Speed ​​Pass starts with choosing a hunter

Chapter 407 Barbarian Tribe
On a verdant grassland in the north, a cheerful stream makes a pleasant sound.

A small courtyard full of orchids is particularly eye-catching.

On this desolate northern plain, there is a sense of paradise.

Even the most unruly monsters or barbarians will become docile here, because the owner of this courtyard is called Mr. Yuan.

Mr. Yuan is Mr. Yuan. Maybe he had a name before, but now, he is Mr. Yuan.

In Beiyuan, the three words "Mr. Yuan" are sometimes more effective than the devil. In a sense, Mr. Yuan is the god of Beiyuan.

A man in black robe broke the silence.

He walked into the courtyard, came to the hut, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Yuan, he is here."

The wooden door of the hut was pushed open with a creaking sound, and an old scholar walked out slowly.

When the black-robed man saw the old scholar appear, his attitude became even more respectful: "Mr. Yuan, Bai Yuan has gone deep into the North Plains."

Mr. Yuan nodded slightly.

All this was actually within his expectations.

In other words, those two powerful Demon Sect masters were his work.

"Mr. Yuan, what should we do next?"

The black-robed man asked seriously.

With his status, there are actually not many people in the world whom he can respect so much, or perhaps it can be said that the only one is Mr. Yuan in front of him.

Because he is the owner of the Soul-Chasing Building, A.

There is no embellishment in front of this owner of the building. He is the real master of the entire Soul-Chasing Building and the most powerful killer in Tongshenguan.

Even when facing the leader of the Demon Sect, he would not do so.

Only this old scholar in front of me deserves this treatment.

It was because of the appearance of this old Confucian scholar that the Demon Sect, which had been weak for thousands of years, returned to its peak.

There is a difference between knowing the mind and knowing the spirit.

The three religions are united into one, and he feels inferior to them.

With such talent, he might be able to compete with Emperor Taizu who lived thousands of years ago.

As everyone knows, in addition to talent, luck is also extremely important for breaking through the Martial Saint level. If it were placed in the general trend a thousand years ago, it is possible that Mr. Yuan would have been able to take that step.

The Demon Sect respects the strong, so the owner of the Soul-Chasing Tower respects Mr. Yuan so much.

Maybe in a single round of fighting, Mr. Yuan may not be the most invincible person in the world, but when he reaches the level of a god, evaluating a person's strength is far more than just his ability to fight.

Mr. Yuan did not answer immediately, but looked up at the sky.

His eyes were full of gloom again. Beiyuan had been like this for years and he was tired of seeing it.

He looked back.

"Don't worry about him, just treat him as an ordinary Xuanyang official."

Soul Chasing Tower Master A was a little hesitant: "Mr. Yuan, but he is not a demon?"

Mr. Yuan laughed, which was rare. His voice was old-fashioned and solemn, just like the most stubborn old teacher in the school. He said he was laughing, but it made the students shudder.

"Only those who have gone through countless tribulations are demons. If they cannot survive, then they are not demons. There is no need to hold back."

".yes."

A did not hesitate at all about Mr. Yuan's words.

The legend of the demon species has a long history in the Demon Sect, but today, ten thousand years later, there are actually very few people who believe in it. If it weren’t for Mr. Yuan, it might have been forgotten.

In a sense, it was Mr. Yuan who gave the demon species the supreme status.

So since Mr. Yuan said so, he would just do so.

He didn't need a reason, and Mr. Yuan didn't need to explain anything to him.

A turned and left, and the courtyard returned to silence again.

Mr. Yuan was the only one left among the orchids.

The smile on Mr. Yuan's face did not fade. He squinted his eyes, and a ray of light finally sneaked out from the thick clouds.

"What a sunny day."

There is a very long mountain in Beiyuan, named Cangmang Mountain.

The vast land stretches for tens of thousands of miles, almost separating the world. It is also the sacred mountain of the barbarians.

The reason why Cangmang Mountain has become a sacred mountain for the barbarians is not only because it is high enough and long enough, but more importantly, it is the unique scenery at the foot of the mountain.

The land was originally covered with white, but after reaching the vast mountains, a touch of green magically appeared.

There are only dots of green forests scattered at the foot of the vast mountain.

