Further north of Longyaozhou's hinterland, the desert became a grassland. It was really God's pity. The wind and snow on the four hundred miles of desert did not rage on this grassland, but only a layer of frost and snow fell, making the withered grass even more wilted.

The small river with thin ice was struggling to travel through mountains and rivers. As soon as we arrived at the grassland where there was no need to freeze, a sound of thunder came immediately. A gust of wind and sand rose from the grassland, the earth trembled, and in the rolling smoke and dust, thousands of bisons were running. Even the ten thousand personal cavalry marching under Tuoba Bodhisattva could not do this.

These bisons are the demon kings in the world on the grassland. When they moved south during the winter and migrated south, they not only competed for grass and water sources with herdsmen, but they were particularly domineering and had a strong sense of territory. No matter who you are, as long as someone approached the herds of cattle, they would start to collide with one disagreement. The army would not be stupid. It was consumed to suppress a group of wild beasts. As for the tribes on the northern grassland of Longyaozhou, they were determined. However, in the grassland of Longyaozhou, more than a dozen tribes of all sizes combined, it would be great to make up two thousand people who could fight on horseback. How could they fight with thousands of wild bisons that were still alive?

The herd of bison is a huge whole, and the inside will be divided into small groups. It stops on both sides of the river. The herd of bison gathers in groups, shaking its tails while resting while drinking water.

A young man wearing a wolf hat and a fox fur suddenly rushed into a herd of cattle with a knife. Although the boy was not old and had a burly figure and a third-grade master who cultivated foreign kung fu, one arm was thicker than a woman's thigh, and he held a single knife in both hands. There seemed to be a light flashing under the blade. After one knife, the huge head of a bison was cut off.

The dozen or so bisons that were tied into small piles did not expect that anyone would dare to offend him. They were stunned at first, and then they thought that a few heads were trampling on the ground and hitting the boy. However, the sword flashed a few times, and the head was removed.

The young man's snow-white fox fur and hair were immediately covered with cow blood, and he didn't bother him to say it was dirty. He wiped the blood from his face with his hand and put it next to his mouth to taste it, and then rushed towards the cattle again.

The total number of wild buffaloes was too large. They stopped along the river and stretched for seven or eight miles. As the boy killed more and more cattle, the entire cattle herd finally alarmed. The cattle herd began to surround him, and surrounded the boy like a few moving city walls.

This is even more serious than the situation of being deeply trapped in thousands of troops. The young man laughed wildly, stepped on dozens of cow corpses, pulled out a sword with his empty hand, danced with his sword and continued to kill.

The strength of manpower is the characteristic of this world. It is that the land gods are first-class. They are surrounded by this herd of wild bison that runs without any margins and will only die out when they are exhausted. The young man's body is easy to train and his body is easy to mortals, and his energy is only perfect for the second-grade master, which is much worse than the land gods. After being surrounded by the cattle, he will kill dozens of cows, and the paleness on his face will be obvious.

With a roar, a man and a python rushed towards the boy outside the cattle herd. One was stronger than the boy. In the cold winter, he was naked and holding a spear. He didn't know what he was practicing. When the spear touched the buffalo, the body of the buffalo would be split. There was also the python, whose body was probably bigger than two or three buffaloes, and his colorful heads were all covered with flesh crowns. When he was walking, the colorful poisonous smoke drifted away, and the buffalo would die.

Soon, thousands of herds of bison were torn apart, and the young man confidently stepped on the corpse of the colorful python and left.

When he arrived in the canyon, a middle-aged man in Jinyi who was waiting here with a sinister look respectfully bowed to the young man, threw a bloody human thigh in his hand towards the colorful python. The colorful python swallowed it in one bite and disappeared into the mountains with his body.

"The young master went north and killed 300 people and 400 wild bisons. His strength was almost perfect. The Vajra Realm was just around the corner." Jinyi middle-aged man said with a bow.

The colorful python, which can raise such a qi, is naturally not a good horn in the middle age of Jinyi. The devil in Beimang is ranked seventh and is higher than Xie Ling killed by Ye Qi. He respects the wolf-hat boy in all respects. The boy's identity is even more unusual. He is the youngest son of the military god Tuoba Bodhisattva, named Tuoba Chunjun. As for the strong man with naked arms with a gun, he is called Duanboer Huihui, the Vajra martial man. In his early years, he had a good relationship with Liyang Gun Immortal King Xiu, and was taught several unique skills of pistol immortals. He once had the record of killing fingers.

The boy with wolf hat took off his hat from his head, exposed his shaved head, tied into small braids, and said, "Then I'll lend you a good word."

