Chapter 3 Out

Tan Taro, Shuotuo, the confrontation between the two clans, and the anger was getting bigger and bigger. At this time, an old man came out of the Shuoto crowd. The old man's dark hair was mixed with a few white silk, his body was rickety, and his eyes were surprisingly bright. He walked out slowly and looked ordinary, but the people of Shuo retreated one after another and gave way.

"Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you!" The cow came up and bowed and said. Hua Zhang looked at it and frowned slightly. The tribe respected the leader. Even if relatives, friends and elders saw it, they treated each other with courtesy at most. Now the local cattle are the head of the family, but they are so respectful and good to the old man in front of him, and a restless mood permeates Hua Zhang's heart.

"Young man, who are you, Huameng?" The old man stood up and stared at Hua Zhang and asked.

"It's the great-grandfather!" Hua Zhang replied that the identity of the old man in front of him was unknown, and he did not dare to act.

Is that right? It's been so many years in a blink of an eye!" The old man's eyes were lax and seemed to fall into remembrance.

"Do you know my great-grandfather?" Hua Zhang was slightly moved when he saw the situation and asked.

"Do you know?" The old man sneered and said, "It's not just that I know that the Tartars were so powerful that they were so powerful that they entered the position of monks and drove our Shuo family into the wasteland. My father and two brothers died in the hands of your Tartars, simply... It wasn't long before Hua Meng died.

Hua Zhang's face changed when he heard the words. There was indeed a monk in the Tan Tart tribe, who was his great-grandfather, but later died in a Jedi.

"It's a pity that the beast is dead. I can't kill the enemy, but fortunately, the children he left behind, today I will use your Tartan blood to pay tribute to my dead soul." The old man's tone was flat, as if he were saying something that could not be more normal.

"No taboo, humiliation and ancestors, death!" At this time, a violent shout came, and a big man rushed out of the Tartan crowd. He rushed to the old man with a huge axe in his hand. This was the brother of Hua Zhang's milk compatriot, named Hua Hu, who was one of the best in the tribe. At the age of 13, he could fight with the fierce tiger with his bare hands.

"Hmm!" Seeing this, the local cow just snorted coldly and didn't make any movement. Huahu waved the huge axe, and the wind came like a blade. Seeing that the huge axe was about to fall and split the old man in half, the old man moved. His left hand slightly and pointed out, Huahu rushed forward and suddenly paused, and his blood immediately scattered, and a mouthful of red sprayed. The huge axe fell to the ground. Everyone had not yet After reacting, he only heard a scream of "ah". Huahu seemed to be torn by a huge force. His whole body was constantly twisted and pulled. He only heard a sneer, blood was sprinkled, and the meat splashed. Huahu's whole body was torn into pieces, and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was shocking.

"Huahu!" A trace of pain flashed in Hua Zhang's eyes and shouted. He turned his eyes to the old man, gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "You are a monk!"

"Wolf son, it's too late to know!" The old man snorted coldly, and everyone on the Tartar side was shocked. Unexpectedly, the old man in front of him turned out to be a monk, and the killing was fierce and decisive, which was completely different from the relaxed talk just now.

"Hahaha, today is a good day for our Shuotuo tribe to become famous. Huazhang, I will cut off your hands and feet later, and let you see with your own eyes how our Shuotuo men trample on your land, kill your compatriots and sleep with your women!" The native cow laughed loudly, and the people of Shuo also laughed together, and the momentum was extremely arrogant. On the other hand, the Tartar side is like a frosted eggplant at this time, and everyone looks ugly. On the other side, it is useless to let ten times more people on their side. This is the gap between mortals and monks.

"Well, things that don't grow, cut grass and don't eradicate, and the spring breeze blows again. As long as you have strength, women don't want much land." The old man snorted coldly and glanced at the cattle. Tu Niu came forward and said, "Uncle's lesson is that I don't know what Uncle means..."

The old man looked at Hua Zhang, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes. He said coldly, "Kill all of them, no one is left." Hua Zhang's eyelids jumped and killed them all. In the war between tribes, the women and children on the failed side could survive as slaves. Although it was not written, it was the tacit rule of each tribe, and the old man in front of him obviously did not want to leave a living.

"What about women and children?" The ox hesitated for a moment and asked. The old man's eyes swept sharply, and the local cow suddenly withdrew and said, "I understand!"

"You... How can you break the rules of Cao Mo? In those years, my great-grandfather just drove your Shuo tribe out of the ancestral land and did not kill them all. Hua Zhang roared that he knew that the disaster of extermination today was inescapable. At this time, he just wanted to leave a trace of blood inheritance for the ethnic group.

