Chapter 660

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew by. In the gust of wind, there was a faint figure, which disappeared in a flash.

"Slave of Kunlun, come back to me." Han Monk shouted hastily. There was no one in sight, he seemed to be shouting at the air.

However, as soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew back again.

Zi...

A person flew back, his feet still slipping on the ground. His speed was so fast, it was like the wind.

"Slave Kunlun, where are you going in such a hurry?" the monk asked with a smile. This galloping man is none other than Shenxing Taibao Kunlun Nu, or Shenxing Nu for short. This person has very dark skin and a head of natural curly hair, which looks like it has been permed.

He is a member of the Kunlun tribe in Kunlun Mountains, and the Kunlun tribe belongs to the local aborigines. Living on Kunlun Mountain all year round, his living area is not limited to the territory of China. Kunlun Mountain has already stretched to foreign countries.

The area where he lives is in China. Back then, the Kunlun tribe also established a Kunlun Kingdom, but it was destroyed two thousand years ago.

"Didn't old man Xiao ask me to participate in the martial arts conference, and I have to arrive within three days, so I have to hurry up." Kunlun Nu said. His speed can no longer be said to be fast, it can only be said to be as fast as the wind.

"Xijiang Province is in the south of China, so you're going to run there like this?" Patriarch Yiyuan asked. Kunlun Mountain is about 5,000 kilometers away from Mangdang Mountain in Xijiang Province, and he only uses one pair of feet.

"Yes." Kunlun Nu said: "Three days should be enough, and I want to arrive early to play for a day. Let's say goodbye!" After speaking, his figure moved and disappeared in their eyes in sight.

"Come back!" the monk shouted.

Nourish!

The Kunlun slave who had run far away came back again: "What's the matter?"

"This martial arts conference is to determine the leader of the martial arts, so you didn't prepare any gifts?" Han Monk asked.

"I forgot about that." Kunlun Nu scratched his head and said, "But I brought some money with me. I'll buy it when I get there. Thank you for reminding me."

After speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared again.

"Wait a minute!" Patriarch Yiyuan shouted.

Nourish!

A gust of wind blew, and Kunlun Nu appeared in front of them again, "You two, is there anything else you want to remind me?"

"That's not true." Patriarch Yiyuan said, "I just called you back, just to remind you to be careful along the way. Your speed is too fast, be careful not to hit the train while you are running."

"Thank you!" Kunlun Nu thanked him and disappeared again.

"Come back!" the monk shouted. Seeing the Kunlun slave rushing back again, Han Monk said, "Why are you so impatient? I asked you to come back, just to tell you...you're welcome."

"Oh!" Kunlun Nu nodded and disappeared for the fourth time.

This time, they didn't call him back again, probably because they thought they had had enough fun. Kunlun slave not only runs fast, but also has very good hearing. So after a while, Patriarch Yiyuan said: "This guy is just a fool, I really don't know why he can cultivate to the level of a master."

Both he and Hanseng belonged to the kind with very high talents, while Kunlun Nu was just stupid. According to common sense, a foolish person can't even learn ancient martial arts.

"He is a local aborigine, so maybe he has some special bloodline." Han Monk said, "According to today's words, it is the boundary of blood inheritance. According to my guess, he has the blood sacrifice of a certain immortal from before Kunlun."

"After all, Kunlun used to be a holy mountain."

"I think so." Patriarch Yiyuan said: "By the way, isn't it a bit too much for us to tease him like this?"

"Indeed, it's a bit suspected of playing tricks on ethnic minorities." Hanseng said.

"Hahaha!" The two laughed together. Take teasing him as a kind of fun. Practicing all day is too boring, and I need to find some fun to adjust.

Although there are only three days, they don't seem to be in a hurry. They will certainly not walk over with their feet like Kunlun slaves, and they will get there in half a day by plane and high-speed rail.

...

On the same day, heroes from all walks of life in the Western Regions and hidden bosses in the ancient Chinese martial arts world set off one after another.

In a city at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the head of the Qiankun Sword Sect set off with several strong men. One by one, they dressed up as ordinary people and walked on the streets where the houses were low and most of them were khaki-colored.

The frontier province is very windy and sandy, and the buildings are generally low, most of which have only two or three floors. Moreover, the outside of the building is often covered by yellow sand. However, the streets are very busy and the cars are busy.

Walking on the broad street are beautiful Uyghur girls. They have special looks and are easy to distinguish. On both sides of the street, there are many sellers of lamb kebabs, naan, and pilaf. With a strong fragrance of green smoke, it filled the air.

The men in black from the Qiankun Sword Sect purchased various local products on the street and prepared gifts for Mr. Xiao. Xiao Xinghua was respected by most ancient warriors in China. Give him a gift to express his heart.

Not only them, but the ancient martial arts experts from all over the country will basically give him gifts. It is estimated that when the martial arts conference was held, the gifts he received could fill several rooms.

In addition, if Xiao Fei really becomes the leader of the alliance, they will also give gifts. However, these special products seem a bit too shabby as gifts. In case of emergencies, the head of the Qiankun faction specially prepared a pair of expensive jade lions.

After shopping, the group of men in black took a ride to the high-speed rail station. I plan to go to Urumqi first, and then fly to Xijiang.

Urumqi, at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

A branch of the former Tianshan Sect, the suzerain and head of the Shocking Sword Sect and Lingyun Sect. I also prepared gifts and started to leave.

These sword sects are all powerful, and their general cultivation is higher than that of ancient warriors in big cities. The ancient weapons in the frontier are well preserved. The strength of its head is second to none.

As for whether there are one or two bigwigs among them who want to take this opportunity to become the leader themselves, it is unknown.

at the same time.

In the Taklimakan Gobi Desert, yellow weeds are dotted here and there. The deserted yellow sand in the sky rolled up the sky with smoke and dust, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The field of view is less than five meters.

Suddenly, a camel came out of the yellow sand and rushed to a nearby town at high speed.

On the camel sat a young girl whose face was covered with white sand. She looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she can't see her face clearly, she can be sure that she must be beautiful, which can be seen from the general outline.

The figure is very slim and graceful, which attracts people's imagination.

She is the 'Flying Camel', with an ancient martial arts cultivation base, and has reached the realm of perfection. Often haunted in the desert, to help those trapped merchants. But no one has seen her true face.

Now because of the martial arts conference, she is going to put on casual clothes and go to Xijiang.