This is the place where the barbarians and the demons have fought for generations.

In one of the oases, you can vaguely see some simple thatched houses scattered around. This is a barbarian tribe.

Several barbarian children were playing at the entrance of the village, which was no different from any ordinary Xuanyang village.

If we must find a difference, perhaps it is that these children are too strong and normal adults may not be able to wrestle with them.

suddenly--

A chubby little boy stopped playing.

He turned and looked at the path leading to the village.

A strange man walked slowly towards him.

He asked loudly in the barbarian language: "Who are you?"

The little boy's words also alarmed several other teenagers who were playing. One of them, who was a little older and looked like an adult, looked at the newcomer warily.

"Stop now, or my father will beat you to death!"

No one questioned the boy's words.

Because the boy's father was really good at fighting, and no one in the whole village could match him.

The man walked on as if he didn't hear anything.

The boy was surprised to find that the man walked very fast and appeared in front of them in just a moment.

He was a not very strong man, wearing a fur coat, and seemed to be a barbarian.

Seeing that the person looked similar to him, the boy did not let his guard down.

Because he knew that there were monsters in the North Plains. Some of them looked similar to the barbarians, but they were actually man-eating monsters. This was what the village chief told him.

Even though he had never seen the appearance of a monster.

The boy picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground and pretended to throw it, while he gave a final warning.

"Don't come over here, leave now."

Seeing that the man still had no intention of stopping, the boy gritted his teeth and was about to throw the stone in his hand.

But at the moment when the strength in his waist and abdomen surged to his arms, a big hand grabbed his wrist.

The strength of that broad palm was so great that the boy's attack with all his strength came to an abrupt end.

The young man raised his head to the upper right in astonishment, then showed a look of surprise.

"Father!"

The barbarian children around all looked at him with admiration when they saw the man who was stronger than tigers and leopards.

The man was none other than Guta, the most powerful warrior in the village.

Guta looked at the visitor coldly: "My friend, you cannot enter our village."

The man still ignored him and walked straight to Guta.

What made all the children at the door scream was that the strange man punched the bone tart violently. Bang!
A muffled sound was heard.

The usually invincible Gu Ta was knocked to the ground by the man's punch, his face full of disbelief.

So strong!

There was no panic on the faces of all the children, but rather fervent admiration.

This may be the biggest difference between Xuanyang and Beiyuan.

If it was Xuan Yang, not to mention children of this age, even adults would have been scared and fled.

Yes, the person who came was Bai Yuan from Xuanyang.

"You're good."

He spoke to the barbarian man in front of him in the still unfamiliar barbarian language.

Learning a new language was not a difficult thing for him, not to mention that as early as when he was in Xuanyang, he had secretly learned the language of the barbarians in preparation for this trip north.

He had already mastered the grammar and pronunciation of the barbarian language; perhaps the only thing he lacked was the opportunity to speak.

Guta looked at Bai Yuan with admiration, then stood up and knelt in front of Bai Yuan.

"A great warrior."

This was the first time Bai Yuan had seen the method of making bone tarts, but he didn't find it strange.

Barbarians worship the strong; it is ingrained in their bones.

If you want to survive in this tough world, besides becoming stronger yourself, you also need the protection of the strong.

Just then, a group of people appeared at the entrance of the village.

The boy turned his head and saw an old man standing in the middle with a cane. That man was the village chief.

The village chief may not be the one with the strongest fighting power, but he must be the one with the most survival experience.

The old village chief indeed used his rich knowledge to lead the village to avoid the chaos caused by monsters time and time again. Of course, the old village chief was once very powerful.

The old village chief looked at Bai Yuan with cloudy eyes, then looked at the bone tart on the ground.

Obviously, the outsider defeated Guta.

"Warrior, please tell us your honorable name."

Bai Yuan groaned: "Aguda."

The old village chief stood in awe and said, "This is truly the name of a warrior."

He showed an expectant look: "Respected Aguda, are you willing to be the guardian of our village?"

Sacrifice guard?

Bai Yuan muttered to himself.

The priests are a unique existence among the barbarians. These people can be understood as the guardians of a village. Of course, while becoming guardians, the village must also offer sacrifices to them every year.

For the barbarian villages, the only way to survive in this dangerous world is to find a powerful priest.

