After entering this huge tent, Luo Hai saw at a glance that the entire tent was full of people. He was shocked because he didn't hear any movement outside the tent door. At this moment, he suddenly came in and followed
The desolate scene outside was really different. Luo Hai originally thought that the tribe mentioned by the silver-haired old man only had a hundred or ten people at most, but he didn't expect so many people to appear all of a sudden.
When Luo Hai saw clearly what these people had done, he was stunned again
Because there are not only many people here, but also all of them are cultivating. At a glance, there are thousands of people sitting cross-legged. This is the first time Luo Hai has seen such a scene.
Thousands of people, well-proportioned, filled the entire tent space. These cross-legged cultivators all had serious expressions. Some people near the account obviously noticed the arrival of Luo Hai and the two, but they were still practicing.
Everyone just moved their expressions slightly, and then continued to sink into penance.
"This is?" Luo Hai was puzzled and asked involuntarily.
The silver-haired old man glanced at Luo Hai. Although he knew that the other party was resentful towards him, he still said: "These are the strong men of our clan. The buildings you see outside are all the same as here."
Luo Hai smacked his lips. This can also be called a building. It was clearly a big tent with some weird decorations hanging on it! But Luo Hai was too lazy to waste words with him on it.
When the silver-haired old man saw that Luo Hai was silent, he immediately thought that he was shocked by the facts he said, and then a trace of pride appeared on his wrinkled face: "There are more than 5,000 strong men in our clan, but this area has cultivators."
The most numerous tribes”
"I'm not interested in knowing how powerful your tribe is. Let's talk about the purpose of bringing me here!" Luo Hai withdrew his eyes and said in a condensed voice.
The silver-haired old man immediately became angry. This young man's moody personality was extremely elusive. No matter how you looked at it, he didn't look like a half-grown boy.
"The reason why I brought you into our clan's territory is because of a rumor. I'm waiting for you to meet the great elder later. It's not too late to ask again!" The silver-haired old man didn't realize that. Unknowingly, he was already a little afraid of contact with Luo Haiduo.
, because with each more contact, he could find that Luo Hai put more and more pressure on him. Although his level of Qi was unknown to be several times higher than Luo Hai, the pressure one person put on another was absolutely overwhelming.
You can't just look at the level of Qi, but there is a huge difference in the level of Qi. The silver-haired old man is confident that Luo Hai will never do anything to him.
Seeing that the old man didn't want to say more, Luo Hai continued to follow him through rows and rows of cross-legged cultivators.
When the two of them reached the center of the tent, Luo Hai discovered that there was a large open space in this area. Upon closer inspection, there was a dark passage in the middle of the tent.
The silver-haired old man walked straight to the passage and walked down step by step. Luo Hai followed and found that the passage was a stone staircase that spiraled straight down. There were glowing unknown objects inlaid at intervals around the passage. The further down, the
The passage becomes wider and wider
So, Luo Hai immediately understood that their tribe should live underground, and those who practiced on the ground should be to guard against attacks from other tribes. Luo Hai was secretly surprised at how huge such an arrangement would be.
project?
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the walls could no longer be seen around the rotating stone steps. The underground space was incredibly large. Luo Hai was no longer too lazy to be surprised all the way down.
Finally, when he reached the end of the stone staircase, the silver-haired old man paused, then turned around and continued walking.
Arriving at the real location of the tribe, Luo Hai made a brief observation through unknown light sources and found that the space here was larger than the five tents on the ground combined. There were tents all over the place that could only accommodate at most. There is a small tent for three or five people. Due to the blocked view, Luo Hai cannot see other strange things. Although it is big here, in his opinion, it is nothing more.
"Great Elder, Qian Kong has brought someone. I hope the Great Elder will meet him immediately!" The silver-haired old man stopped in front of a small tent and said in a deep voice.
"Oh? Gan Kong, who is he? As far as I know, you have never brought a foreigner here. Come!" Soon, a slow and vigorous voice came from the tent.
"Follow me in. I remind you, don't think that just because I can't hurt you, you can do whatever you want." The silver-haired old man gathered his voice and whispered.
Luo Hai spread his hands and suddenly smiled.
The silver-haired old man's expression trembled. This boy was still so unpredictable. However, the great elder had already replied, and then he ignored Luo Hai and opened the door to enter.
Luo Hai entered this place, which was many times smaller than the tent outside, and saw a rickety figure at a glance. Through the dim light, Luo Hai saw the other person's face. Perhaps because of his years of underground life, this person's face was pale. With his white hair and beard, it's hard to tell what he looks like at first glance
Is he the great elder of this tribe? Luo Hai looked at the emaciated old man in front of him and felt suspicious.
"Is this the person you want me to see?" the old man opened his mouth and asked.
As he got closer, Luo Hai discovered that the old man's voice had a strange magic power. It was slow and powerful, like an ancient bell floating from the depths of his soul.
"Great Elder, you don't need to say much, you can tell at a glance!" The silver-haired old man Qiankong took a step back, aligned himself with Luo Hai, turned to Luo Hai, and without saying a word, he slapped him in the chest.
"Qian Kong, don't neglect your guests!" The elder's speech speed suddenly increased. Obviously, he was a little confused about Qian Kong's behavior.
After hearing this, Luo Hai felt Qian Kong's palm pause and smiled slightly. Luo Hai said: "Thank you, Great Elder, for being considerate of me! However, it doesn't hurt to let this old guy give it a try!"
