Commanding Wind and Cloud

Clang! The moment the metal was nailed into the rock with the flesh, Duan Feng Bu Er's teleportation had already appeared in front of the two barbarian warriors, and his five fingers spread out to directly catch their mouths, preventing them from committing suicide.

Qian Jin took a few steps forward and took out the potion from the fighting world, and poured it directly into the mouth of one of the barbarian warriors: "Who did you come with?"

The barbarian warrior, whose eyes were still full of surprise and anger just now, suddenly fell silent after the entrance of the potion, and stared blankly at Mo Jin: "We are following the great Prince Farak."

really! In his heart, he was sure that he had read the person correctly: "Then, what are you doing here?"

"His Royal Highness read a record from one of the ancestors' notes, saying that he once saw strange scenery in the ancient barren sand sea, the scorching desert, the cold and huge snow-capped mountains, and traces of precious light flashed from the snow..."

The sluggish eyes became sober again, more anger accumulated between the brows: "You..."

boom! Duanfengbuer's five fingers directly twisted the neck of the awakened purple-striped blood warrior, and threw the limp corpse on the ground. This is not the time to be soft.

The matter of Farak was brought up by Duan Fengbuer, and the reason why he met the Horse Thief King and others was because Farak pushed another stupid barbarian Prince Gomez from behind to join the Horse Thief Group outside the Great Wall.

This kind of strength, such brains and courage, Duanfengbuer still remembers him so far, and treats him as a potential opponent.

After all, whether it is the New Demon King Contest of the Demon Race or the Newcomer King Contest of the Zhence Dynasty, the barbarians will send young generations to participate.

The Rookie King Competition and the New Devil King Competition will have the outstanding young generation of the barbarians take part in the competition. This has become a common practice. In today's era when the six bloodline warriors may awaken, the barbarians must show stronger strength and will definitely participate in this grand event.

Farak will appear in this place! Motivation has understood everything, and this barbarian prince also wants to use various methods to improve his strength, so as to cope with the future rookie king or new demon king contest.

The second bottle of mysterious potion was poured into the mouth of the second purple-striped blood warrior, and the terrified eyes suddenly became blurred and dull. He once again admired Teacher Olala's mysterious potion sincerely. Although it was crazy and frightening on weekdays, the price of this madness did make up a miraculous potion.

"Falak knows, is there anything in the mountain?"

"I don't know. The Seventh Prince said that in such a terrible place, with such a strange situation, it must be a treasure."

I didn't care about my enthusiasm and said that Farak was smart and hurriedly asked again: "Then what is Farak's current strength?"

"The strength of the Seventh Prince..." The eyes of the purple-striped blood warrior changed from sluggishness to a sneer, that kind of contempt, as if he was looking at a dead person, staring at Mo Jin: "You want to know? I won't tell you! If you want to have any thoughts about the Seventh Prince, you will die a miserable death, a very miserable death..."

Ke Jin raised his hand and pinched the opponent's throat, no longer listening to the vicious threats, intimidation and curses.

"Let's go!" Looking at the top of the mountain vigorously: "Even if the one on the mountain is Gan Zhanxuan, we should win the treasure, and we still have to do it."

No matter in terms of the relationship between the Zhence Dynasty and the barbarians, or the relationship between Qian Jin and the Seventh Prince Farak at that time, it is really not good.

Because Farak, the seventh prince of the barbarians, still remembers that he almost died outside the Great Wall that day. The two sides can only say that there is only a festival, and there is no kindness and friendship in it.

The tall snow-capped mountain roads are bumpy everywhere, but there is no difference between the feet of Gan Jin and others and the flat and spacious roads, and everyone rushed up all the way.

A brilliant firework suddenly rose directly into the air, and the bow and arrow in the hands of Qian Jin almost simultaneously pierced the throat of a warrior who was hiding to release the signal.

Oops! There is no way to sneak attack! Sighing vigorously, he wanted to return the insidious things that Farak did outside the Great Wall that day, but he did not expect that the prince was very careful and arranged more than one hidden watcher in such a nearly sealed space.

Farak, who was moving in the mountains, stopped his majestic body, slowly took off the white cloak on his body, took the binoculars from the hand of the person beside him and stretched it a little bit: "Huh? Isn't this the kid named Mo Jin outside the Great Wall? Good, good, good! It's really great!"

"His Royal Highness..."

