Chapter 549: Heterogeneous peers respect like gods, one root is more fraught

　　 Thousands of miles all the way, they bumped for four months. Starting in July of the 31st year, it is now December, and it seems to be the end of the year.
　　 Gouzhuo where is willing to stay in the car honestly. But as long as a few of them leave the car, the surrounding stalkers will kneel down and bow down. So most of the time, they have no choice but to stay in the car.
　　 Along the way, except for the words of compliment and respect, these stubborn people have nothing to say to them, treat them like gods, offer delicious food and drink every day, and drag them along.
　　 This is not only because the Cangcao people are extremely awe-inspiring to these "shang clan", but also because the entrusted person is extremely heavy. It is not only from the powerful Crane tribe, but also a very high status person in the Crane tribe. Of course, they also received a large amount of money.
　　 Goujiu smelled blood in the car, and when he heard the screams in the distance, even if he did not pull the curtain, he could probably guess what happened.
　　 Mu Mu had planned to kill, but was stopped by Tong Yao. Tong Yao swallowed a memory of the elder of the soul sect, and the experience of the world is far more abundant than that of the two hairy boys. Of course, this way is to listen to her.
　　 "How many younger brothers have forgotten the palace lord's explanation, don't get involved in the disputes between the blood refining department?"
　　 Lian Ling took Huang Lu, 19th and Killing to the South Ming'an to rescue the tree tribe royalist elder withered Murong. Mian'eshan, Nanming'an and Taibailin are separated by thousands of miles, and transportation is extremely troublesome.
　　 Gouzhu and others set off from Taibailin to Mian'e Mountain. They agreed to meet with Lian Ling and others in Kapok City, which is thousands of miles away from Mian'e Shandong, a year later, in July of the 32nd year.
　　The purpose of his career is to send wood to Mian'e Mountain. If it passes the teleportation array, it only takes a few days. But the teleportation array on this road is the focus of the other party's attention. Those who send will be searched for God one by one. Even if Lian Ling had disguised them as cranes, flaws would inevitably be revealed in their spiritual consciousness.
　　 But there is almost no suspicion about the long journey of tracking the beast tide in the blood refining tribe. There are thousands of tribes in the demon world, large and small, with a population of several million. These tribes like locust swarms only go wild and cannot be investigated.
　　 Kapok City is the outpost of Mian E Mountain to resist the animal tide. The migration of the blood refining tribe there is not noticeable at all. After arriving at Kapok City, Ku Murong is expected to be taken there by Lian Ling. Elder Ku has his own way to send wood to Mian'e Mountain.
　　 The premise of all this is that they have a safe journey and stay in the line of straw men obediently as goods. The demon world is wild and wild, the roads are extremely complicated, and the dangers are countless. The blood refiners are best at avoiding danger. So stay safe in their team.
　　 But if they are involved in the internal fighting of the blood refiner tribe and become famous, the secrets of this road will lose its meaning. What's more, they and the blood refiner are just a deal, and they don't owe each other. If they help Cangsaobu kill people, no one knows what vortex will be involved.
　　 "Those who have robbed me are really shameless!" Mu Mu was still indignant. However, Tong Yao smiled indifferently: "This is a barren land, where the weak and the strong eat the strong. You must not be shameless, how many souls will starve to death."
　　 "If I can't continue to follow Cang Cao Ren, how can I go back?" Gouzhu glanced at Mu Fei, who was silent, and asked. In his thoughts, Mu Fei was originally a tree demon from the demon world. The Silver Dragon Mountain Range is not too far away from the Mian Evil Mountain, and he can be considered half a local.
Unexpectedly, Mu Fei replied with his eyes turned horizontally: "Don't ask me. I always walk with tree people holding their heads up. If it were for me, I would have transported the array all the way and took the young master back. There is no such thing as a mother-in-law like your woman. !"
　　 is speechless for a while, knowing that this "local person" can't be counted on.
　　 "Anyway, let the Man brothers go back first, let's take one step at a time." Tong Yao stretched her eyebrows slightly, intending to temporarily put aside the way forward, and as soon as possible to avoid getting involved in disputes with these people.
　　 She took out one or two of the broken blood spirit stones and scattered them out, smiling charmingly: "My little sister, thank you brothers for taking care of them all the way, so don't worry."
　　 But as soon as the voice fell, she heard a strong wind roaring. Then came a flash of black light. The head of a straw man immediately flew up, and blood gushing from the broken neck like a fountain.
　　Because of being in the wild, even Tong Yao, as a cultivator of the Purple Mansion, did not dare to spy on the savage monsters at will, so he could not react to this sudden attack in advance.
　　 Dozens of human-shaped shadows leapt over from the roof of the car while yelling presumptuously, "Yo-hoo-yo-ro". These people are holding black iron long swords. As they flew over, the Cangsaw people who had no time to react were beheaded or split apart, and blood splashed on her face. She frowned, took out the handkerchief to wipe it off, and then discarded the handkerchief.
