I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The Queshan people laughed, "You think you can snatch things from us? You're courting death!"

The anger between the two sides is about to break out!

"Go! Tie them up! They dared to enter the forbidden area. We must let them know how powerful our tribe is!"

More than a dozen tribesmen immediately divided into two teams.

One team rushed forward with spears raised, while the other team drew their bows and arrows, with the tips of their arrows dipped in the flame powder of the phoenix bird. It was obvious that they wanted to end the battle quickly!

Zhao Hu spat in frustration and said, "Just wait and see how I deal with you!"

He rushed out first.

Mingchuan narrowed his eyes, held the Liuyun soft sword, and deliberately restrained 30% of his spiritual power, using only 70% of his strength.

He had to pretend to fight hard, but he couldn't really win, and he also had to make sure Zhao Hu couldn't see any flaws...

He dodged the oncoming spear by leaning sideways, and swept his soft sword across, but deliberately slowed down by a beat, only scratching the corner of the opponent's animal skin without hurting the flesh.

"Watch out for arrows!"

Mingchuan shouted while pulling Zhao Hu to avoid the incoming flame powder arrows.

The arrow fell to the ground and instantly ignited a small blue fire, even burning the ground black.

Zhao Hu was so shocked by this scene that he felt dizzy. "Junior Brother Ziang, what's wrong with you? Why do I feel like you're not as strong as before?"

Mingchuan pursed his lips and pretended to be embarrassed: "Maybe the energy consumed on the snowy plains before was too great, so now I am a little exhausted."

Zhao Hu nodded after hearing this and said, "Okay, you used more strength before, now let me do it!"

After he finished speaking, he once again forced himself up.

Fire spiritual power blasted out one after another.

Mingchuan looked at Zhao Hu, an honest man who was deceived. To be honest, he felt a little bit sorry for him, but he had no other choice but to use this method at the moment.

However, every time Zhao Hu's fire spiritual power touched the flame powder, he would be shocked back by the force of the explosion!

"This flame powder is too weird!" Zhao Hu gasped, his arms numb from the shock. "Junior brother, let's attack together. Don't give them a chance!"

Mingchuan nodded, pretending to gather his spiritual power, and a faint silver light appeared on the soft sword, and he stabbed towards the leading man!

Seeing this, the leading Queshan man immediately came forward with spears raised.

The tip of the spear was still wrapped in light blue flame powder, and it carried a scorching breath when it was swung.

The two men's weapons collided, making a crisp "clang" sound——!

The power transmitted by this wave was indeed quite strong. Mingchuan deliberately took two steps back and pretended that his arm was numb from the opponent's force.

Zhao Hu exclaimed, "Junior Brother Ziang, are you okay?"

Mingchuan shook his head: "I'm fine."

The man narrowed his eyes. He had already tested Mingchuan's "strength" with that previous attack.

This person seems to be organized, but in fact he lacks strength. It is obvious that he has consumed too much energy before!

A fierce look appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly shouted. The flame powder on the spear instantly ignited into blue flames and stabbed towards Mingchuan's chest!

"With this little strength, you dare to come to our forbidden area? Prepare to die!"

The stab was extremely fast, accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing the air, and the surrounding fog was distorted by the flames.

Zhao Hu was horrified watching from the side and shouted, "Brother, be careful!"

Mingchuan pretended to be in a hurry and unfolded his fire armor, and the red-gold flames formed a protective shield around him.

But he deliberately only activated 50% of his spiritual power, and the fire armor looked much weaker.

"boom--!"

The spear with blue flames slammed hard on the fire armor, and the explosive force of the flame powder exploded instantly!

The red-gold fire armor cracked like glass, and fragments splattered all over the ground!

"puff!"

Mingchuan deliberately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, and the Liuyun soft sword also slipped out of his hand and rolled to the side.

He was holding his chest, his face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and he looked seriously injured.

"Junior Brother Zi'ang!" Zhao Hu's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to rush over to help, but he was entangled by two people from the Queshan tribe. A spear was placed on his waist and he could not move.

"Let me go! You bastards!"

Zhao Hu struggled desperately, but he had just consumed too much spiritual power and could not break free from the hemp rope.

The leading man walked up to Mingchuan, pointed a spear at his throat and sneered.

"I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you're just a bunch of idiots! You dare to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​Queshan? I'll kill you here today!"

Mingchuan raised his head pretending to be weak, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"You...you..."

He portrayed his look of helplessness and rage perfectly, which made the Queshan people very excited.

"You useless defeated general, stop talking! All your treasures will belong to us today!"

This group of people all gathered around, some picked up Mingchuan's Liuyun soft sword, and some searched his storage bag.

Mingchuan deliberately exposed the bag containing the cold marrow crystal, but it was quickly searched and taken away by them.

"Chief, we found eight strange crystals and a good sword!" A tribesman shouted excitedly, holding up the cold marrow crystal and the soft sword.

The leading man's eyes lit up. He took the cold marrow crystal and looked at it. Feeling the spiritual energy inside, his face became even more proud.

"Good stuff! These two guys really have treasures! Tie them up tightly and bring them back to the tribe and hand them over to the tribe leader. Maybe we can find out the whereabouts of more treasures!"

Two tribesmen immediately stepped forward and tied Mingchuan and Zhao Hu tightly with thicker hemp ropes, even tying their hands and feet together.

Zhao Hu looked at Mingchuan who was seriously injured, his eyes reddened: "It's all my fault! If I had been stronger just now, I wouldn't have let you get hurt!"

Mingchuan coughed twice and said weakly, "It's not your fault... They are too cunning, and the power of the flame powder is too strong... Let's not be impulsive for now, wait for an opportunity and find a way to escape..."

The Queshan people escorted the two men deeper into the valley, and the road under their feet gradually changed from muddy to bluestone slabs.

The wooden houses around were becoming more and more densely packed, and occasionally one could see women and children wearing animal skins peeking out, their eyes full of curiosity and vigilance.

Mingchuan quietly wrote down the route as he walked.

The wooden house is built around a huge ancient tree, on which are hung many totems woven with feathers. The core area of ​​the tribe should be near the ancient tree.

After a while, they were pushed into a cold stone cell.

The prison door locked with a clang, and the laughter of the Queshan people could be heard from outside: "Stay here and wait for the chief to wake up, and we will send you to see the mountain god!"

Zhao Hu slumped on the ground, looking at the sky gradually darkening outside the prison, his voice filled with frustration.

"It's over, we're really going to fail here this time... We've lost the Cold Marrow Crystal, we haven't caught the Spirit Phoenix Bird, and we're going to lose our lives here..."

Mingchuan leaned against the stone wall, pretending to use his spiritual power to repair his injuries, but in fact he was secretly observing the stone prison.

The prison door was made of ordinary bluestone and there was no formation set up. As long as the timing was right, it would not be difficult to blow it open.

He patted Zhao Hu's shoulder and deliberately lowered his voice: "Don't panic, I just spent too much energy in the snowfield."

"It's quite good that they brought me and us back here, because the spiritual energy here is very abundant. I am now using the spiritual energy here to recover."

"Once my spiritual power is fully restored, we can blow open the prison door and escape. Then we can take back the Cold Marrow Crystal and the sword."