"It's nothing, it's really time to get motivated!" Farak's gaze from the telescope in his hand matched the motivated gaze from looking up: "When the Japanese prince left outside the Great Wall and entered the ancient deserted sand sea to find this strange mountain, this prince heard a lot about him, and the entire Zhence dynasty was promoting him."

"I've also heard about it. I heard that he was very powerful outside the Great Wall that day, and even went wild in front of Gan's house..." A Bimon blood warrior stared at the direction of the invisible momentum at the foot of the mountain with wide eyes: "Your Highness, be careful."

"Newstar, you want my prince to be careful? What are you careful about?" Farak's smile was full of confidence, and his words revealed that high-ranking momentum: "His strength, I have seen outside the Great Wall. He doesn't even have the strength of fighting souls, but it's just a propaganda of the Zhence Dynasty. What is he compared to this prince? This time, he happened to be captured alive and asked him to forge equipment and configure potions for the prince. I heard that he still has some skills in this regard."

"You don't even have a fighting spirit?" Niusta, a Beamon warrior, laughed: "These human beings from the Zhence Dynasty are indeed wastes who only know how to use their mouths! Your Royal Highness, please continue climbing the mountain. I'll help you catch them here."

"Don't worry." Farak put away the binoculars, picked a clean stone, and sat on the big stone like a dragon and a tiger: "These days, I have been searching for this place in the ancient barren sand sea, and my life is too boring. It is also an interesting thing to find motivation here. This prince wants to arrest him personally. As for the people beside him..."

Falak gave Newsta a good look: "Let us, the barbarian, the warrior who captured the flame tiger, Newsta take care of it! This prince will never forget that your fist is faster than lightning, and your strength can uproot sleeping mountains."

There was a smile of enjoyment on Newsta's face, barbarians! The highest honor is to be praised like this, and only such praise is a true warrior!

"Your Royal Highness, the future lord of the barbarians, your wisdom is like the god of the stars." Newsta knelt on the ground and looked up at Farak piously: "Your servant Newsta is willing to serve you forever, even if there are endless flames in front of you, just need a word from you, and Newsta will walk into it without frowning, and stamp out the endless flames for you."

Falak took out a set of cutlery from Doujie, and put a fragrant roasted whole lamb on the table in front of him. The table knife cut lightly on the lamb, and cut off a piece of fragrant lamb, and put it in his mouth.

Several Beamon fighters looked at Newsta with resentment and jealousy, regretting that they hadn't spoken in time just now, and let Newsta take away all the credit.

"Yo? They started to eat?" Duan Fengbuer swallowed his saliva: "It seems that they are waiting for us, so let's go up quickly, don't make people wait for us for too long."

Unable to hide, unable to sneak attack, everyone simply let go of their pace, not slow, but full of leisurely pace, and walked up the mountainside.

Underneath the snow-covered mountain peaks are green grasses, surrounded by stones that seem to have been washed by floods for countless years, and are cleaner than many human faces. They complement each other and form a beautiful landscape.

Farak sat like that, like an emperor sitting on the emperor's throne, looking at the enthusiasm who went up the mountain leisurely as if he was on a youth tour, he put a piece of mutton in his mouth leisurely and chewed slowly: "Qi Jin, long time no see, do you still remember me?"

With a vigorous smile: "It's rare that Farak still remembers me."

"Two ways!" Farak raised the index finger and middle finger of his right hand and said confidently: "First: submit to me and be my servant! In this way, you can continue to live, breathe fresh air, and sleep with beautiful women."

"Good suggestion." Motivation shrugged his shoulders: "However, are you stronger than Gan Zhanxuan?"

Farak's complexion suddenly sank, and the cheeks of the few barbarian warriors behind him also stretched very long. Everyone is not an idiot, and such rhetorical questions are full of sarcasm.

"I knew you would answer me like this." Farak's sinking face gradually recovered, and he smiled confidently again: "Many people are like this. When they are not really facing death, they always think that their judgment is correct. I am very generous. You can change your decision at any time, but you have to hurry up because..."

Farak's eyes shot out two lightning-like rays of light suddenly, and the murderous aura erupted like a volcano at this moment, and it was directly locked on Duan Fengbuer who looked like a fool: "Your friends will, will be injured or even lose their lives because of your hesitation and procrastination!"

The moment the voice fell, a Beamon fighting spirit rushed from behind Newsta, and the bloodline battle body was also activated at this moment. In a blink of an eye, it became a Beamon with a height of more than three meters and a whole body of brown fur.