Chapter 457 Sparring Training
Under Gu Xu’s persistent stalking, the white-haired boy finally “reluctantly” agreed to help him.
At this moment, with the death of Kongxuan Sanren, Liangzhou City's promotion formation was completely reduced to nothingness.
Those Liangzhou residents who were affected by the causal spell and hated Gu Xu have already returned to normal. They seemed to have lost the memory of just now, treating Gu Xu as an insignificant passerby, and their eyes did not even want to stay on him for a moment longer.
Gu Xu sighed again.
He put away his Jinghong pen, took one last look at the place where the snow girl disappeared, and then walked on the bluestone pavement towards the west city gate.
That is the border line of the Daqi Dynasty.
Out of the city gate, there is an endless wild land.
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Beyond the Great Wall.
The wind howled and the reeds swayed.
A group of strong, bronze-skinned men were galloping on horses in the endless wilderness.
They wore brightly colored clothes with tight cuffs, leather belts around their waists, trousers, leather boots, and shining silver scimitars.
A string of white bone necklaces hung around their necks, which swayed and collided in the strong wind, making sounds.
This group of people is the "Northwestern Barbarians" in the eyes of the Qi people.
Of course, they do not call themselves "barbarians", but call their own group "wolf people".
They are like a pack of wolves on the grassland, believing in the law of the weak and the strong. Whenever they killed an enemy, they would take a piece of the enemy's bone and string it on their necklace.
The more bones there are on the necklace, the more respect it will gain from its peers.
"Brother Harbala, look, there is a person on the hill ahead!" At this time, a short barbarian suddenly pointed his hand forward and shouted, "Looking at his clothes, he should be a man. Qi people!”
The “Brother Harabar” he calls is the leader of this group of people and the highly anticipated young master of the depression tribe.
He is tall and has well-defined muscles, built one by one like bricks. When people see him, they will involuntarily think of the word "violence".
His body is covered with tattoos of beasts, and a heavy bone string hangs around his neck.
“A person?” Harabar frowned.
As we all know, the northwest wasteland is an extremely dangerous place.
Every nomadic tribe here is good at fighting on horseback. They may turn into robbers at any time and rob passing passers-by, caravans, and even other tribes.
Because of this, when the Qi people entered the northwest wilderness, they usually hired powerful practitioners to escort them all the way at great cost.
However, the Qi man on the hill ahead dared to walk alone in the wilderness!
Is he overestimating his abilities, or is he a man of skill and courage?
Harabar narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the man for a moment, and murmured to himself: "He is still a hairy boy as thin as a monkey!"
"Halabar Brother Barr, let's go and rob him?" A strong young man suggested from the side, "Look, he doesn't even have a bag with food on him. You should know that this means-"
"He must be carrying a space magic weapon!" Harabar interrupted the man. When he said the words "space magic weapon", everyone present showed extremely obvious coveting eyes, and some even picked up their riding whips and prepared to rush forward.
The cultivation system of the northwest barbarians mainly focuses on sharpening the physical body with the help of totems. It lacks the mysterious and unpredictable Taoist methods in the Central Plains, let alone the methods of drawing talismans, setting up formations, refining weapons, etc.
Because of this, magical artifacts are extremely precious items on the grasslands, which always cause fierce competition among various tribes.
Harabar was hesitant.
He felt that if a Qi man dared to walk alone on the grassland with a magical weapon, he must have something to rely on.
But the tribesmen around him said one after another:
"There are so many of us, how can we fail to beat him?" "Look at him, he is so young, and his hair doesn't even look like he's grown, how tall can he be?" "Brother Harabar, you are one of the strongest young people on the grassland, a candidate for the future khan, how can that kid be yours?" Opponent?”
“…”
Under the flattery and encouragement of these people, Harabar's heart was filled with enthusiasm, and the more he listened, the more he felt that what they said made sense.
So he drew out his scimitar with one hand, pointed it forward, and whipped the horse's ass with the whip, and in an instant he rushed towards the opposite hill like an arrow from the string.
Not to be outdone, the tribesmen he led followed closely behind.
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Standing on the hill is a handsome young man wearing a blue shirt.
He frowned slightly and kept making gestures 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 next to him.
When Harabar led the crowd towards him, he seemed to still be immersed in his own world and unaware of it.
Seeing such a scene, the prairie barbarians couldn't help but be overjoyed.
They felt that there was really a fool in Zhongyuan who sent them a magic weapon, and he couldn't even detect the crisis that was right in front of them.
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 shirt, they suddenly seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and fell to the ground one by one, causing them to fall on their backs.
Then, the originally solid rocky ground under their feet suddenly became as loose and soft as sand. The barbarians were trapped deeper and deeper into it, making it difficult to escape.
Harabar realized that he had hit a hard wall this time.
Relying on his strong body and the power of the totem, he put aside 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 levels of the group of people he brought were uneven, and most of them probably didn't have the ability to escape from this trap.
If they all fell here today, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss to the depression tribe.
There is only one way to take them back intact -
Defeat the young man in green shirt with strange methods.
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This young man in green shirt is naturally Gu Xu who left Daqi and came to the wilderness.
During this short break, he discussed the "Ming Zhao Forbidden Technique" with the white-haired boy and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the deduction of Taoism.
Of course, with his character, he would not put himself in danger easily.
With a stack of talismans that had been prepared, he set up a simple defensive formation around himself.
A few minutes later, this formation came in handy.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the barbarians struggling like maggots in the sand, as well as Harabar, who was carrying a gleaming scimitar and looking for a fight with him with murderous intent.
Logically speaking, he could easily beat this barbarian man to pieces by just taking out a few talismans.
But at this moment, the white-haired boy suddenly suggested in his mind: "Aren't you going to take this opportunity to practice your 'Destiny' power? It's not easy to find such a good sparring partner!"
(End of this chapter)