Broken Night - Chapter 613

[Chapter 607 – Please Lord Grim (Part 1)]

Broken Night

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Chapter 607 – Please Lord Grim (Part 1)

“Shen Qiushu, why did you send someone to die?”

Shen Qiushu heard the words indifferently: “Just follow orders and keep your mouth clean. These two are you two. It was

invited from the north.”

The cultivators in the north who surrounded them seemed to have thought of something, and set their eyes on Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, and then thought of something that changed slightly: “Is it someone from Yunfu?”

Xu Yan Ignoring it, Jin Qianji clasped his fists and smiled at the right time: “The disciples of Yunfu, Jin Qianji and Xu Yan, and their boy Lan Mingxin came to the north to practice together.

” pick means.

It was not the first day that Yunfu disciples came to the north to practice.

And every time the Yunfu disciples came, they would make a mess in the north, which had to be taken seriously.

“Please come with us.”

The cultivators who had surrounded him suddenly dispersed for the most part, leaving only the two of them to take the lead and continue to walk along the flag road with them.

The more I walked, I saw several large tents parked by the flag road ahead.

Shen Qiushu explained to the three at the right time: “This is a custom in the north. They don’t trust the south, thinking that the south are all cunning people. If they don’t pay attention, they will sneak into the north through the flag road. The lower line of defense.”

“Or to put it simply, this is the Senman city wall that belongs to the north. Of course, there is no pattern like the forest.”

The northern cultivator in front sneered: “There is one thing you missed- ─ Those who live in these tents are the most powerful cultivators on the front. Whoever dares to sneak past, I’m afraid the blood flag on the flag road will become even redder.”

Xu Yan and the other three all heard it very interesting. After all, there is no record of such things even in the archives.

In particular, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, who read the scrolls, knew that there were very few records about the north in the scrolls.

The reason is also that the north does not like the style of writing. There are naturally very few records of literature such as Zhuanzang. Even if there is any record, it is the inheritance of wisdom in the power or tribe, and it will not be passed on.

This is also the difference between the North and the South. The South has a strong academic nature and various bookstores, so that its wisdom, knowledge, and unique skills have been passed down from generation to generation.

In the north, however, it is more like a master-apprentice system, which is taught by words and deeds.

Therefore, it is much more difficult to cultivate and become a cultivator in the north than in the south, but once you successfully embark on the cultivation path, it will generally be stronger than in the south. This is the reason.

The weak eat the strong, and those who grow up are baptized by blood and fire.

Naturally stronger!

……

They came to the flag road surrounded by various large tents, but saw that there were people waiting in front of them.

There are more than a dozen figures in front of them, and each of them has a different aura.

This kind of unusualness caused Xu Yan and Jin Qianji to look solemn.

These more than ten northern cultivators are naturally far from being able to compare with Senior Brother and Senior Sister Yunfu, let alone the powerhouse of the Five Palaces, Huihong.

They are weaker, but young.

Young, often represents potential.

The dozen or so figures standing in front of the road in front of them are the most powerful cultivators in the north in the bloody front.

And they will also be people who guard the blood.

What only made Xu Yan and Jin Qianji focus their eyes subconsciously was a figure sitting in a chair.

This chair is very spacious, even wider than the bamboo chair Xu Yan usually uses as a bed.

The handles on both sides of the bamboo chair, the backrest, and the seat cushions are all wrapped in the fur of wild animals, and on the back is a taxidermied tiger head, which looks extremely domineering.

But this is not what Xu Yan and the others care about.

What they care about is the person sitting in the chair.

Compared to this chair, the person sitting on the chair is much smaller.

At first glance, this person looks like a child who is only six or seven years old, but the cold indifference on his face, and the silent and awe-inspiring eyes on his side, everything shows. It’s unusual for this child.

……

The child looked at the three of them, and then set his eyes on Xu Yan.

His voice was not childish, but a mature and low-pitched male voice, creating a great contrast: “You are the seventh Mr. Xu Yan of Yunfu?”

Xu Yan resisted the contrast and nodded, “I will That

‘s right.”

The child also nodded, and there was a hint of admiration in those eyes: “Only the strength of the second palace can catch my blow, as expected of a disciple of Yunfu.”

Xu Yan was stunned when he heard the words: “You A blow?” The

child disagreed, but didn’t say anything.

On the contrary, Shen Qiushu had a solemn expression and looked at the child with a face full of war: “Mo Xiao, the devil of the north. The shame of the first battle that day is still vivid in my eyes.”

The child known as Mo Xiao still had a calm expression on his face .

, looked at Shen Qiushu: “You’re still a long way off.” As he said that, he looked at the gun on Shen Qiushu’s back: “On the contrary, your gun was not interrupted by me that day, which is beyond my expectations.”

As if touching Shen Qiushu’s inverse scale, his complexion changed dramatically, and his body was full of murderous aura.

Even Xu Yan and Jin Qianji were slightly surprised and stood in front of Lan Mingxin.

In fact, Shen Qiushu has been on the bloody front for seven years. He is regarded as one of the strongest in the bloody front in the south, otherwise he would not have become Lin Lao’s right-hand man. cultivated like a southern cultivator.

His murderous aura was like the long gun behind him, and the gun came first before it was shot.

But the child named Mo Xiao was still sitting on the large animal skin chair so calmly, blowing his slightly slender blonde hair in the wind with murderous aura.

He just looked at him indifferently as if nothing happened, like looking at a dead man.

After seeing it, Xu Yan probably guessed what was going on. His expression was strange but he couldn’t hide his horror: “Are you the giant from yesterday?”

……

The north is a place where the weak and the strong prey on the weak.

In this harsh terrain, the weak have no value in surviving.

Like the small tribe that Xiao Hu once lived in, under a powerful cultivator, he wiped it away.

Only strong tribes can survive for a long time.

Even according to legends, Burning Heaven Mountain and Four Seasons Heaven were just a tribe a long time ago, but they have developed into such a behemoth today.

However, among them, there are several tribes with only a few hundred people, but they still survive in the north.

Even surviving for hundreds of years is safe and sound.

The position they occupy is not the best living position in the North, but it is also not the worst.

They are on the same side and have no competition with the world, but no one dares to offend them.

In other words, hundreds of years later, those who dared to offend them have been buried under the snow in the north that has not melted for hundreds of years.

Among them is such a detached tribe, called the [Giant Tribe].