"Uncle Hou, I'll ask you a question. The three people on the opposite side just killed a saint, why did you dare to fight against them?"

Lin Ning and the other two walked to Shanggu City. He couldn't help but ask after several pressures.

Hou Wanqian looked at Lin Ning and shook his head slightly, saying, "You are too complicated and too smart to protect yourself. I really don't know how you, the master, came up..."

Which martial arts practitioner can break through the barrier and become a master?

Tian Wuniang whispered to her husband: "Hurchar's last blow was alone at the Master, but the other two did not work. Therefore, even if the Master was not injured, he was probably exhausted. He was too old. The Three Saints were uneven and it was impossible to set up a large formation again, so the threat to his master was not too great. Since this is the case, when facing the Three Saints, there is no need to show weakness."

Lin Ning suddenly realized when he heard this, but he thought he could not blame him for not seeing this clearly.

He has not reached that level and can see the truth of the master, but he thought the old man is so powerful.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Tian Wuniang was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hide his face, so she changed the question and asked: "Xiao Ning, what are we going to Xuntumen in Shanggu City?"

Lin Ning was worried about the country and the people and said, "Although Huchar died, the army of 300,000 people entering the pass had not been withdrawn. If it was not strictly regulated, it might cause trouble to the people."

When Tian Wuniang heard this, she was so angry that she gave Lin Ning a look.

Lin Ning laughed dryly and said, "Although it's a bit nonsense, his heart is still the same. Tumen Khan is a gentle sweat. He can sit in the sweat position, but it is actually mostly Hucha's auxiliary. Now that Hucha's death is dead, how can the wolves of the grassland tribes still obey him? Hucha's behavior is too cruel. Now he dies simply, but each tribe will probably settle the accounts on Tumen Khan and Maierqi tribes. A fight is essential..."

Hou Wanqiqi said: "This time the grassland is heading south, and Shanggu County is full of corpses. They kill each other. Isn't that a good thing?"

Lin Ning nodded and said, "Of course it's a good thing, but you can't let them fight themselves. It's easy to kill a hero. At that time, it will inevitably lead a large army to go south, causing a disaster that is ten times more than that of Shanggu City. I want them to fight each other according to my will until they avenge the revenge of Shanggu City!"

Hou Wanqian looked at Lin Ning speechlessly and said, "Sure enough, the three thousand roads have their own paths. Just plotting together, you are better than me."

Lin Ning waved his hand humbly and said, "Uncle Hou has been too honored, too honored... In this matter, it is more important to be Hou's power."

“…”

Hou Wanqian: "I will not be a holy shaman after all the ugly words."

Lin Ning felt regretful when he heard this, he was not stupid...

But he said seriously: "Uncle Hou is talking about anything? How can I let Uncle Hou be a saint shaman in Lao Shizi? No need for Wu Niang, I will be my own!"

Hou Wanqian suddenly remembered that this kid had inexplicably obtained Huzar's inheritance, and maybe he could really succeed...

...

Shanggu City, in the Khan's golden tent.

Looking at Huchar, who was pale but still vivid, lying calmly on the King of Khan couch. Tumen Khan was lying beside Huchar as if he had encountered the collapse of the sky and the earth, and cried bitterly.

Huchar's son, disciples and masters of the Shaman Temple were all crying.

It is obvious that the day before, he was still angry like a tiger, and he wanted to do the great cause of his ancestors.

But who would have thought that this situation would fall into a day.

The sun on the grassland, the guardian saint of the King of the Changshengtian sent to Beicang, died like this...

For a moment, no one could accept it.

No one dares to say that Huchar was sent to the sky burial, and people still remember what happened not long ago.

There were also rumors at that time that Huchar had seen him die.

But what is the result?

All those who thought they wanted to succeed were dead.

Now... although it looks the same as it is, who knows if it is another ambush...

However, as time passed little by little, Huchar was still silent, and the minds of the tribe leaders gradually became alive.

Even though I didn't do anything, my whispering behavior began to spread.

The wolves have no heads.

Just a gentle Tumen Khan who is not like the grassland people is far from being able to control these rebellious people.

I don’t know how long it took, an old man suddenly bowed and said, “Great Khan, the Holy Shaman is seriously injured now. The people of the Central Plains are despicable and powerful. Should we first retreat to the grassland and wait until the Holy Shaman is well recovered, and then lead the men to break through the pass and go south?”

This person is the Khan of the Blat tribe and has a prestige among the grassland tribes. When Huchar was alive, everything was in line with Huchar.

No one expected that when Huchar didn't know his life and death, he would be the first to jump out.

Huchar's eldest son Tuohei'a was furious when he saw this and scolded him sternly: "Bold! The strategy for going south was agreed upon by my father and Khan. Chi Lao Wen, you are just a slut, and you dare to talk too much?"

Chi Lao Wen lowered his face and said in a low voice: "Get out of Hei, I ask you, if the three Central Plains people come again and want to kill the Khan, who will stop it?"

Tuohei'a said angrily: "We have 300,000 cavalry, how many of those three can kill?"

