They didn't need to do anything. When they saw Xie Duanyang and his party, they saw a group of people running out of the city from a distance.
Horse hooves formed in formation, and the earth trembled slightly.
A few miles away, we'll be there in a blink of an eye.
However, they were quite clever and did not press forward directly. They stopped at a distance of about thirty feet.
Then a horse came walking slowly. He was a young man in his early twenties wearing a mink hat. The horse was one foot long and eight feet tall. It was all black and beautiful, but its four hooves were as white as snow.
It's just that this obviously impressive BMW doesn't dare to move forward even ten feet away. Its legs are trembling and it's about to kneel down.
Seeing Xie Duanyang and Yang Mingwen, the young man's expression suddenly changed. He quickly rolled his saddle and dismounted, bowed and saluted solemnly.
"Battle, the little man, has met all the immortal masters."
When he said this, he lowered his head and looked at the ground, not daring to raise it at all.
Yang Mingwen treated Xie Duanyang in a friendly manner along the way, but although this young man obviously had a good status, he was not worthy of his attention at all.
I saw him raising his hand and throwing out a small iron sign, snorting.
"Dark clouds in your department, are the two fellow Taoists from Agula here?
Go quickly and tell them that we will stay here for a while."
"It turns out it's all your lords.
Ancestor Agula and Immortal Master Wuyun were both in the tribe and met with several Immortal Masters from other tribes.
The villain will go and report back now..."
Seeing the iron sign, Battle took a long breath and straightened up, but still did not dare to raise his head. He first signaled to his men to bring the mount and give it to everyone.
Then he chose another horse, spurred it on, and galloped towards the city gate, followed by the monks leisurely.
The old man surnamed Luo is a Jiedan, so he naturally looks down on these ordinary horses.
Neither ride the Golden Centipede nor the Octagonal Flying Pavilion.
I saw him carefree and carefree, taking one step forward, covering a distance of six to seven feet.
The speed is even faster than that of a fast horse.
Yang Mingwen continued to ride his own Fengnei horse. As for Xie Duanyang, although he was also a black tiger, he was definitely better than these horses.
But he still rode up curiously, put his palm on his forehead, and used the magic power to explore the bones and veins in his body.
He is also extremely curious about the methods of Pegasus and Pegasus that can cross-breed monsters and mortal horses.
Battle has a special status. Although he has no cultivation qualifications, his grandfather is a foundation-building magician, and his status in the Pegasus tribe is not inferior to that of the patriarch's son.
The horse he rides on is naturally one of the best.
In terms of talent alone, although this snow-stepping black tiger is not as good as the black tiger, it is still one of a million.
It's just that I lack some spiritual opportunities to stimulate the blood in my body and embark on the path of spiritual practice.
But now...
After quickly searching the horse's body for a week, Xie Duanyang pondered for a moment and took advantage of the situation to enter the six Sanskrit words engraved in the glazed light lamp.
Use your own magic power to move around the horse's body.
The magical power of Buddhism is very different from that of Taoism.
As soon as he got this lamp, Xie Duanyang was vaguely aware of its magical effect and knew that it had the power to purify the breath.
After getting the fragmentary information, I have a deeper understanding.
Although I have not yet formally practiced Buddhist techniques, I can barely exert some power.
Not only that, he even dug out a bottle of animal-feeding elixir he had obtained from his storage bag at some point, took out one and threw it into the horse's mouth.
Tuxuewuzui’s spiritual wisdom is already extremely high, and he was baptized with Sanskrit and the elixir.
Changes immediately occurred in the body, the ignorance in the two eyes disappeared, and a piece of spirituality was born, but there was still a long way to go before the real transformation.
Elder Luo instinctively turned around and realized that what Xie Duanyang had planned was not hidden from others.
He just doesn't quite understand why he does this.
Even if Tuxue Wuzui embarks on the path of spiritual practice as he wishes, he will still be far behind Black Tiger.
But these are just trivial matters. After a casual glance, Elder Luo stopped paying attention and turned his head to look at the direction of Pegasus City.
Battle went very quickly.
It was just tea time when the city gates were opened wide, and countless cavalrymen with bright armors poured out, forming two straight lines on both sides to greet them. It was a grand scene.
Several magicians in strange clothes live at the top of the city.
Unlike Tiannan monks who mostly control magical weapons, they either ride monsters or simply rely on magical weapons to stand in the air.
He looks a little shabby, but he is full of intelligence and has a sinister look on his face. He is more aggressive and aggressive than the monks on Xie Duanyang's side, and he should not be underestimated.
"I've long heard that the Pegasus tribe has a way to make a fortune, and that Tong Tiannan has a way to make a lot of money. I didn't expect that I was lucky enough to see it today."