The old village chief did not doubt Bai Yuan's identity.

Not all barbarians in Beiyuan are believers of the Demon Sect, and not all believers of the Demon Sect will go to the south. For most barbarians, they still live the same life as tens of thousands of years ago. Xuanyang and the Demon Sect are extremely distant things.

For them, the biggest threat is the monster at their doorstep.

Bai Yuan did not answer the old village chief's request.

"I'm going to stay here for a while."

Hearing the answer from the strange warrior in front of him, a hint of disappointment flashed in the old village chief's eyes.

The guardian of this village was killed by a big monster not long ago, and now the strongest person in the village is Guta.

Guta is very powerful, but it is still too difficult for him to protect the entire village by himself.

The old village chief forced a smile on his face, which was as bark as an ancient tree: "Dear warrior, it is our honor to have you live in our village."

Although they failed to find a new priest, at least the village was safe while this strange and powerful man lived in it.

He had no reason to refuse.

Unlike Xuan Yang, the barbarians have a completely different way of thinking. The old village chief is not worried at all that Bai Yuan will do anything bad to the village, because he would like to give the entire village to Bai Yuan as his private property.

They have no power to refuse what a strong man like Bai Yuan wants.

Bai Yuan moved into this barbarian village so easily.

The dry wood crackled in the flames.

The long-lost warmth soothed his mind. Although he was no longer afraid of the cold with his strength, the warm environment still made him more comfortable.

The thatched hut he lived in was certainly not presentable in Xuanyang.

But in this barbarian village, it is already the best room.

It is spacious and fully furnished.

He came to this barbarian village purely by chance.

Originally, he had only heard about the existence of Cangmang Mountain from Old Man Dong, so he came here specifically to take a look and meet an old friend of his master.

He didn't know the way, so he had to head north and finally entered this village by accident.

Beiyuan is really too big, even for a great master like him, Mingxin. Sometimes, after traveling thousands of miles, he not only can't see any people, he can't even see any monsters. This kind of loneliness makes people uncomfortable.

Bai Yuan plans to stay in this village for a while.

According to Old Man Dong, Cangmang Mountain is an excellent place for hunting.

The monsters and barbarians here are not all believers of the Demon Sect. Even many powerful ones are hostile to the Demon Sect, so the Demon Sect has not been able to completely control this place.

Old man Dong stayed here for a long time before escaping back to Xuanyang.

In Cangmang Mountain, killing is almost commonplace, and it will not lead to the Demon Sect hunting you down. It is simply a monster-killing holy land designed for Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan is prepared to work hard here until he completes the third level of Shenfu Gong.

Just as he was using his monster-hunting skills to search for a nearby big monster, the voice of the old village chief came from outside the house.

"My dear warrior, may I come in?"

Bai Yuan slowly opened his eyes: "Come in."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw the door being pushed open, and the old village chief whom he had just met walked in with two fairly pretty barbarian women.

"Dear warrior, these two little girls are smart and willing to stay by your side and serve you."

Bai Yuan was speechless.

Unexpectedly, this gift-giving culture is not only popular in Xuanyang, but also among the barbarians.

He waved his hand: "No, I'm used to being alone."

It's not that he is not interested in women. Although these two barbarian girls are not as charming as the women from Xuanyang and Jiangnan, they also have a unique wild beauty.

But this is Beiyuan. Compared to having fun, improving your strength as quickly as possible is the most important thing right now.

After all, the life-and-death battle contract between him and Linghu Yang had already spread throughout the Xuanyang martial arts world.

Even though Linghu Yang could almost kill him with his current strength, if he lost, Emperor Li Chengyuan would definitely not be as easy to talk to as he is now.

The reason why he became a popular figure in Li Chengyuan's eyes was certainly not because he really had the ability to please elders, but because he was useful to Li Chengyuan.

Li Chengyuan was counting on him to clean up the underworld for him, but he indulged him in everything.

When the old village chief saw Bai Yuan’s refusal, he sighed helplessly.

The priest would not agree so easily. In Beiyuan, villages often took the initiative to ask the priest for protection. It was not easy to find a powerful being like Bai Yuan.

He must hold this thigh tightly.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult to occupy an oasis in this world surrounded by monsters.

(End of this chapter)