Chi Lao Wen pointed to the Heihei with a golden whip, then pointed to the heads of all the tents, and finally pointed to Tumen Khan and himself, saying, "Those three people, it's enough to kill us. Do you think they can't kill us?"

As soon as this statement came out, the tent exploded instantly.

When Huchar was alive, all the leaders of the grassland were his humble servants.

Although it is embarrassing to be someone else's servant as a prince, if this person is as powerful as Changshengtian, it is not impossible to be wronged and begged for the sake of the whole world.

Even if this person has the power to seize life and death over them!

But now...

The god who was pressing on their heads fell, and the freedom of life and death returned to their hands. How can you put yourself in danger again?

Therefore, the people of all the once humble and humble leaders shouted loudly at the Hei'er.

Seeing this, Tuohei A was furious and immediately ordered the masters of the Shaman Temple to take down all these people.

However, what made Tuohei A desperate was that the masters of the Shaman Temple were all silent.

At this moment, Tuohei Acai suddenly remembered that the masters of the Shaman Temple were originally from the Ten Thousand Grasslands...

Looking at the strange eyes of those people looking at them, Ah Huo felt chill all over his body.

He turned to look at his father on the bed, hoping that Huchar could suddenly open his eyes at this moment.

However……

But Tuohei'er became more and more pessimistic. Obviously, he and the leaders of the grassland tribes thought of the fall of the two saints of the grassland a thousand years ago.

Falling into the siege of the three major martial saints in the Central Plains, even the two saints in the grassland can only fall, not to mention that there is only one Huzar now?

If I hadn't figured out this, Chi Lao Wen and others might not have been so tough.

Faced with the forced cemetery of various leaders, some people even began to ask for cattle, sheep and slaves recruited by Huchar, Tumen's sweat and tears were not dry and he was helpless.

Huchar's surviving disciple, known as the "mad dog", Wu Liqi made a move, but was stared at by the four masters of the Shaman Hall at the same time.

For a moment, the Khan King's golden tent became extremely dangerous.

However, at this moment, Tumenhan suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"My teacher died, my disciples come to worship filial piety."

This voice was a female voice, which was not very loud, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears. The awe-inspiring momentum made the tent suddenly quiet.

Then everyone saw the three of them walking in the garden in front of the golden tent.

"Wu Niang, Xiao Ning?"

Tumenhan still remembers this young couple. The old friends were surprised to meet each other, but under the great pain of losing Huchar, he was only curious: "Why are you here?"

In front of everyone, Tian Wuniang pointed to Lin Ning and said, "Khan, my husband has actually obtained the inheritance of the Holy Shaman's mantle and can be regarded as a shaman disciple. He heard the bad news and came to mourn."

Tian Wuniang's words, let alone Tumen Khan, even Hucha's son and disciples could not accept it.

They also wanted to inherit Huchal's "huge" legacy, how could they allow the people of the Central Plains who suddenly emerged and share it with them?

Of course, due to the current chaos, they did not make any noise. There was a target to attract firepower, which was actually quite good...

However, most of the leaders of each department did not recognize Tian Wuniang and scolded him one by one.

Someone with a hot temper said, "The Holy Shaman was killed by three Central Plains people. We killed these three despicable Central Plains people to avenge the Holy Shaman!"

After saying that, he rushed up with a scimitar.

However, Tian Wuniang just frowned slightly, blinked her fingers, and a sword energy flew out from her fingertips. The person who came screamed and fell to the ground and howled.

This is also Wu Niang's kind-heartedness and did not directly kill.

The prince of the Blatt tribe, Chi Lao Wen, came forward and asked in a deep voice: "How do you prove that he is a personal disciple of the Holy Shaman?"

After Lin Ning received the translation from Tian Wuniang, she wanted to smile, but finally, the light of light glanced at Huchar lying on the king's couch, held back, her face twisted slightly, and suddenly she shook her fists, and a dragon appeared in her left hand, and a rainbow on her right... Oh no, it was an elephant.

Afterwards, Lin Ning transformed into a wolf and rushed back in the golden tent...

Seeing this, even Tumen Khan, who was not good at martial arts, burst into tears and exclaimed: "The Divine Art of the Longevity Dragon and Elephant" and "The Wolf's Travel"?!"

"How is that possible?"

Huchar's only male disciple, Wu Li, could hardly accept this fact and almost collapsed.

He has not yet obtained the inheritance of these two magical powers!!

As for the masters in the Shaman Hall, they were all stunned.

This is the secret of the Shaman Temple that is not passed on except for the Holy Shaman!

Moreover, the release of internal energy and external energy is clearly a master's method!!

Huchar actually has a grand disciple?!

Just as everything was silent, Huchal's son Tuohei's eyes lit up suddenly when he saw it. He walked forward a few steps to Lin Ning and ordered loudly: "You, arrest Chi Lao Wen quickly. He dares to disobey my father's orders and should kill the whole family!"

Lin Ning: “…”

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Chapter completed!