"I didn't expect that there are still people hiding here!"
A sound that seemed to come from hell suddenly rang in their ears, startling Zhao Rui and the others.
This guy appeared in front of him almost silently, and the aura emanating from him was extremely deep, making him an absolute master.
Zhao Rui didn't dare to show any slightness, and immediately rushed out and struck out with a palm.
The man opposite didn't show any hesitation and clapped his hands at the same time.
The moment the two people's palms touched, extremely strong inner energy rippled out. The surrounding trees collapsed one after another, and even the weeds and fallen leaves on the ground were blown away.
Zhao Rui was shocked. He had three hundred years of skill, and few people in the world could be his opponent.
The man in front of him sounded like he was in his thirties or forties, but the strength he showed could actually rival Zhao Rui.
Both sides have developed strong personalities, and they are constantly colliding with each other, both trying to find out the other side's true identity.
Both of them were known for their domineering and fierce kung fu. It didn't take long before all the surrounding trees were broken by the two of them, and a large area of weeds was cleared by the two of them, revealing a large open space.
Not far away, people kept approaching, each holding a hound and holding a strange-shaped stick in his hand.
The clothes they wore were a little different from the Miao people. There were a lot of things hanging on them, especially bells, hanging almost from head to toe.
As he walked, he kept making crisp sounds.
Ziyun suddenly became nervous, drew his sword and looked at these people warily.
But these guys had no intention of taking action at all, they just stood there and watched quietly.
Zhao Rui and the other party made countless moves before they stopped. The two of them looked at each other breathlessly, with strong inner energy surrounding them. It looked like there was going to be a battle of special moves.
"That's enough!"
An old voice suddenly came from not far away, and an old man who seemed to be a hundred years old slowly walked over with a cane.
"I never thought that someone in this world could be on par with the God of War of my native tribe! No matter who you are and what your background is, you are qualified to be a guest of my native tribe. If you don't mind, please come with us. Come and sit in the village."
Ziyun and the two soldiers ran over quickly and surrounded Zhao Rui.
I don’t know if these guys are friends or foes. What if they are invited to assassinate me secretly?
Zhao Rui looked indifferent and asked Ziyun and the two soldiers to put away their weapons.
"I remember that the native people seem to be one of the oldest ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang. Your ethnic group should be very large, but why didn't I see a single native person along the way?"
The old man had a look of helplessness on his face, and he didn't explain. He just coughed twice and made a gesture of invitation.
"This is a private matter of my native tribe. You are an outsider no matter what, sir. There is no need to know so much! Today happens to be the day when my native tribe worships the gods. I kindly ask you, sir, to come to the village to celebrate together."
Zhao Rui didn't say anything more and followed the native people out of the forest.
In addition to the tribes on the surface, there are also a large number of hidden tribes in the mountains of southern Xinjiang.
The native tribe is one of them.
It's just that their relationship with the surrounding ethnic groups is not very good. They have been at war with other tribes many years ago. In the end, all the surrounding tribes united to besiege them.
As a result, the population of the native tribe dropped sharply and they had to hide in the mountains.
Of course Zhao Rui knew these things, and he just wanted to test the temperament of the native people by asking them so deliberately.
It seems that their temperament is still very gentle.