"Ritual? Those two people clearly want to hang this young man to death. What kind of ceremony is this that symbolizes honor!"

Wu Chan frowned and retorted, Lin Meng helplessly shook his head and said:

"The barbarians in the north advocate war, regard victory as the supreme glory, regard death in battle as the highest honor, and regard failure due to cowardice as shame."

"Therefore, among the northern barbarians, there are no losers, only those who died in battle. Presumably, the young man challenged the two brothers according to the tradition of the northern barbarians. If he won, he would replace the two brothers and take the throne. If he lost...

...It is best to die in battle, otherwise you will be executed. The northern barbarians do not allow the shame of defeat in their lives."

"Part of the reason why Fengyulou, the leader of the world of killers and the three major demon sects in the world, is so powerful is that it imitated the cruel system among the northern barbarians and improved it. The lower ones can defeat or kill the upper ones.

If the person fails, he will not bear any consequences, so that the person in the upper position will stop slacking off and the person in the lower position will work hard."

After hearing this, Wu Chan frowned and refuted sharply:

"How is this possible! The winning and losing soldiers have different fates. Who can be undefeated in his life? Could it be that all the living northern barbarians have never been defeated in their lives and have never been captured in battle!"

Lin Meng sneered and showed a sarcastic smile.

"This is indeed the case. The northern barbarians either don't fight, or if they fight, they can only win. The northern barbarians have never been defeated or captured."

Seeing the two men put a noose around the young man's neck, hung it on a thick branch, pulled the rope head to slowly lift the young man up, Wu Chan didn't want to talk to Lin Meng, and was about to go.

He stepped forward to save the young man, but was grabbed by Lin Meng.

"I say you, monk, had a conflict with the officers and soldiers when the villagers in Xizhou were worshiping the statue of the old Dragon God. Hundreds of people were killed and injured before your eyes. You are not necessarily so compassionate. Why are you so compassionate now?"

As soon as Wu Chan broke away, Lin Meng's palm grabbed his arm, but he didn't break free, and said angrily:

"Before, my inner demon was not broken, and I was concerned about my identity as a human being. Even if I couldn't bear it, I didn't dare to take action rashly. I even wanted to test you."

"I think you were able to stand up even when faced with hundreds of officers and soldiers. I would like to ask you why you insist on not saving him now!"

After saying that, Wu Chan tried to break away from Lin Meng's hand again, but he still didn't break free. Lin Meng looked calm and shook his head:

"It's different. I stood up for the villagers at that time, firstly because of the way in my heart, and secondly because those villagers originally had something to hope for. Now this is indeed an internal matter among the northern barbarians. You can see that the young man looked like he was asking for help.

Have you ever said anything to beg for mercy?"

"Believe me, if you rashly rescue that young man, not only will you not receive the slightest gratitude from him, but you will become a hindrance in his eyes, and you will cause great trouble in this Snow Mo Valley!"

Seeing the young man hanging in mid-air with his legs curled up and his body twisting, with a painful and ferocious expression on his face and making a suffocating sound, Wu Chan couldn't hold it back any longer, and struggled harder, Zhongyu broke free of Lin Meng.

palm, shouted angrily:

"Am I acting to gain people's gratitude? You have your way, and I have mine. I just can't bear to see this young man die under such a ridiculous tradition. Don't stop me!"

After saying that, Wu Chan rushed forward to save the young man. Seeing that his mind was irreversible, Lin Meng had no choice but to sigh silently and no longer stop him.

At this moment, a rapid sound broke through the air.

"Say!"

A black shadow flashed past, and someone shot Wuchan with an arrow and cut off the rope hanging the young man. The young man fell into the snow, groaning in pain and coughing violently.

"who is it!"

The two identical men, who looked like twins, immediately turned back to look at the location where the arrow came out. Lin Meng and Wu Chan also looked back in surprise.

I didn't know when a group of people came, and there were thousands of them. Lin Meng had noticed before that he thought it was a small group of barbarians returning from outside the Xuemo Valley, so he didn't pay much attention to it. But now he saw that it was completely different.

no.

This group of men and horses are neatly equipped, and the ones riding on their crotches are the hybrid Wuzui that is the standard issue of the Wuzhou army, not the snow-covered steel helmet that is unique to the barbarians in the north.

The flag they carried was not the totem of any branch of the Northern Barbarians, but a pale mirror embroidered on the red flag, in which a flying wolf was drawn with vigorous and extraordinary lines like an ink pen outline.

It is the banner of the Snow Wolf Army, one of the three subordinate armies of the Snow Mirror Army!

Lin Meng was surprised when he recognized the flag. What surprised him even more was that he actually saw Long Heying and three others behind this group of troops!

There was an old man with a short beard who looked like a scribe wearing a snow-white fox fur and a white feather crown. He was riding a horse and holding something that looked like a mummy wrapped in brocade, right next to Long Heying!

Compared with Long Heying next to him, who was wearing an extraordinary rich black gilt fur robe, the old man's simple pale appearance was particularly eye-catching.

Lin Meng saw how extraordinary he was at the first sight of this old man. This old man was not a human being, or rather a living person, but a remnant soul that used secret techniques to condense his soul body after death and forcibly left it in the world!

Who is this old man, and why is Long Heying here?

For a moment, Lin Meng's mind was filled with questions. Before Lin Meng could think about it carefully, he heard a high-pitched roar from the sky, and a majestic white-headed goshawk swooped down from the sky and came to the young man's side.

He held the shot arrow in his mouth, brought it back in front of the leader of the group, and landed on that man's arm.

The leader of this team is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. He has a beautiful bronze complexion, a well-proportioned and strong figure, a resolute face, slightly curly hair, and a black eyepatch covering one eye. He looks heroic and fierce.

In such a wind and snow, he was only wearing a soft armor like a vest, with his two arms exposed.

The two twin men who were about to hang the young man were stunned for a moment when they saw the centaur. Then they came to their senses and ignored the young man who fell to the ground. Instead, they muttered dissatisfiedly to the one-eyed young man opposite.

, as if we had known each other for a long time.

"What! Qingcang, you have been away for a few years and seen the world. When you come back, have you even forgotten the traditions and rules of our Xuemo Valley?"

Qingcang!

Lin Meng was shocked when he heard this name, and immediately remembered the origin of this name in his mind.

The leader of the Snow Wolf Army, one of the three subordinate armies of the Snow Mirror Army in Beizhou. He was born in a northern barbarian tribe. His archery skills are divine. He was taught by the best archery master in the world. He is also the leader of the Goshawk Army, one of the three subordinate armies of the Snow Mirror Army. Hawkeye Wang Xiao!

This person is quite legendary. It is said that he was born in the northern barbarian tribe, and he is one of the Xuemo Valley. He was brought out of the Xuemo Valley by Mr. Chang Xuejing since he was a child, and he taught him. He even became a disciple of Ying Ying, the best archer in the world.

Chang Xuejing was also the matchmaker for Yan Wang Xiao, so Wang Xiao, who was Chang Xuejing's former subordinate, had to give him face.

Lin Meng had even heard some rumors that in order for this young man to successfully secure his position as the leader of an army, Mr. Chang Xuejing did not hesitate to re-temper his body's cultivation before his death, and used the secret technique of initiation to elevate him to a higher level.

The small realm broke through from the happy realm to the divine wandering realm.

Even this Snow Wolf Army is said to be a new army specially reorganized by Mr. Chang Xuejing for this young man, and the core bodyguards among them are all northern barbarians without exception.
Chapter completed!