The strong man Duanboul Huihui seemed to remember something and said, "Young master, the devil Xie Ling is dead. Someone checked his injury and was killed by someone with a sword."

The boy was a little surprised, but he was not shocked. He had really been in the Tuoba family since he was a child. He had seen his father, the best in the Beimang world, fight with a master countless times. Although Xie Ling's strength is far more than the tenth devil, it is just that.

"Oh? When did our Beimang produce such a sword master?"

Middle-aged Jinxiulang said: "Li Chungang was the best in the world back then. He said that we had no swords in Beimang, but it was not crazy. Compared with Li Yang, Beimang's swordsmanship is indeed worse than that. Some people speculate that the one who took action was Ye Jianxian, who was famous in Li Yang, as he was at the peak of his life."

Tuoba Chunjun glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "Ye Jianxian, who is behind my father, wants to meet him."

The two entourages were silent. The young master was the most qualified person in the Tuoba family to inherit the martial arts of the head of the family. He was diligent enough in practicing martial arts, but he was a little arrogant. The Ye Jianxian from Liyang came to Beimang, obviously the person who came here was not good. Let’s talk about it in this world, except for Wang Xianzhi, who dared to speak better than the other party?

The young man looked at the recklessness and saw how the two entourages thought at a glance. He stretched out his hands and patted them on the shoulders, saying, "No matter how powerful Ye Jianxian is, he can't be better than his father, nor can he have harmed the tens of thousands of string-controlling soldiers under his father, right? In Beimang, except for the wild buffalo herd, I am really not worried about his safety."

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Waiting for Ye Qi and Baiyi Guanyin to walk out of the desert, the wind and snow stopped. The two of them walked on a hill, one side was frozen thousands of miles away, and the other side was withered grassland. It became clear and distinctive because of a mountain, which was really strange.

Guanyin in white was riding a horse and watching the sides of the hills. She saw the snow scene and the grasslands with lush winters, and she felt refreshed and happy.

It turns out that horses still like to eat grass. A piece of frost-wrenching grass was eaten by white horses. Ignoring his head, it would make the master sitting on the seat feel uncomfortable until he was pinched a few times before he stopped ignoring anything with the grass on the hills.

There are more than twenty round-bottomed camp tents far outside the hill, and cattle and sheep are wrapped in herds. More than a dozen herders are drying meat jerky outside the tent to prepare food for winter. There are also several herder girls gathered together, sitting by a clear lake under the hill, humming a distant and continuous tune, and a picture of a winter residence on the grassland.

The white-clothed Guanyin's eyes were gradually attracted by it, and a very moving smile appeared on her face. Ye Qi, who was usually serious, was inexplicably happy when she looked there.

"If you have the chance, you must live such a life with the donor on the grassland." Guanyin in white suddenly looked at Ye Qi and said.

Ye Qi shook his head and said, "No."

Guanyin in white dressed in Guanyin said dejectedly: "Why is the donor always so heartless?"

After saying that, her face changed drastically. A little dust appeared in the far distance of the flat grassland, just like when the tide of Guangling River rose, the dust suddenly turned into a gray line, like a tide, rushing towards the dozen tents with smoke and dust.

The momentum was like a tide. The herdsmen's expression of living and working in peace and contentment disappeared. They called on people from the same tribe, then untied the sheep pen, drove the sheep and cattle to prepare to evacuate.

"The bison herd is said to be terrifying than the 10,000 personal soldiers of Tuoba Bodhisattva on the grassland. I heard him mention it when I was chatting with fellow Taoist Taoists in Wudang." Ye Qi said, pointing to Yanchen, who was less than five miles away from the tribe.

Guanyin in white clothes said solemnly: "I heard of it when I was in Mount Lanta. I wonder if those herders can have time to leave."

"Not good, there are still a few people who haven't noticed the herd."

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The herd of wild buffalo ran very fast, as if it was coming in a blink of an eye. It was flattened several camps and two or three sheep pens in an instant. A few herdsmen and girls singing by the lake discovered that they had seen many herds of wild buffalo migrating south, but they had never seen such a grand scene, and they ran towards the flat ground to the west in a hurry.

The hills fall outside and live on the lake. The herdsmen do not know how to swim like most of the Northern Mang barbarians. The buffalo herds are coming in a fierce manner and cannot run into the lake. If they swim towards the center of the lake, they can escape the disaster and go to the flat ground west. The front of the buffalo herds is vast and boundless, which is like seeking death.

As expected, the frontier of the buffalo herd was wider than expected. Several herdsmen and girls were unable to escape from the shelter and fell to the ground in fear. In addition, several old and weak people in the lake camp failed to leave in time. Seeing that they were about to turn into meat paste under the thousands of buffalo herds, two white-clothed figures came in the air. When they were in front of the buffalo herds, they were like two high walls. The buffalo herds suddenly stopped.

