I can move again, but I have to drag my legs and go back to Dazhai before dealing with it. It's great, we have hope of returning to the village safely!

Jindan! He is Jindan!

What are you doing? You'll be ready to take action long ago!

"Aung San, my brother and I are different from your natives. He is a war-oriented faction, and I am a peace-oriented faction. I have always hoped that the Chinese can live in peace with your natives and develop together. I understand the conflict between your brother and your natives, but it is just a wake-up call for a few hardliners in your tribe. In fact, for decades, many elders in the other Jinsha and Shenhe tribes have secretly reconciled with us, and your Aung San tribe should also recognize the inevitable trend of the world situation. If you are willing to promise to stop the resistance of Aung San tribe, your position will be indispensable in the Baiyun Republic we are planning. You can kill my brother's hatred and my brother's hatred and your father's hatred can be cleared!"

Murong Zhi and I were both surprised to stare at him.

Shouldn't you start first?

I secretly scolded you for becoming an idiot again.

"The so-called reconciliation is just that they two are greedy for the machinery and gold of your Chinese. Let me tell you that those people are traitors of the Baiyun people. They betrayed the mission given to our clan by the gods. When I go back, I will clean them. You Chinese people will one day be involved in the treasures in the holy mountain, and we Baiyun people are the clan who guard the holy mountain, and there is no room for compromise in the middle! Did you see my body? Are you not surprised? Why do I have the ability to compete with your strong ones? Haha, this is the initiation of the mountain guardian god. I have given my own life for decades with the wish to protect the holy mountain. You Chinese people call this ability a supernatural power. When an outsider with supernatural power approaches the holy mountain, the mountain god will give our tribesmen the supernatural powers that match those who covet the holy mountain. I am the chosen one in the clan! Never compromise!"

Aung San Baoyan seemed crazy and said clearly.

But what he said is actually not wrong. If I were the head of the Chinese, I would definitely develop the Falling Star Mountain. There is no other place on the island with metal and there is not enough spiritual energy. Only by developing the holy mountain can you obtain an ideal planting place for the medicinal fields, or you can find metal mines in the mountains, and upgrade weapons and production tools back to the level of the Central Plains.

It seems that unless the superstition of Aung Sanbe is crushed, the war will continue.

But I don't think this absurd myth that has been passed down in the indigenous world for thousands of years can be eradicated within another decade.

Aung San Baoyan actually gently stroked the stick made of his father's leg bones. "The remains of warriors who fought and died in Baiyun Township and those who invaded the Holy Mountain in all dynasties are holy objects. I must be very pleased in heaven to be able to use my father's holy bones to kill the evil people who defiled the Holy Mountain."

The pervert I always thought I was normal.

"I have to say that."

Wang Qitai sighed. He acted as a stance to face the enemy. It was the starting style of the Dragon Master's textbook-like "Don't Use" qi released from his body, and stopped at a scale comparable to the lower level of Wang Qi'an's golden elixir. It was a little higher than the remaining aura of Aung Shan Baoyan now. Aung Shan's heart was still hurt.

Can he beat Aung San Baoyan?

Before, when I used the Golden Eye Bream and Aung San Baoyan to pass by, I touched his arm slightly and cut a hole. Murong Zhi told me that the amount of poison on the dagger could kill a whale. As a golden elixir warrior, Aung San simply closed the wound and could not see anything unusual about him. It seemed that the injury had no effect on him.

I suddenly remembered Wang Qitai’s amateur, one sword and three. He had to at least fight Aung San with the leg bone stick at hand! There was still a guy in the other party’s hands!

Is this guy just good at posing?

I also found that Wang Qitai's aura was not as sharp as Wang Qinian and Aung San Bao's flame needles, but like flowing water, not condensing at all.

He is just a Confucian scholar who has reached the realm of Golden Elixir. This is the achievement of nourishing qi, reading, knowledge and action. It is not a golden elixir tempered by martial arts. He is just a Confucian scholar who happened to have some martial arts posture! He still can't fight if he cheats.

I figured it out.

"Just understand. I can only use the Dragon Subduing Palm and cannot hit it. After I swing a move later, I will take my brother's body and climb the wooden bird to escape."

I heard Wang Qitai's message of secret.

"The other indigenous warriors surrounded them."

Murong Zhi reminded her forty or fifty eyes to stare at us behind the dense forest. The air that soared into the sky just now attracted them. The net behind us was closing and surrounding us. I was worried that when we climbed the birds and flew, they would also have forty or fifty hands entangled and twenty or thirty bone spears to project.

"Is there a way?" I asked.

Now I am at the end of my strength and can't stand it.

"Look at me, I'll deal with it after Elder Wang let out that palm." She took out another bottle of medicine powder.

"Ha!"

Wang Qitai punched a punch and "Surrounded by Tiger Tail". In theory, it was the most powerful punch of the Dragon Subduing Palm.

It was a piercing palm that emitted the energy from outside.

"Bo" was met by Aung San's leg bone stick. He stepped back ten feet and stood still. His footprints plowed two seven or eight inches of marks on the ground. When the leg bone stick shook, Wang Qitai's attacking energy disappeared like smoke and the wind was light.

As my father said, the upper level of foundation building and the Golden Elixir realm of the qi are released and the ulcer is okay, but in fact, the consumption is high and the effect is poor, and it is even less effective than the sound waves of long roars and lion roars. When encountering people of the same realm, you should still fight honestly.

But this move bought us time. While Aung San was still savoring the taste and skills of the punch, I put Wang Qinian's body on the wooden bird, and Murong Zhi then jumped on the wooden bird. After a palm, Wang Qitai, who was so embarrassed, finally jumped on the wooden bird.

Twenty or thirty native warriors rushed up like leopards to stop us from driving the birds, but when they were close to five or six feet, they fell softly and fell to the ground.

The wooden birds rumbled, and the "sky" airflow on the ground rose, sending our birds to the sky.

"Aung San Baoyan, I will chop your head next time I meet!"

I used the pirate style and made a harsh word that I had no idea.

"snort!"

Aung San roared, and the airflow in our air became unstable, and the wooden bird shook violently for a few times.

I almost doubt that the wood will fall apart.

But God blessed, the bird body finally stabilized, and we flew higher and farther, and finally passed through the thick fog in the no-man's land.

Fortunately, Aung San is not a Jindan cultivator who knows magic. If he knows how to fly in the sky, he really has to explain it here today.

"What medicine did you use just now to make those dozens of warriors fall down?"

I asked Murong Zhi.

Wang Qitai also looked at Murong Zhi curiously, "I am familiar with the Confucian "Qianjin Prescription" and "Shennong Bencao Jing". I have been practicing in the Central Plains for many years, and I have never heard of such a colorless and tasteless medicine."

"It is called "Beef Su Qingfeng". Tianxiang sweating medicine is made into soup with mandala seeds and people can drink it. Beef Su Qingfeng is ground into fine sand that is invisible to the naked eye, and it is scattered in the wind to make people feel like it. I just used up most of the bottles of hate. Aung San's breath blew away the medicine wind."
Chapter completed!