"Boy, what else can you do besides showing off your words!" Qian Kong shouted angrily. Obviously, he couldn't bear Luo Hai any longer. The wind of his palm rose again, and he stamped this venting blow on Luo Hai's chest in one fell swoop. He knew that his attack had no effect on Luo Hai, but this would at least make him feel much better.
"What!" The great elder's tone was full of disbelief.
Because, at the moment when Qian Kong's palm fell on Luo Hai's chest, he clearly felt a strange fluctuation in the air around Luo Hai, and the power and true energy of Qian Kong's blow disappeared inexplicably!
"The rumors are true!" The great elder reacted very quickly, and his pale face turned rosy.
"Great Elder, forgive me for speaking frankly, what are the rumors about your tribe?" Luo Hai looked solemn and said respectfully. Just because the Great Elder had just spoken to Zhi Qiankong, Luo Hai had a very good sense for him.
Seeing Luo Hai's appearance, Qian Kong's face turned cold, because Luo Hai's attitude towards him and towards the great elder were completely different.
"It's like this. My little friend must have come down from above and seen how the strong men of our tribe are practicing. Although our tribe has a lot of strong men now, to be honest, in recent years, our tribe has been slowly growing stronger. The reason for all this decline is because of my tribe’s treasure, the ancient magic weapon: Slaying Demons and Weeping Blood.”
"Slay the demon and weep blood!" Luo Hai's heart moved. This name was extremely familiar to him. It was just a weapon in the game. But here, it turned out to be a member of this tribe who didn't know whether it was real or an illusion. The treasure of the clan
"Demon Demon Slayer and Weeping Blood has always been regarded as a god by our tribe. Only the most powerful cultivators in the tribe can hold it for a short time. About two hundred years ago, the top master of our tribe led him to fight against foreign tribes. He didn't want to never come back again. The Demon-Slaying Crying Blood disappeared at that time and never appeared again. At that time, the great elder of the clan did not hesitate to spend his life to forcefully summon the Demon-Slaying Crying Blood, which was connected to his clan's bloodline, and obtained a fruit that was considered fruitless at the time. The result is a message, and this message is the rumor that has been circulated in this group to this day: If it is not our race, it is not a foreign race, the power of Shura, the three-star gathering of demons, then weeping blood will come!"
After hearing this, Luo Hai immediately understood why Qiankong suddenly brought him here after finding out that he would not be killed by him. His arrival was clearly in response to the first two sentences of this rumor.
Not from my tribe, Luo Hai is naturally not from this tribe.
Not an alien race. Luo Hai guessed that the alien race they were referring to should be other tribes living nearby. Luo Hai confirmed after Gan Kong that it was indeed not the alien race.
However, the power of Shura and the three-star magic gathering in the back are not what they refer to.
"I wonder where my little friend Gao's name comes from?" The elder pondered for a moment and said.
"The boy's surname is Luo Dan, which means Hai. He comes from the Tang Dynasty government in Chang'an City!" Luo Hai said. As for whether the other party has heard of it or not, he can't care so much.
"Chang'an City Tang government?" A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the great elder
Luo Hai secretly said that this was indeed the case. Even if everything he encountered on the seventh floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda was real, it had nothing to do with the outside world. Thinking of this, Luo Hai suddenly had a question. The strong man of this tribe used The true qi is very similar to that of the outside world, so what school does their true qi belong to? Does it belong to the twelve sects, or is it another sect?
"It doesn't matter where the kid comes from. What matters is, how can I help you?" Luo Hai said, regarding the previous questions, he will find out later when he finds an opportunity for them to use their skills. What he should do now is to do it as soon as possible. After finishing what he should do, Luo Hai guessed that the reward from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda was not far away from him and the way to get the reward was definitely related to this tribe.
In fact, what Luo Hai was thinking was that after hearing what Qian Kong said, there was a tribe called Nanla nearby. Once he got the rewards here, he might be able to go to that Nanla tribe to try his luck.
"Slaying demons and weeping blood is very important to our Daguang tribe. Of course, we hope that little friend Luo can help us find it, but apart from that rumor, we have no other clues at all. I wonder if you have any good ideas, little friend?" After learning about Luo, Hai Jing was the person mentioned in the first two sentences of the rumor. The great elder seemed to be suddenly filled with infinite vitality, and his whole body became more energetic.
"There are no clues, and I don't even know what the power of Shura and the three-star gathering of demons are. It's really a problem!" Luo Hai suddenly felt a little depressed, but suddenly an idea came to him: "Great Elder, you said that killing demons and crying blood is It was lost during the battle. Do you know where the battle was? Didn't you look for clues?"
"At that time, our clan was at war with the Nanla tribe. Later, we sent our clan's experts many times to search for clues, but unfortunately we found nothing!" The great elder sighed.
"In this case, I'll go there!" Luo Hai said suddenly. If he wanted to come, there was no clue anyway, so he might as well go to other tribes in advance.
The great elder's face was filled with joy. It would be best if Luo Hai, a person who fits the first two sentences of the rumor, is willing to go and investigate.
"But" Luo Hai paused and said with a smile: "Just in case, I hope the great elder can send elder Qiankong to protect the boy!"
Qian Kong's face changed after hearing this, and he suddenly became furious. What a good boy, he actually proposed such conditions for protection? He himself couldn't hurt Luo Hai, so he concluded that the people of the Nanla tribe were in the same situation. Where could Luo Hai need anyone? Protection, this request, is clearly intended to kill him.
So cruel, bastard!
Qiankong looked at Luo Hai who was looking at him calmly and sincerely, wishing he could slap him to death.