A big man with green eyes grinned, revealing his white teeth, and looked at the two mages from the Pegasus Department with deep meaning.
When they received the report from Battelle, the two originally planned to hide it from them and secretly arranged for the bee to sting the person, not wanting the two parties to meet each other.
It's a pity that Master Zhong is also an alert and alert person, so even though it didn't work, he still had to drag other people over to meet the distinguished guest.
Relying on the deal with the Bee Stinger, the Pegasus tribe has prospered in recent years, and has faintly outnumbered several surrounding tribes.
Although they also benefited from it, in exchange for more spiritual stones and elixirs, they were not very grateful to the Pegasus Department.
There is no shortage of thoughts of fear and caution.
What's more...
The big man looked at each other and the magicians from several groups around him, and looked at Xie Duanyang and others with unfriendly eyes.
The Mulan people have a feud with the Yan people, especially the small and medium-sized tribes living on the border of the grasslands. Every time a war starts, relatives and friends of the tribe are inevitably mobilized to fight.
Because it has never been able to completely defeat the Nine-Nation Alliance and occupy its territory.
Therefore, when the monks are fighting, the Mulan people will also organize young people to take the opportunity to plunder the spiritual minerals, medicinal herbs and other resources in the occupied areas.
Many of these people had relatives and friends who died in the Tiannan war, and unlike the Pegasus Division, which earns as much money, their attitudes will not be much better.
Seeing them now, I couldn't help but have the idea of changing my job to a robber cultivator.
With so many monks here to trade, they must have a lot of things with them.
If we intercept and divide his inheritance, there will be no shortage of cultivation resources for at least ten years.
Once this idea arises, it is difficult to get rid of it.
They are just calculating gains and losses.
Among the seven peripheral divisions, although the Pegasus Division is gaining momentum, it is still not worthy of being number one.
The youngest of the four foundation-building level mages was summoned to serve in the tribal alliance for rotation and receive training.
The one with the highest cultivation level and seniority was out doing something, and only Muren and Alagu were left.
There are nine other foundation-building magicians who arrived today, which is comparable to the number here at Bee Sting.
But if it can be delayed for a while, it will not be difficult to summon a group of people, and then the situation will be won.
It's just that in this way, the benefits obtained have to be reaped. In addition, both sides cannot really work together, so they need to think carefully.
The two magicians left behind by the Pegasus Division, the ones with wrinkled and weathered faces, are none other than Alagu, the ancestor of Battle.
Those who are younger and in their prime are called Bayern.
They have been dealing with these neighbors for a long time, and just by looking at their tone of voice, they can roughly guess what their intentions are.
The reason is very simple, but they are about the same.
But now, the two of them couldn't care less about their anger, but looked at the old man named Luo in the middle with great fear and awe.
When he walked out of the wasteland, the old man collected his mana and his two auras to the foundation level.
But the Pegasus Department has been doing business with Bee Sting for many years, so there is no reason why they don’t recognize him. They can recognize him at a glance.
Not daring to stand on the wall anymore, and having no time to argue with the other people, Alagu and Bayern hurriedly jumped down, walked respectfully to the old man surnamed Luo, and bowed down.
"It turns out that it was Senior Luo who was in front of you. This junior has no eyesight and didn't recognize you."
Nodding slightly at them, the old man named Luo opened his aura and rushed straight towards the magicians on Pegasus City.
Like falling into an ice cave.
Feeling the overwhelming vitality, the expressions on the faces of those sorcerers were completely frozen, their minds were frozen, and they no longer knew what to do.
The alchemy guru is actually the alchemy guru!
They just wanted to make extra money and suppress the rise of the Pegasus tribe, but they never thought that there was such a ferocious beast hidden inside.
The old man surnamed Luo walked slowly, but the few of them seemed to see the shadow of a towering mountain casting down, with nowhere to escape.
"Run!"
The big man with green eyes just now almost used all his strength to squeeze out a word from between his teeth.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately started to move.
The wizard's magic is indeed strange, and it is very different from the popular Five Elements Taoism in Tiannan.
I saw him grabbing his robe and leaving his upper body bare, with a tattoo of a goshawk on his back, extending straight from his right shoulder blade to his left demon.
I don’t know what technique was used. Although it can’t be said to be exquisite, the expression is clear and impressive.
The mana surged, and the goshawk tattoo on the green-bearded man suddenly came to life, and with a slight shake, it detached from his back.
As for the big man, he disappeared from sight.
Xie Duanyang observed everything with great interest. He could see clearly with his spiritual consciousness. The pattern of the tattoo was very similar to that of the talisman, but there was also a strange power. The big man with blue eyes had clearly transformed into the eagle.
