A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Rongfu Mountain.

A few dandelion seeds swirled and floated into the distance.

The cold wind circled around the mountain and then blew towards the quiet lakeside below.

Stopped in front of a small hut.

There is also a field of crops that are just emerging nearby.

From the traces left behind, it is easy to see that there were people living here not long ago.

After a while, ice as thin as cicada wings appeared in the sky.

Crystal frost crawled on the ice.

A lifelike bald little boy was quickly painted.

After a pause, the boy added thick eyebrows and long hair that fell to his thighs.

"This is……"

A soft and waxy voice sounded: "Am I an aunt? Are those two the daughters-in-law mentioned by the eldest brother?"

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the flowers and plants within a hundred feet were instantly covered with frost: "Oh! I...I am so stupid!"

After the voice fell, cold wind rose into the sky.

There was no movement for a moment...

the other side.

The leader of the Feathered People sang and danced heartily. Finally I thought of asking about my son's whereabouts.

Shushu Mountain is more than 20,000 miles away from here.

Not only are the road conditions complicated, but you will also encounter a lot of trouble. The leader of the Feathered People sent two old and prudent elders to bring the person back.

Aragaki Ruoxue and the others just need to wait here.

The Yuren are a race that is romantic to the core.

The patriarch wants them to feel the burning passion.

Because foreigners cannot enter Yucheng. So a huge bonfire was built at the bottom of the mountain.

There was a pile of nectar, dried fruits, and tree wine.

Singing and dancing continued day and night.

Han Xinshuang neither likes dried fruits nor Yu Ren’s songs. Hide far away in a daze.

Ruoxue Aragaki is different.

She found that Jiang Yu responded to the singing and happily joined in.

He even offered to contribute music.

She was once the most famous luther player in the Wushan tribe.

The tranquil sound of the piano is completely different from the restless Yuren music.

The rhythm is soothing and the aftertaste is endless. It also has a soothing effect.

Many Yu people could not help but shed tears.

Then responded with an even more enthusiastic song.

The bone puppet looked up to the sky and shook his head, his eyes emitting colorful beams of light.

Jiang Yu swayed her young waist and twisted to the beat.

The Feathered Clan leader seemed to have forgotten his lost son. He roared with a hoarse voice: "The sky is full of stars, and two girls came from afar. The older girl's piano music is breathtaking, but the younger one is really a little shy! Uh-huh, oh-ho, the little girl is really a little shy..."

"Yiga!" Jiang Yu took out a metal shield and beat a string of drum beats on it with a pumpkin hammer.

The feathered tribe leader's eyes were bright, and he raised his wings and pointed at Jiang Yu: "This guy has no worries, and he has a really good rhythm. He holds two girls in his left hand and right hand, and he is envious of single dogs. Hearing, vomiting, envying single dogs... "

Han Xinshuang gritted her teeth, but Araguan Ruoxue's eyes shone.

Jiang Yu took out two grains of dragon rice and threw them into the bonfire.

"Bang... click!"

Big sparks exploded on the bonfire. Popcorn with a sweet smell flies into the sky.

Several Yumen quickly flew up and joined hands to catch the huge seven-foot-square popcorn: "Distant friends, who is the guest? Your gift makes us feel ashamed. Ah... We are so embarrassed!"

Jiang Yu was so happy that he kept throwing Long Mi into the bonfire.

It made a roaring sound of "bang, chirp, click!"

The popcorns are like clouds, slowly falling under the light of Gu Puppet's colorful lights.

The atmosphere is full.

Longmi, named Longmi, actually has an irresistible temptation for any race.

Many feather people feasted happily.

The songs he sang became muffled.

Araguan Ruoxue stopped Jiang Yu's prodigal behavior: "Don't throw away all the rice, you have to keep some seeds!"

Jiang Yu, on the other hand, was happily "clucking" heartlessly. The small hand struck at Aragaki Ruoxue's chest as fast as lightning.

Araguan Ruoxue is protected by dragon scale armor and is not afraid of him playing rogue.

As a result, Jiang Yu's little hand pushed him back two steps.

Not only was she not angry, but she was greatly surprised: "Huh? Has your strength recovered so much?"

But just when the atmosphere was joyful, a group of uninvited guests came over quietly.

When Yuren sounded the alarm, everyone had already gathered around.

These people have bare feet. Wearing loose robes. Wavy shoulder-length hair and a big beard.

It was the weirdo Jiang Yu met in the shady scene.

Aragaki Ruoxue has never seen the scene in the shady scene. Later, I learned from other divine generals that these human races came from Western religion.

Calls himself Brahmin.

It has an energy system that is different from magical powers and witchcraft.

The army of asuras always appears out of thin air, just because they are transformed by Brahmins.

It's just that once you become an Asura, you can't change back.

Only female asuras are born. He is the leader of all male asuras.

There were seven or eight hundred Brahmins in front of me.

Another surprise attack!

They were probably attracted by the sound of singing and dancing and the aroma of long rice.