　　 "Flies, die for me!"
A strong man with a head taller than others fell on the snow, kicked off the skis on his feet, shook his body, brandished the big knife in his hand, and slashed towards the remaining Cangstalker. It was from the Redthorn tribe. Few chiefs.
　　 His mind is immature, and his hatred of these stubborn people is all written on his still somewhat childish but extremely hideous face at the moment.
　　Because each blood-refining tribe has different information about the animal tide, many different tribes will chase different animal tides. However, the beast tide that Cangshou and Redthorns often chase is the same. This makes them often "meet".
　　 So it is often where they refining blood, and there will also be stalkers, and they have to share a share. This is the reason why this strong Young Master of Redthorn is extremely disgusted with the Cangsao tribe.
　　He never thought about the reason. In fact, the ancestors of the Cangsao tribe and the Redthorn tribe are the same tribe. It is precisely because they are from the same root that there is a lot of overlap in the animal tide information they control. He just thinks these people are as annoying as flies, always lying on his food and can't drive them away.
　　 He picked up the knife and fell, about to chop an injured Cang Straw man in half, but the black light flashed under the knife, showing a piece of black iron square one foot in front of his knife. He raised his eyebrows and chopped it down regardless. No matter what he does, even a man with an iron plate is split in half!
　　 There was a loud noise, his hands holding the knife shook suddenly, and his arms numb. His knife was made of profound iron, and it was used to cut stones, trees, and beasts like tofu. He didn't expect to be blocked by this small brick! He was about to see it again in a rage, but saw a tall and thin young man in a white cotton robes and brown fur vest in front of him, squinting and smiling:
"This big brother, we are the crane monks going to Kapok City. These Cangshou people are the helpers we hired. We are all brothers from the rivers and lakes. They keep people and give face." Gou Zhu fixed the meteorite to Fang Yan I received it, and said with a smile.
　　 This person has a blood-red fleshy crown on the eyebrows, which is the emblem of the crane tribe. They also migrated all the way from the Eastern Demon Realm, and they had still dealt with the Crane Clan. It's just that his elders are extremely in awe of these so-called "shang clan" people, but he is often dissatisfied, and he doesn't take it in his heart.
　　 What's so great about "Shangzu"? Could it be invulnerable? In particular, the young priest had told him that what they wanted to take was the contents of the cart, and everyone had to kill them all. Even the Crane tribe, as long as they kill a clean, barren mountain, who knows who did it?
　　 There was a fierce look in his eyes, and the big knife in his hand flew, slashing straight on the head of the hook. Gouzhu had thought about this person's dissatisfaction, but he didn't expect him to act directly at any disagreement and could only respond hastily.
　　 He flicked away in his empty hand, and he raised the Dark Fire Sword to catch it. But the black knife smashed down, with great strength, and it was not much different from the wooden axe~EbookFREE.me~ The hook almost couldn't resist, and he took three steps back.
　　 Seeing that the Demon Xiu who came out of the big car moved his hand, several of the young clan chiefs of the Redthorn tribe immediately rushed over with a loud shout.
　　 But they hadn't rushed to the front, they only heard a few chirps in the car, and several bamboo arrows broke through the air one after another, almost every arrow hit the eye of a red thorn. The shouts of these people stopped abruptly one after another, and they fell silent on the snow before they even had time to scream.
　　Except for the priests, the cultivation methods of ordinary people are different from those of human beings and monsters. They are actually a combination of the two. They grew up from the flesh and blood of strange beasts and spirit beasts in the wild, and absorbed the spiritual energy from the flesh and blood to nourish themselves, and they all had the foundation of the blood cultivation of the monster race.
　　 But except for the priests, everyone else is madly practicing martial arts, strengthening the physical body, and the method of cultivation is similar to that of the human body. This is a cultivation path explored by these wild people on their own, and is called "barbarian cultivation" by other monks.
　　Many cultivation has similar benefits as physical cultivation. The early stage progress is extremely fast, and even without the use of external medicine to condense the pill, it can reach the strength enough to match the virtual pill qi repair! But its shortcomings are also extremely obvious, that is, the purple house cannot be achieved. On the road of brutal cultivation, there is no way to condense Qi into a pill, and there is absolutely no possibility of a purple mansion.
　　 But it is precisely because of this that the big clans of the demon world are very relieved of these blood-refining tribes, and they are not worried that they will pose a threat.
　　 These young heroes of the Redthorn tribe are mostly equivalent to the foundation of the cultivation base, how can they withstand the excellent archery skills of wood?
　　 But that young clan is the elite of the clan after all, and his realm strength is not weaker than deceit. He couldn't succeed with a single move, and he let out a low roar, his whole body seemed to have endless strength, and he didn't give any chance to cast spells at all, and he slashed across it again!