For Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu, the distance of twenty miles was only the distance that normal people would walk one hundred and eighty steps.

The two flew in the air and arrived outside the human village a moment later.

This village is really big, it can even be called a village.

There is a simple stone wall on the outside, with thousands of thatched houses scattered inside. The only stone building is the ironworks in the center of the village, surrounded by seven giant chimneys that are twenty feet high.

Chu Xisheng looked far away and found that there were thousands of strong human beings working nearby.

They were disheveled, naked from the waist down, and their skin was scarred by whips.

In the square in front of the iron smelting workshop, there were three Mara giants about eight feet high sitting.

These three people seemed to be the overseers in the village. They were holding long whips and looking outside with alert expressions.

The battle just now was not far from the village, and it was impossible for these three sixth-level giants to be unaware of it.

Chu Xisheng also noticed that there were a large number of fields growing wheat and millet around the village.

However, there are still a lot of weeds in these fields and there are no ditches, which is obviously different from the intensive farming of the Chinese people.

Ye Zhiqiu looked into the distance with a complicated expression: "The human slaves controlled by the giant spirits mainly make iron, magic weapons, and various tools, furniture, etc. for the blood descendants of the giant gods. It is said that our ancestors were in the Yuan Dynasty.

Before the emperor led them to escape from Buzhou Mountain and settled in China, they were just like them. Not only did they have to refine and build various artifacts for the giant spirits, but they also had to farm and cultivate the land to support themselves, which was extremely miserable."

Chu Xisheng knew that the so-called ‘Emperor Yuan’ was the head of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of their human race, and it was said that he was the reincarnation of ‘Huang Xi’, the founder of the human race in the past.

It was precisely because Emperor Yuan led hundreds of thousands of people to flee to the south of the Tiebi Mountains during the civil strife among the giant spirits in Buzhou Mountain that the Chinese people of today came into being.

After thousands of years of reproduction, they rose up under the leadership of the "Xuanhuang First Emperor" who had three thousand wives, and occupied thirty-six states. Relying on the Iron Wall Mountains, they fought against the giant spirits in the north.

Ye Zhiqiu seemed to want to observe more carefully. She moved forward in the air, only to see more than two hundred arrows shot from behind the stone wall, splashing like raindrops.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but make a 'bang' sound, and swept the heavy sword across, easily deflecting the rain of arrows.

These were shot by a group of human archers hiding behind the stone wall. Some of them were as powerful as seventh-level human martial arts cultivators. They fired fifty-stone strong bows and shot armor-piercing heavy arrows.

In Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, this rain of arrows was not worth mentioning.

However, she was particularly unhappy: "These people should be slaves raised by the giant spirits. They are submissive and servile in front of the giant spirits, but they are very fierce when they meet their own people."

Tens of thousands of years ago, the giant spirit tribe in Buzhou Mountain began to collect a large number of martial arts skills from the Chinese people and gave them to slaves for practice.

It is said that the highest level can only be cultivated to the seventh level. If you exceed this level, you will be killed by the giant spirit.

Chu Xisheng glanced at the nervous slave soldiers behind the city wall with a calm expression, and then looked at the three-headed demon giant in front of the iron smelting workshop.

He then shook his head and flew in another direction: "Let's go, we are not very welcome here."

The giant spirits and slave soldiers were not the only ones who were fearful and wary of them. When the ordinary villagers inside looked at them, they also looked at them with worry and fear.

Ye Zhiqiu, however, squinted his eyes and continued to stare at the iron smelting workshop, with cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

She then snorted and caught up with Chu Xisheng.

However, when following Chu Xisheng to fly south, Ye Zhiqiu was not in a good mood.

Chu Xisheng quickly noticed, and he turned around calmly to persuade: "Instructor, it is not difficult to kill the three giant spirits, and it is also easy to deal with those slave soldiers. The problem is after the fact, and the trouble is later. You and I are unable to solve it.

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"Of course I know."

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but sigh.

They enjoy grudges and grudges freely, but they will leave a mess behind.

This will inevitably involve the villagers in the village and bring disaster to the village.

Those giant spirits did not treat the human slaves as human beings at all, and they must have moved to the village in anger after the death of their own people.

The people in this village are already standing on the edge of the cliff and their lives are very difficult. There is no need to push behind them.

These people of the same race became slaves of the giant spirits not of their own free will, but because they had no other choice.

Ye Zhiqiu was particularly unhappy because he was helpless.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists: "Damn Emperor Jianyuan! If King Bawu is still alive, we might be able to fight all the way to the foot of Mount Buzhou."

She was born in the Anbei Army of Youzhou. She once followed the Overlord Qin Muge to conquer the Night Wolf King's Court, swept across the three Bingji Jue states, and expanded the territory for more than 30,000 miles.

