for you. Don’t worry, you will thank you when you meet again. Mine!"

Such intimidation is impossible to subdue Prairie Wuzhu. After tens of thousands of years, he was almost annihilated by Xuanyuan at the most difficult time, and he has never softened his backbone! What's more, the death threat of a trifling little Foundation Establishment?

Fang Zihui looked towards Fang Zihui again, "You are the only one to return? Why not bring your family?"

Fang Zihui's face pale, people have long lost the desire to survive, and only feel this life Incomparable failure, ashamed of his parents when he was young, and his wife and children as an adult, the only sustaining point of his pride is to bear all the responsibilities on oneself.

"Just me! My wife disagrees! She thinks this is the glory of the Black Deer God, otherwise I won't be alone!" Shang Wu Wen said: "To mortals , Especially scholar, I’m willing to give you another chance!

Change your heart, sincerely believe, and your children will always serve the great god!

Then, I can forget everything you do! Everything in life As usual, you can continue to spread your knowledge without harming your family. This cultivator that works for you will not die for you!

You, are you willing?"

Fang Zihui's gaze swept across everyone's faces, and he didn't even linger on the ice guest's face much. Everyone insisted on oneself. He did, and he also had this Taoist who wanted to come. He had heard too many stories about Xuanyuan since he was a child. How could this witch's words deceive him?

Xuanyuan Sword repair, will not let others decide oneself's destiny! Even if you are kind!

"I, I don’t want to!

Snow Mountain people, don’t believe in the gods of the grassland! I have never believed in the gods of Xuanyuan, you wild gods and immortals dare to take it Come out and talk!

Scholar, only believes in theory, only learns, and disrespects Ghost God!"