"This spiritual art has a lot in common with the Taoism of Qianhuan Sect. There are talents in the grasslands, but I don't know how effective it will be."
Recalling the secret technique of "painting skin" that he had used once, Xie Duanyang was thoughtful.
At this time, the goshawk had already started to move. With a flutter of its wings, it flew hundreds of feet through the air. The speed was so fast that it was not inferior to the natural birds and beasts.
This was also the reason why he took the risk even though he knew that the Danjie monk was in front of him.
As long as the other magicians can hold off for a few breaths, he can escape.
The Foundation Establishment monks were not slow to react, and when the goshawk flew out, they made movements at the same time.
Even if they didn't dare to do this before, they hoped to use other methods to save their lives. But after the big man with green eyes took the lead, there was not much way out.
The escape speed of two of them is comparable to that of a goshawk, but there is nothing surprising or impressive about their methods.
"Wither tricks."
To the group of magicians who were fleeing in all directions, the old man surnamed Luo just snorted four words.
It’s still the same octagonal flying pavilion, but this ancient treasure turns around and releases circles of fluorescent light.
Several mages seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, their speed slowed down, and they could only escape more than ten feet away with all their strength.
Without looking at those people, the old man surnamed Luo opened his mouth slightly, and a ray of white light flew out, which was his real magic weapon.
The latter came first and landed on the goshawk transformed by the big man with a green beard.
With just one blow, the goshawk was neatly chopped into two pieces.
The brilliance flashed, and the goshawk's body transformed into a big man again.
It was only then that the spiritual light dissipated, and the magic weapon appeared in form. It was a three-inch long flying knife.
The flying knife was slowly retracted, and the old man surnamed Luo deliberately slowed it down, passing over the heads of the remaining eight magicians.
On the way back, I took advantage of the situation and killed another magician who also escaped from the Feiting ancient treasure.
The remaining monks were terrified, even though the old man surnamed Luo had withdrawn the magic power injected into the ancient treasure of the Octagonal Pavilion and restored their freedom.
But no one dared to run away.
The atmosphere became silent for a moment.
"Senior Luo, how should we deal with these people?"
Finally, it was He Ren from the Pegasus Department who, relying on the deal he had with Bee Sting, had the courage to ask questions.
From his perspective, it is indeed very difficult to handle.
They have all seen the scene where they colluded with the Tiannan monks to kill the big man with blue eyes.
It is definitely not possible to let the tiger return to the mountain, let alone be the master of an alchemy guru.
But it is not feasible to kill them all here.
Mulan and the Tutu tribe are very effective in controlling the practitioners below, even though they belong to a small border tribe that does not receive much attention.
But after all, there are future magicians in other tribes, and the news will come back sooner or later.
Unless the old man surnamed Luo goes to the end and kills them before they catch the wind.
And this will only bring more problems.
When the time comes, outsiders like the old man named Luo will leave, but they will have to face trouble.
Thinking deeply, He Ren and Alagu could not help but sweat dripping from their foreheads.
"Some little things are worth it."
The old man surnamed Luo is a mature man, and he can tell what they are worried about just at a glance.
I saw him patting the storage bag, and there was already an extra red vial in his hand, and he poured out seven black pills.
The Bee Sting Organization is not a serious sect and has encountered a lot of troubles. It has always adhered to the principle of using whatever is useful.
He still has a lot of gadgets on hand.
"This is the Yin Spirit Gu of the Ghost Spirit Sect. After taking it, there is usually no problem, but it will attack every three years, and it must be suppressed with a unique elixir.
Of course, this matter is not unsolvable..."
The old man looked down at the several magicians indifferently, and clearly explained its efficacy and explanation, but objected to its horror without explaining it.
Of course, Yin Spirit Gu is not easy to deal with.
"As long as there are fire element Nascent Soul monks who practice pure yang skills, they are like great masters in your words, and they can refine the yin spirit in the gu in every life by spending two or three years of mana."
After hearing the solution, the hearts of the seven magicians who had been somewhat relieved fell again.
The difference between Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul is quite far.
If they could find such monks, how could the tribe be driven to where they are today.
Xie Duanyang smiled and said nothing.
With the "All Spirits Manual" in hand, the Ghost Spirit Sect can't hide it from him.
Old man Luo actually exaggerated. There is no need for Yuanying old monsters, nor does it require pure Yang skills. Fire monks in the late stage of pill formation are enough to eliminate them.
Or you can also be a monk from the Ghost Spirit Sect who forms pills.
Of course, for these people, there is actually no difference, and they are all impossible to do anyway.