Two years ago, he was seriously injured in Bingzhou and had to withdraw from the Anbei Army. However, Ye Zhiqiu still missed the days when he fought in the Northland, fought hard and conquered thousands of miles like a tiger.

At this time, the cause of King Bawu's death was still a mystery, but Ye Zhiqiu determined that the matter was related to the current emperor, Emperor Jianyuan.

Ye Zhiqiu is very confident in his own talent and believes that sooner or later he will inherit the Heaven-Slaying Saint's legacy and stand at the top of the martial arts.

But she knew that there were some things in the world that she couldn't solve even if she stood at the top of martial arts.

——Just like these fellow tribesmen in Buzhou Mountain.

Chu Xisheng's lips twitched slightly. Buzhou Mountain is 1.72 million miles away from the northernmost Juezhou.

There is also a huge "endless ice field" separated between them, and there is also a "red Gobi" with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.

How easy is it for the human army in China to reach here?

However, there are many human martial arts cultivators who have traveled millions of miles to Mount Buzhou in order to find the secret medicine.

Chu Xisheng's mind was focused on this place, but his expression suddenly moved slightly, and he looked forward with some surprise.

He thought it was a coincidence, he was just talking about Wei Wu, and Wei Wu arrived.

Chu Xisheng looked ahead from afar, and saw three human martial arts cultivators flying from the opposite direction.

These are three martial arts practitioners in their forties, all dressed in black and with different appearances.

Chu Xisheng can see from afar with the insight of ‘the supreme master’.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I found that these people are all around the fourth level, and the magic weapons they wear are extremely powerful.

The three people opposite also saw Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

After twenty breaths, both parties tacitly lowered their escape speed and met at the top of a dense forest.

"I didn't expect to meet someone of the same race here."

This is the middle one among the three. He is dressed in Confucian clothes and is dressed as a scribe. His expression is warm and sincere: "I would like to say Dongpeng, the bandit's nickname is 'Wind from All Directions'. These two are my brothers,

One is 'Wandering Wind Sword' Yan Yi, and the other is 'Black Dapeng' Ni Jun."

He then asked the two of them curiously: "Could it be that these two friends came to Buzhou Mountain to look for medicine? May I ask what your name is?"

There was doubt in Yan Dongpeng's eyes.

Neither of these two people have reached the highest level of cultivation, and they don't look like they are going to be promoted.

One seems to have just made a breakthrough, while the other is still far away from being promoted to the fifth level.

What's more, the secret medicine of the fifth grade does not need to travel millions of miles to Mount Buzhou.

Near the 'Endless Ice Field' and 'Red Gobi', there are many main ingredients for various fifth-grade secret medicines, even in the three extreme ice states.

Ye Zhiqiu and Chu Xisheng looked at each other, and then clasped their fists towards them: "Ye Zhiqiu, this is my junior brother Chu Mingjing. Both of us are disciples of the Wuxiang Divine Sect. This time we are here under the order of the sect.

Mr. Zhou is on an errand."

Ye Zhiqiu has been in the military and the world for a long time. He knows that people's hearts are sinister, so he only picks up some things that need to be said.

The fact that the two of them are disciples of the Wuxiang Shen Sect cannot be concealed.

She, Ye Zhiqiu, has no name, and no one knows her name.

Chu Xisheng was honored as the King of Wuji Sword, the sage of Yajuan, famous in thirty-six states, and coveted by all forces.

Although Buzhou Mountain is 1.73 million miles north, these secret medicine hunters may not know his name.

So Ye Zhiqiu changed his name to Chu, but his first name was changed to his former name of "Mingjing Daojun".

"Turns out he is a disciple of the Wuxiang Divine Sect, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

'The wind comes from all directions' Yan Dongpeng cupped his hands, and the smile on his face became more sincere: "I wonder if you two need help in any way? To be honest, we specialize in making pottery materials and medicinal materials near Buzhou Mountain.

, and occasionally help friends from China as guides to find those fourth-grade secret medicines."

Yan Yi, the other 'Wandering Wind Sword', clicked his tongue and sighed: "You two are really brave, with fifth and sixth level cultivations, you dare to go deep into Buzhou Mountain. This place is very dangerous, and those giant spirits call us savages.

If you see them, kill them. Even we have to be careful."

Ye Zhiqiu's expression was clear. She had just guessed that these three people were common secret medicine hunters in Middle-earth.

They hunted various exotic beasts, various medicinal materials, and even giant spirits in the North.

But the most profitable business is secret medicine.

Although the job of a secret medicine hunter is dangerous, you can make a lot of money every day.

It would not be difficult for a fourth-level martial artist with decent combat power to earn 20 million per year here.

They often only need to accumulate money for a few years before they can return to China and become extremely wealthy. Of course, that is provided they do not die in China.

You may even get a chance in the north and enter the third level.

However, few of these secret medicine hunters dare to enter Mount Buzhou.
To be continued...