A Brahmin with dark skin and painted face is stroking his chest with his right hand and holding an orchid finger with his left hand. He walked forward slowly and spoke a bunch of incomprehensible languages ​​in a soft tone.

His eyes glanced at Jiang Yu from time to time.

The Yumen are an extremely hospitable race.

Just as the clan leader was about to send out the invitation, a sharp sound broke through the air behind him.

Dozens of ice picks shot out.

The Brahmin didn't panic at all, and the shadow of a huge golden bell lit up in front of him.

However, the golden bell, which was strong enough to resist Jiang Yu's attack, was useless under Araguan Ruoxue's witchcraft.

The ice cone exuding the aura of chaos was not even hindered in the slightest.

In addition to the leading Brahmin, seven or eight figures fell down in an instant.

Suddenly, more than ten people in the Brahmin team burst their bodies and turned into asuras up to three feet tall.

"You guys retreat, we are here!" Araguan Ruoxue turned over with one hand and took out the Fuxi Qin.

Han Xinshuang suddenly became excited when she saw someone destroying the place: "As long as there are no torturous songs, I can do anything!"

The leader of the Yumen tribe felt the tense atmosphere and immediately ordered the Yumen to take off.

It's not that he is unjust.

But Yuren is used to being lazy. Completely devoid of combat effectiveness.

If they had a head-on collision, the two Asuras would be able to kill the Yuren.

You can't torture your enemies with singing, right?

If you really do that, I'm afraid you will die in Han Xinshuang's hands first.

As soon as the Asura appeared, all the Brahmins looked confident of victory.

More than a dozen tall figures swooped over.

"Protect Xiaoyu!" Aragaki Ruoxue is not afraid of a duel with Asura. But being approached by more than a dozen people...she didn't feel confident either.

What's more, there are hundreds of Brahmins in the distance who are ready to move.

Han Xinshuang disappeared directly and stood in front of Jiang Yu.

"Ah!" Jiang Yu took out a dark red short-handled war hammer and handed it over.

The hammer head is like a fist-sized pumpkin, inlaid with two rings of gems.

"Don't make trouble, I don't have time to play drums with you!" Han Xinshuang wanted to pull the war hammer aside. But once my eyes fall on it, they can no longer move away.

An inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to my mind: "Huh? Where did this come from?"

Jiang Yu stared with a pair of big black grape-like eyes, and then handed the war hammer forward: "Ah!"

Han Xinshuang took it into his hands, and the feeling of familiarity became stronger. It was as if this war hammer had been with her for countless years.

magic weapon!

Definitely a magic weapon!

She could even feel the joy coming from the warhammer.

The doubts in my heart became stronger.

Samadhi True Fire, Golden Cloud Crown, plus this strange hammer...

Why did everything Jiang Yu give her feel inexplicably familiar?

"Beware!"

Aragaki Ruoxue's reminder brought Han Xinshuang back to reality.

There were actually more than a dozen sword lights that bypassed Araguan Ruoxue and slashed towards her and Jiang Yu.

Han Xinshuang quickly raised his hammer to block.

The sword light that was shot disappeared into thin air in front of her. Like it never happened.

Aragaki Ruoxue and Asura were both startled.

Only Han Xinshuang knew that her half-dead Samadhi True Fire formed an invisible wall of fire in front of her.

The power has actually increased seven to eight times.

"This... you have such a good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier?" Han Xinshuang immediately thought of the reason and glared at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu sat on the ground. He held his little feet with both hands and "clucked" them happily.

I didn't realize how dangerous it was now.

Aragaki Ruoxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the two of them were fine. With a sullen face, a large gray sharp ice crystal formed in front of him.

The ice is as small as sand. Shrouded from all sides. Including nearly half of the Brahmins.

She wanted to eliminate as many threats as possible before these guys transformed.

Just when witchcraft is about to take shape. But she saw the Brahmin leader pointing behind her from a distance.

"Om..."

Suddenly a black scimitar shot out of the darkness.

Pointing directly at Jiang Yu sitting on the ground!

"Xiaoyu!" Aragaki Ruoxue exclaimed.

Han Xinshuang immediately swung his hammer to block.

He knocked the scimitar away in one dangerous move after another.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he discovered that there was actually another one hidden in the shadow of the scimitar.

"Oops!"

Just when Han Xinshuang's hands and feet were cold. Suddenly there was a crisp sound of "dang".

The scimitar that came from a sneak attack was knocked far away by the meteorite stick.

Jiang Yu stood up unsteadily.

He put the meteorite stick, which was bigger than him, on the ground and stretched it hard.

"I seem to have slept for a long time. Where is this place?"

The words fell with the sound of milk. That little body started to grow.

Eyebrows sprouted, hair grew, clothes became bloated...

Han Xinshuang looked at Jiang Yu who was growing up rapidly. Her eyes moved down from his face little by little.

Suddenly he let out a complicated exclamation.

"ah!"