Both monks are in the late stage of the Dragon Gate.

The speaker is an old man with a pretty face and nothing surprising.

The monk who he called Guhe Brother was a young man. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was handsome, but his face was very depressed and he looked cold and depressed.

He was carrying a high-grade magic weapon on his back, and seemed to be a sword cultivator.

"So what if I go back? Can we monks, can we just interfere in the fight between mortals at will?"

The middle-aged man looked a little disappointed and asked twice in a row.

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, if you intervene, the monks on the Shanman tribe will definitely take action. But in my opinion, the Shanman tribe has a lot of ambition this time. In this battle, I am afraid that in the end, the bloody monks from your ancient sword division will be caused, and the battle to evolve into a monk is inevitable!"

"Do you mean I'm no longer bloody?"

The middle-aged man stopped and glared at the other person.

...

The old man also stopped and looked at the other person with a smile.

The middle-aged man seemed a little afraid of the other party. After glaring for a moment, he did not turn against him and snorted coldly.

"Our Southern Holy Land, the sword path has withered, and our ancient sword division is even more powerful. There are not even many mortal sword cultivators who can take action. How can I resist the Shanman tribe? Even if I go back, I will be just a bigger cannon fodder."

The middle-aged man said.

“That’s right—”

The old man said leisurely: "But Brother Guhe, you are on the path of fearless Taoism. If you encounter difficult things and powerful opponents, you will first think of hiding far away. In your life, you may not be able to rely on your own strength to realize the fearless Taoism."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his body was shocked and he stood there.

The old man patted his shoulder again and continued to walk forward without caring about him anymore.

...

On the other side, Fang Junmei had stopped at this moment, and looked at the two of them with interest, with a look of thought flashing in her eyes.

Of course, he is not a nosy person. Such killings between tribes may be cruel and bloody, but from the standpoint of both sides, there is probably no absolute distinction between good and evil.

Therefore, he had no reason, because the Shanman tribe was stronger and the methods might be more cruel, so he helped the Gu Jian tribe.

However, the four words "Sword Dao withered" caused a lot of trouble in his heart.

In the previous conversation with Bao Ling who was exiled to the ancient realm, Fang Junmei had already confirmed that the light of faith he had obtained was the light of faith in the Sword and Taoism.

In order to gain infinite possibilities in the future, the passionate Danxin Sword given by the Lord of the Yellow Spring Realm must be re-lighted. The growth of the light of faith in the sword path must be made early.

How to plan?

Of course, it is to spread your own sword seal method more widely, so that more monks can learn the sword seal method.

And now, isn't it just an opportunity?

What he wants to do is not just make money and practice.

...

Fang Junmei was thinking.

The middle-aged man was also thinking, his eyes were filled with clouds and sunshine.

After a while, the person's eyes finally settled down, and a complex look of determination, heroism, and helplessness appeared. He did not go to the teleportation hall again, but turned around and headed out of the city.

Fang Junmei glanced at him and did not chase him.

In this city, I casually inquired about the matter between the ancient sword division and the mountain barbarian division.

...

After a while, Fang Junmei also left the city and flew eastward.

On the jungle land thousands of miles east, there are two ancient tribes, one called the ancient sword tribe and the other called the Shanman tribe.

Both tribes have tens of millions of people, distributed on both sides of a canyon called the Wind Canyon.

Originally, the well water did not interfere with the river, but this strong wind canyon brought competition and war to the two tribes!

In this storm canyon, gold, silver, copper and iron ore are particularly rich. It is not only the source of materials for coin minting, but also the source of materials for building weapons and equipment.

Two tribes start from two directions.

As more and more marginal ore was excavated, it gradually went to the center, and eventually a war broke out.

This battle was originally evenly matched, and the cultivators behind both sides did not participate.

But from when, the mortals on the Shanman tribe suddenly became much more brave, and they all became one of ten people to kill, and they were defeated step by step and were driven outside the entrance of the Qianfeng Canyon.

This is the case roughly.

The cultivation forces behind these two tribes are the Ancient Sword Temple and the Mountain Barbarian Temple. They are not big forces. The strongest cultivator seems to be in the late stage of the mortal transformation.

It was simply a big gift to Fang Junmei.

After inquiring about the news, Fang Junmei still set off without any confusion?

...

The next morning, Fang Junmei rushed to the Stormy Wind Canyon.

Being in the sky, looking down, the strong wind canyon was like half a gourd, with a large middle and narrow ends, spreading more than a hundred miles.

The wind is blowing, and the sound is loud.

There is nothing special, it is all caused by the terrain of the canyon.

On the north side is the territory of the ancient sword branch. In the jungle outside the canyon, there are tent-like things stationed, with strong mortals gathering and spreading for more than ten miles.

However, the momentum seemed to be very low, and it was extremely quiet. Most mortals were sad and angry, and there was a look of panic on their faces. Many people were even injured, and most of the weapons in their hands were swords.

On the south side, there was naturally the Shan Barbarians. The army had already stationed in the center of the canyon, and there were loud singing, noise, and tyranny coming from the camp.

Apart from that, there are no fights yet.

However, the canyon was almost stained with blood. There were fires burning in the canyon, and the corpses were burning.

The two sides have completely different scenes.

Although there was no cultivator, Fang Junmei could feel that there were several powerful auras in the vast mountains behind the two forces that could not stay.

Fang Junmei swept her eyebrows for a while and landed in a mountain more than ten miles away.

...

"kill!"

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon and the sound of killing sounds rose again.

The members of the Shanman tribe, like crazy bison, rode a tiger-like beast, and killed out of the canyon, and violent expressions appeared in their eyes.

After only a few glances, Fang Junmei could tell that the clan members of the Shanman tribe suddenly became so brave, but I was afraid that the monks behind them had used some means on them, which was a bit shameless.

However, unless the monks on the Ancient Sword Division catch any tangible evidence, if they take action, they will definitely provoke a war between monks.

Swish-

Thousands of arrows are shooting.

The warriors of the ancient swords department, like a fan, surrounded the entrance of the canyon. As soon as they saw the opponent killing, the bow and arrow shot out immediately.

Strong and firm—

The sound of metal and iron attacks erupted, and the arrow rain was blocked by the huge shield on the Shanman tribe. The equipment on this side seemed to be more refined.

Even the tigers and leopards under them were covered with bright iron armor.

roar--

The roaring sound rose from the sky, and the torrential torrent surged out.

The people from the ancient sword tribe began to retreat, and the people from the Shanman tribe naturally became more and more crazy.

...

Boom-

But soon, the sound of collapse and piercing rose up again.

On this side of the ancient sword division, it turned out that the trap had been buried underground. For a moment, many Shanman tribes and their mounts fell into the trap and were pierced into hedgehogs.

Blood splattered, figures filled into the pit, and died tragically on the spot.

But those Shanman tribes, as if they were the most fierce and fearless of death, did not know the pain, rushed out of the valley entrance, stepping on the bodies of their tribesmen, one after another.

It takes a total time to shoot an arrow.

No matter how many traps there are, they will fill up.

But the Shanman tribes who rushed out seemed to be like a tide, endless.

On the ancient sword team, traps, formations, and soldiers are all kinds of means, not just those who know how to act recklessly.

On the side of the Shanman tribe, one force descended to ten times. With the inexplicable means used by the power of cultivation behind them, they stimulated infinite power and kept burning the war forward.
To be continued...