"I really didn't expect that there were still people hiding here!"

It seemed as if the sound from hell suddenly exploded in his ears, which scared Zhao Rui and the other four.

This guy appeared in front of him almost silently, and the aura emitted from him was extremely deep, an absolute master.

Zhao Rui did not dare to be negligent at all, so he rushed out immediately and slapped it out with a palm.

The man opposite did not slightestly and slapped his palm at the same time.

The moment the two people touched their palms, a strong internal force spread out, and the surrounding trees collapsed one by one, and even the weeds and fallen leaves on the ground were blown away.

Zhao Rui was shocked. He had three hundred years of skill, and few people in this world were his opponents.

The man in front of him was only thirty or forty years old when he heard the sound, but the energy he showed could actually compete with Zhao Rui.

Both sides have a strong nature, and they keep colliding, trying to test the other party's background.

Both of them are famous for their domineering and fierce skills. Not long after, the surrounding trees were completely broken by the two, and a large area of ​​weeds were also cleared by the two, revealing a large open space.

Not far away, people kept approaching here, and everyone was holding a hunting dog with a strange-shaped stick in their hands.

The clothes they wore were a little different from those of the Miao people. They hung a lot of things, especially the bells, almost from head to toe.

As I walked, I kept making crisp sounds.

Ziyun suddenly became nervous and pulled out his sword and looked at these people vigilantly.

But these guys had no intention of taking action, they just stood there and watched quietly.

Zhao Rui and the other party stopped for unknown amounts of moves. The two of them looked at each other panting, with powerful internal strength surrounding them. It looked like that, there was a final battle.

"Enough!"

The old voice suddenly came from a distance, and the old man who seemed to be a hundred years old slowly walked over with a cane.

"I really didn't expect that someone in this world would tie with the God of War of My Native Clan! No matter who you are or what your origin is, you are qualified to be a guest of honor for my Native Clan. If you don't dislike me, please contact us if you don't dislike me. Go to the village to sit."

Ziyun and the two personal soldiers hurried over and surrounded Zhao Rui.

These guys don’t know whether they are enemies or friends. What if they invite them over and kill them secretly?

Zhao Rui looked indifferent and asked Ziyun and his two personal soldiers to put away their weapons.

"I remember that the native race seems to be one of the oldest ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang. Your ethnic group should be very large, but why haven't I seen a native person along the way?"

The old man had a little helpless look on his face, and he didn't explain, but just coughed twice and made a gesture of asking for help.

"This is my private affairs of the native tribe. No matter how you are, you are an outsider, there is no need to know so much! Today happens to be the day when my native tribe worships the gods. I beg you to go to the village to celebrate with you."

Zhao Rui didn't say anything more and directly followed the people of the Native tribe out of the mountains and forests.

In addition to the tribes on the surface, there are also a large number of tribes hidden in the mountains in the southern border.

The Native people are one of them.

However, their relationship with the surrounding ethnic groups was not very good. They had been meeting other tribes many years ago, but in the end all the surrounding tribes even united to siege them.

As a result, the population of the Nasheng people has dropped sharply and has to hide in the deep mountains.

Of course Zhao Rui knew about these things. He just asked so deliberately that he just wanted to test the temperament of the native people.
Chapter completed!