It was snowing heavily and my vision was confused.

The earth is covered with a layer of white.

In the wind and snow, someone comes on the snow.

"Just ahead, less than three hundred miles?"

Qingyuan looked up and saw, "The snow is about to stop."

With his teachings, it is not difficult to change the weather. It is just a change in the weather, so it is difficult to change it at will.

Even if it is changed, it will only take a moment. He cannot maintain his magic power at all times and change his time for a long time.

You can act occasionally, but it is often the case, which is against the will of heaven and is harmful and useless.

...

"The snow has stopped."

A slightly tired voice, a middle-aged man, sighed and said, "Let's go and find our lost horse back. I don't know if it has died in the wind and snow... If it dies, kill and eat meat."

"Brother... why are you so stubborn? Yuan Meng sent things to the beginning of winter." This was a slightly rough voice, and he said in a muffled voice: "Now that the tribe has returned to Yuan Meng, every winter has been good. In fact, there is nothing bad under Yuan Meng... Over the years, the population of the tribe has grown a lot, fewer people die of illness, fewer people starve to death, fewer people freeze to death, and more people learn more about literacy. Even the skills of making bows, irons, hunting, etc. have learned a lot of more useful methods. In fact, they do regard us as the people of Yuan Meng. It may not be bad if we continue like this, let alone..."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man suddenly said angrily: "Don't forget that our tribe has never been affiliated with any party. Now being surrendered by Yuan Meng is a huge humiliation. What's more, when Yuan Meng broke the tribe, how many of our tribesmen had killed? After the tribe was destroyed, they plundered, murdered people, set fires, and robbed food. What's the matter less? Even your sister was also pulled into the village by a Yuan Meng soldier, took off all her clothes, and killed them at will?"

The man before suddenly fell silent and said, "That's Ao Yue's people... Later, under the strict order of General Guo, Ao Yue's people were killed many times, so these things were gone. Now our lives are better than before."

"Damn it!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "You can forget the shame, but I can't! The tribe seems to be good now, but Yuan Meng takes the grassland tribe as the foundation. They are Yuan Meng's superiors. We are just inferior untouchables... Now, the gods have fallen and we have been enslaved... Guo Zhongkan, if he hadn't led his army to break the tribe, why would there be something next? He should have died..."

The man with the rough voice just now suddenly fell silent.

...

The wind and snow stop.

The earth is still covered with a layer of white.

Suddenly a person came forward.

The people who came were brightly dressed, which looked like Northwest clothing, and looked like people from a certain tribe.

"Middle Earth people?"

Looking at the young man in front of him, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

"Um?"

Qingyuan stopped there and was a little surprised. He had already used his magic power to cover the water and fire dust-proof clothing and changed the outer clothing into a common style in the northwest tribe. Unexpectedly, the other party could see that it was a Middle-Earthian?

In fact, people in the north have thick bodies and rough skin. If you really need to look closely, you can notice some clues.

But if the middle-aged man is more than ten feet apart, he can see the difference between them, and he has extraordinary eyesight.

After a closer look, this middle-aged man should be a person with strong qi and blood. Among those who practice martial arts in the Middle Earth, he can be considered a master of internal strength. He is only one step away from the great master of martial arts.

But for those who practice martial arts, this step is really a world of difference.

"What are the people of Middle-earth doing here?"

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled out his knife.

Behind him, there were several people, who set their bows and arrows, facing Kiyohara.

Qingyuan's eyes were slightly condensed, as if he noticed that the people in front of him seemed to have a deep hostility towards the Middle Earth people... Logically speaking, this place is also in the northwest, and it has never bounded with Middle Earth. Some of the tribes here have never heard of the name Middle Earth.

But the middle-aged man in the head could see the original story at a glance, and had such a deep hostility, which was a little strange.

"I……"

As soon as Qing Yuan said, an arrow suddenly came towards the door.

Cold wind, sharp blade.

I saw Qingyuan slightly raise his hand and pinch the arrow to his fingertips.

The tentacles are cold, like ice cubes. When ordinary people hold them in their hands, they can almost freeze their hands.

Seeing that the young man was casually placing an arrow on his fingertips, the faces of the people opposite him changed.

Qingyuan looked indifferent, and looked at the people opposite him, watching them holding cold knives, cold bows, and pulling the slender, cold and sharp bowstrings.

In this kind of ice and snow, it is also a skill to be able to hold the cold swords and arrows as cold as ice in your hands and not move at all.

"Well." Qingyuan breathed out and threw the arrow to the ground. "I had something to ask, but now it seems that it is not the time. You have some skills, so I can use it... and I will ask slowly after that."

"kill!"

The middle-aged man suddenly slashed over with a knife, and his strength could cut stones and his potential could break the monument.

Following this knife were several sharp arrows that drew white air.

"Although the method of practicing martial arts in the north is different from that of Middle-earth martial arts, it is generally similar."

Qingyuan slowly poked out his hand and thought to himself: "One of the internal strength is great, the other one is a small success, and the rest are all people who transport qi and blood, which is not bad."

...

Northern martial arts are somewhat different from Middle Earth, but they all use various methods, such as standing stances, moves, and medicinal soups to discover one's own strength and thicken the qi and blood. When fighting, you use various tricks, either exquisite, light, heavy, or ferocious moves to fight.

As for Xin Baiku, although he also took the path of martial arts moves, his powerful body was a way to observe the practice of gods and demons in heaven and earth.

In fact, this method of imitating gods and demons to temper the body is similar in Middle Earth. For example, inscribed runes or array patterns on the body, and through various materials or techniques, the body spirit can be improved, so as to reach the point where one can compete with the cultivator. However, the disadvantages are also quite large, so it is called the side sect and left path.

The middle-aged man in front of him is not a practitioner like Xin Baiku. He is only considered a martial artist with great internal strength. But in Qingyuan's eyes, even a master of martial arts can only be destroyed by a blink of an eye, let alone him?

With this thought, Kiyohara stretched out his hand and the long sword broke out.

And those arrows had already fallen before they could approach them.

As for the people who took action, they all stopped in such a scene.
Chapter completed!