"Hmm, so I know more about what it means to release the tiger back to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles. In those days, Huameng was stupid and didn't kill us. Now he has laid a disaster for his descendants. Today, if I don't kill you, it's hard to guarantee that no one will be like me!" The old man sneered.

"Shuo Tuo's bastards, Grandpa, even if I die, I will drag you!" Lu Xu roared and rushed out of the camp, but before he took a few steps, he only heard a sound, blood splashing in front of Huazhang. Lu Xu's whole body burst, like a broken melon and fruit.

"Lu Xu!" Hua Zhang clenched his fist and his heart was full of self-reproach. The development of the situation was unexpected. The great disaster of extermination was in front of him, but he could do nothing, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he could not do anything for mermaid meat.

"I'm not willing!" Huazhang's eyes turned red. He was resentful and unwilling. The life of the family was about to be interrupted by his hands. He seemed to see that the clan was slaughtered, the women were humiliated, and the ruthless flames devoured their homes. There was only a pair of dead bones left under the broken wall.

"Stepping flat Taran, stepping flat Taran!"

Shuotto's cry shocked the world, and they looked at the Tartars jokingly as winners, and their eyes were full of crazy desire and murder. The Tantar side clenched their fists, their eyes were full of unwillingness and humiliation, and some even left tears. They were not afraid of death, but they died without any value, like pigs, waiting for the arrival of death.

"We fought with them!" The two big men rushed out, as if they were making a final struggle, but the result was just like just now. The two people burst apart and turned into two balls of meat mud.

"I'm not strong! Go to hell!" The old man shook his head, and a trace of something flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand slightly and slowly gathered fluorescence at his fingertips, like a little light source. The light source sublimated to the extreme, shot out, and instantly magnified a hundred times, like a meteor, shooting at the Tart people.

"Are you going to die?" Hua Zhang's heart was relieved, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes.

"Bum..." At this time, the mutiny suddenly appeared in front of everyone. He raised his hand and stroked. The streamer was like hitting a mountain in front of him, and the earth shook, stirring up dust all over the sky. But the stream light dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"Lu... Lu Yu!" It was Lu Yu who came. Hua Zhang looked at him, as if he didn't believe his eyes. He was ready to die, but even if he was unwilling, he was powerless to fight. Who would have thought that someone would rescue him in the end, and the man was unexpectedly rescued by him in the grass.

"You... You are a monk!" Huazhang was a little surprised. He thought that Lu Yu was just a mortal, separated from the people and scattered in the grass. Who would have thought that the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him was actually a real monk. Lu Yu did not look back. He looked at the old man in front of him and shook his head. He felt that the old man in front of him was more than 80 years old, but he only had a mysterious cultivation. His potential had already been exhausted, and there was no threat for him at all.

"What are you?" The old man asked harshly, and his eyes were full of murderousness and cold light.

"I'm just a Sanxiu, just visiting the Tartan tribe!" Lu Yu said indifferently.

"scatter repair?" The old man was slightly surprised to know that in this world, scattered cultivation is very rare, which is equivalent to nothing.

"Since you are a guest, I advise you not to mind your own business!" The old man snorted coldly. The man in front of him seemed to be very old, but he raised his hand and broke his offensive. At present, although he had killed, he did not act rashly.

"Oh? What if I have to mind my own business?" Lu Yu smiled softly.

"Well, a Sanxiu also looks so arrogant. To tell you the truth, I am a subordinate of the Beidi God Sect. If you know each other, leave as soon as possible, otherwise, the disaster is not far away!" The old man looked cold and said.

"People in the divine religion?" Lu Yu frowned slightly. This was the first divine religion he met when he came to this world. He was quite curious about this so-called divine religion, but the strength of the person in front of him was difficult to attract his attention.

Hua Zhang saw this situation and thought that Lu Yu was scattered and heard that the name of the divine religion was afraid. At this moment, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, but it did not show that the divine religion is the central master of the world. Lu Yu is just scattered cultivation. Compared with the divine religion, it is really weak and difficult. Even if he leaves at this time, it is reasonable. Among them.

"Ha ha, it's good to know that you are afraid, young man. I think it's not easy for you to practice. It's better to leave early. Don't mislead your future!" The old man said, and then winked at the local cow. The local cow understood and shouted behind him, "Kill!"

In an instant, the roar came, and Shuo raised his knife and rushed to kill him. Lu Yu's face was cold, and his fingertips slowly moved, and a force permeated the wind. Everyone only felt that it was coming and retreated one after another. A force spread, like a sword piercing down, and a gap appeared not far in front of him.

"What about the people of the divine religion, but they dare to be presumptuous!" Lu Yu said softly, but there was thunder in everyone's ears. Everyone stood still and looked at him full of surprise.

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