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- "Deacon Hao, it's only March this year, and we're collecting annual tribute from the Qing tribe? Didn't we always collect it in May in the past?" On the side of the fat middle-aged man from the Ba Fist Gang, there was a man holding a long spear. man, he is the captain of this team of fifty riders.
"Collecting the annual tribute is just an excuse. Our main target is the genius Qingyu of the Qing clan." The fat Deacon Hao raised the corner of his mouth and said: "I got the news that the Qing clan had an accident a while ago. Originally, the Qing clan had an accident. The annual tribute medicinal materials that will be dedicated to us have been sealed in the medicinal material cave. Now the leader of the Qing tribe is looking for experts everywhere to unlock the seal of the medicinal material cave."
"So this time we go to collect the annual tribute, the Qing tribe will definitely not be able to pay the annual tribute. Then we will use this as an excuse to ask the Qing tribe to hand over Qing Yu to us. If they understand, that's it, otherwise we will Using the excuse that they cannot pay the annual tribute, they kill chickens and scare monkeys. Let the surrounding tribes wake up and investigate. Although our Baquan Gang is reasonable, we must not go against our wishes."
Although the Ba Fist Gang is powerful, there are as many as twenty-six tribes under its rule. Therefore, if the Ba Fist Gang went directly to the Qing clan for no reason and forcefully asked them to hand over a clan member, it would easily cause resistance from all the tribes. So it would be best to find an excuse to ask someone over.
"I understand, Deacon Hao is wise." The team leader holding the spear flattered him.
Deacon Hao chuckled and looked at the Qing tribe with squinted eyes. His small eyes were full of greed and resentment.
"Qing, even if you die, I will make your family, young and old, miserable. I will destroy your family, young and old. The men will be slaves, the women will be prostitutes, and the old will die without a burial place. Your son Qingyu, That¡¯s the first one.¡±
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The mouth of Qingshi Tribe Canyon
It¡¯s still One Eye and the others who are guarding the canyon.
From a distance, the four men with one eye could see fifty riders walking towards the Qing clan unhurriedly.
"Xiao Zhong, is there a caravan coming to trade with our tribe recently?" One Eye looked at the fifty riders from a distance and asked.
"No." The young man next to him replied affirmatively.
"They seem to be members of the Ba Fist Gang." A tribesman with good eyesight said.
"Ba Fist Gang?" A look of worry appeared on Du Yan's face. The clan's medicine cave was banned by the beautiful young lady of the Qing Kehen family, and the Nian Gong inside could not be taken out. Therefore, the last thing the people of the Qing tribe want to see now are the members of the Ba Fist Gang.
What are the people from the Baquan Gang doing here? Duyan was confused, as there were still more than two months left before the annual tribute was collected. In the past, Ba Fist Gang members would not come to the tribe at all except to collect annual tribute.
"Be careful, we are afraid that the one who comes is not good." One-eye said with some worry, especially when he saw that the other party was all armed cavalry, his worry became even more serious: "Xiao Zhong, go and inform the clan leader."
"Okay." Xiao Zhong responded, quickly ran down the watchtower and ran towards the Qing tribe.
The three men with one eye also jumped down from the watchtower, waiting for the people from the Ba Fist Gang to come over.
Gradually, fifty riders from the Ba Fist Gang in the distance arrived at the mouth of the Qing tribe¡¯s canyon.
"It turns out to be Deacon Hao." One Eye saluted after seeing the obese man in front of fifty riders of the Ba Fist Gang.
"It's One-Eyed. Is your clan leader here?" Deacon Hao is riding on a horse. He is not tall, so he likes to sit on a tall horse and talk to others from a high position.
"The patriarch will be here soon!" One Eye responded.
While he was talking, Qing Hong, the leader of the Qing tribe, had already hurriedly greeted him: "Haha, it turns out that it's Deacon Hao who's here. Some of them are not welcomed from afar, but some are not welcomed from afar!"
"Deacon Hao, please come in quickly and have a glass of water and wine." The clan leader said with a smile.
"Clan Chief Qing, you're welcome." Deacon Hao's small eyes narrowed on his fat face.
A group of fifty riders followed the Qinghong clan leader and slowly entered the Qing tribe
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On the other side, in the medicine cave
Qing Jihen has passed the most important step in cultivating the mystic arts. His mental power has been gathered together and he has entered the void space.
In your ears, the voice of the oil-paper umbrella rang: "Next, try to imagine that all your mental power turns into pieces of white feathers. Then, you start to try to observe the movement of each feather in this directionless void space. Until you can control every feather!"
After that, he recited the formula of "Spiritual Feathering Technique" to Qing Xuanhen.
"Spiritual Feathering Technique" is to exercise one's mental power in that directionless void space and let oneselfHe can precisely control every ounce of mental power. It is an excellent way to cultivate spiritual power.
With a thought, Qing Kehen followed the formula of "Spiritual Feathering Technique" to instantly disperse the originally condensed mental power, forming a rain of feathers in that mental space.
And because this space is a directionless void space, these feathers just float quietly in the void. In this way, Qingqiu can observe every feather.
Qing Jishen began to observe each feather, and then began to try to control them
"This is an extremely long process. Even a genius will need several months of hard work to control every feather of his mental differentiation. So you don't have to be too anxious, just take your time" Oil paper Umbrella said softly.
Before he finished talking about the oil-paper umbrella, Qing Kehen's voice suddenly sounded.
"Well, all the feathers have been completely controlled. What should we do next?"
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"Are you sure you have complete control over every feather?" The oil-paper umbrella paused for a moment and asked.
"Thirteen thousand feathers are completely controllable. These feathers are all differentiated by my own mental power, and they are very convenient to control." Qing Kehen said with a smile.
"Your sister!" The oil-paper umbrella murmured.
"What?" Qing Jihen chuckled and held the oil-paper umbrella.
"I said, we can proceed to the next step and start drawing the 'Spiritual Pattern Array'." The oil-paper umbrella was spineless.
"So soon?" Qing Kehen touched his chin, he didn't expect that the 'Spirit Pattern Technique' could be obtained so quickly, "It's a pity, it would be great if there were more heavenly materials and earthly treasures with the nature of gathering spirits. "
If he has the materials in hand now, he can immediately start to carve the "Holy Arm Pattern Array" on his arm after a few attempts to see what effect this magical power has.
I wonder how powerful I would be if I had magical powers? Can you defeat a warrior from [Psychic Realm]?
"Supernatural powerthis is something he has never touched in his previous life, and he is very curious."
¡°A heavenly material and earthly treasure with the nature of gathering spirits?¡± The oil paper umbrella asked doubtfully, seeming a little surprised.
"Huh? Do you know?" Qing Kehen asked.
"Of course I know." The oil-paper umbrella became proud again.
"Then tell me." Qing Kehen said.
"Why do you think I should tell you?" The oil-paper umbrella continued to be proud.
"Didn't you say you wanted to train me to be a peerless master? This matter is related to whether I can become a peerless master." Qing Jihen said, he felt that the oil-paper umbrella was like his lucky star, why no matter what he wanted, the oil-paper umbrella Umbrellas can be provided for him.
"Tsk, tsk, it depends on my mood." The oil-paper umbrella was so proud that it even spun in Qing Kehen's hand.
"Okay, it depends on your mood." Qing Jihen pushed it open and walked toward the entrance of the forbidden cave. Why did he feel that the conversation just now was so skillful? Like it was rehearsed?
It seems that we had a similar conversation yesterday?
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Today I had a thorough understanding of the idea and changed part of the plot with a wave of my hand. As a result, the update is late, haha.
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