Ye Qi's sword no longer condensed into one foot of his body, and was released out of ten miles. Within ten miles, the sword energy was endless. The buffalo rushed forward and turned into blood and flesh and bones.

Guanyin in white sat on the ground, his hands folded, and his red lips trembled very quickly. With the sounds of scriptures, a body of Vajra Realm's great aura was released, like a sun falling on the earth. The buffalo hit the wall of light, as if he was hitting a solid and heavy city wall, and his head was broken and bloody.

Soon, there were no less than 300 more bisons outside the two of them, either dead or fainting.

Ye Qi was not like Guanyin in white. He still had a good life to treat those crazy bison buffaloes. None of the cattle that hit his sword was alive. Several feet in front of him, a herd of cattle weighing two or three thousand kilograms accumulated into a row of blood-casting dams.

The cattle that looked like crazy was not stupid. They were unable to stop the rushing force, and gradually they all leaned towards Guanyin White-clothed. For a moment, Guanyin White-clothed's face was sweating heavily, and the aura of the Great Vajra Realm flickered and darkened.

Ye Qi shook his head straight when he saw it. The bottom of Mount Lantu was deeper than both Liyang Zen Temples, and it was not even worse than the Dragon and Tiger in Wudang. If she wanted to use her ability to look angry, she would not be as difficult as she was at this time. What about the mad cow? If she died too much, she would still be afraid of death.

Shaking his head and sighing, his sword force expanded again, covering the Great Vajra Realm Aura of Guanyin in White. Then he took a step and appeared in front of Guanyin in White. He pulled out the ancient sword from his waist with his right hand and slashed the cows horizontally.

When the sword energy of the sky was fully released under this slash, the momentum was as strong as the slash of Qiuyu. Nearly three hundred bisons died, but the sword intent had not dissipated. The rushing force of the bison herd finally stopped under the sword. She stared at the sword intent and dared not rush forward. After a long moo that showed her ears, the cattle herd took a detour.

Guanyin in white walked a few steps weakly, looked at the corpses of cows on the ground, and recited the Buddha's name, with a complicated expression and wondering what he thought.

"The Buddha has the same words as sentient beings, and there is also the saying that saving a life is better than creating a seven-level pagoda. Sometimes, it is just a choice. When someone cooks a cow, you buy a cow and release it. When someone hurts a cow, you take action to save people. In this way, is it also equality for sentient beings?" Ye Qi looked at Guanyin in white and said with a hint.

Guanyin in white had a complicated expression just now, and even doubted whether it was in line with her practice philosophy when she pulled the man to save him. After hearing Ye Qi's words, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, which was very similar to Guanyin who had spread the world in the paintings of Buddhist temples.

"I said that the donor was my chance, and the donor always talked coldly. If I was the only one who came to save these herdsmen just now, I could not bear to hurt the buffalo, even if I didn't die, my aura would be consumed and it would be difficult to recover from the past. The sword that the donor just stood in front of me was very beautiful." As he said that, Guanyin's eyes in white became charming.

"If you don't stick to me and follow me to the northern part of Longyao Prefecture, you won't encounter a herd of bison."

Ye Qi's words immediately extinguished the enthusiasm in the white-clothed Guanyin's eyes, making the latter's face become depressed, and he stomped twice while stepping on the grass.

Finally, seeing the rescued herder girls reacting with the old and weak, as if they were coming to thank him. Ye Qi didn't care about the white-clothed Guanyin and flew back towards the hills.

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Saving people under the herd of thousands of wild buffaloes was just a small episode. Ye Qi and Baiyi Guanyin continued to go north. A few days later, they saw that they were about to leave Longyaozhou and completely left the territory of the Northern Mang Southern Dynasty. After killing Xie Ling, they met Yuan Qingshan. Ye Qi never encountered robbery again, which made him sometimes have to wonder whether he had to go to find someone in person?

There is a deep mountain in the north of Longyao Prefecture, which nurtured Longyao. The Mosheng River in the grasslands of Gusai and the two states originated here. Because of the severe winter, the deep mountains are covered with ice and snow, and only a few green pine trees can be seen in the valley.

Guanyin in white-clothed chiseled the river surface and wanted to get water to make tea. Unexpectedly, several fish jumped out of the ice cave. After moving on the ice for a few times, there was no movement. Her kindness began to erupt again, and she waved a few Buddha lights, causing the fish that had no movement to jump again, and then she held them and threw them back into the ice cave.

"Western Bodhisattva, with such kindness, this young master is moved."
Chapter completed!