Yue Buqun signaled Xiao Hei to fall to the flock of sheep. The flock was frightened and ran around. Two herders rode their horses over from the back of the mountain. When they saw Xiao Hei's body shape from afar, their faces turned pale. They hurriedly grabbed the horse's head and turned around to escape.

Xiao Hei spread his wings and flew over in an instant. The powerful air pressure made the horse unable to stand and fell to the ground.

Yue Buqun patted Xiao Hei, jumped out gently, and looked at the two herdsmen in the air.

A middle-aged man and a young man should be father and son in terms of appearance.

“Where is this place?”

“Which direction is Lhasa?”

The two herders fell to the ground and saw Yue Buqun standing up. They quickly turned over and got up, kowtowed repeatedly, and said respectful and frightened words.

Tibetan words?

Listening to the two of them gushing and gurgling, Yue Buqun frowned. Even though he was good at making achievements and extraordinary strength, he could not use a language.

When the two herdsmen heard Yue Buqun's voice, they were confused. They looked up and looked down, and then were so scared that they lowered their heads.

The young herder seemed to understand something and whispered to the middle-aged herder.

The middle-aged herder raised his head carefully and said, "Lhasa?"

Yue Buqun was happy and knew that Lhasa was fine and said, "Lhasa!" He pointed at the southwest and southeast directions casually.

Yue Buqun can roughly determine whether he is in the middle of the vast plateau, but it is impossible to determine whether he has crossed Lhasa.

“Lhasa.”

The middle-aged herder obviously understood Yue Buqun's meaning, pointed his finger at the south, and emphasized again: "Lhasa!"

Although they have never left this place, it is said that Lhasa is in that direction.

Yue Buqun nodded, stretched out his hand and helped the two herdsmen up. The spiritual power swung around them and found that the two herdsmen were strong, but there was no trace of cultivation.

Judging from his clothes, he was obviously the lowest-level muslim slave. I don’t know if it was because his status was low, so he was not allowed to practice martial arts, or the various sects of Uszang had no idea of ​​popularizing martial arts at all.

Yue Buqun's spiritual power helped them to refine their bodies and then pulled them out. The two were helped to stand up with a huge force. In addition, they were frightened, they did not notice any abnormality at all.

Yue Buqun's body floated up and landed on Xiao Hei's back. Xiao Hei kicked his feet, jumped into the air, and flew towards the south.

The two herdsmen were stunned, looked at each other, then knelt down, prostrated themselves, and chanted loudly to praise the gods and Buddhas.

Xiao Hei flew south all the way. It seemed a little excited on the high plateau in the sky. With a long cry, it accelerated instantly and increased its speed greatly.

The lakes on the ground are getting bigger and bigger, but there are still few people. I don’t know whether it is because of the route or the crazy growth of trees, but I didn’t see a town.

Xiao Hei passed a big sky-blue beautiful lake. Yue Buqun's heart moved and reached out to pat Xiao Hei, and Xiao Hei began to descend.

Yue Buqun looked at the mountains in the south and the slightly familiar shape of the lake. He was a little sure enough that this should be the famous Tianhu.

Yue Buqun signaled Xiao Hei to circle around Tianhu. Just as he was about to leave, his heart suddenly moved, his spiritual consciousness opened up, and he carefully realized the spiritual energy here, and found that the spiritual energy around him was rotating, and there were traces of gathering towards Tianhu.

The terrain in this... actually has the effect of absorbing qi. Over time, will it become a blessing in the cave?

very good!

Yue Buqun smiled and circled around Tianhu again, remembering the trends of the mountains and rivers here, and remembering the curves of the rivers. After slapping Xiao Hei and continuing to go south.

It was drizzling in front of it, and the winter rain was wet and cold, but it did not affect Yue Buqun's interest. His spiritual sense moved, and his spiritual sense was scattered in the rain, and the information of the rain entered his heart.

The rainwater is very clean and there is almost no dust. Such rainwater can be drunk directly and is also very beneficial for vegetation growth.

There is very little moisture outside here, so it should be that the water vapor evaporated from the lake below condenses into rain. A relatively complete ecological cycle seems to have been built.

The plateau is really suitable for living.

Soon, Yue Buqun noticed a river winding southward and signaled Xiao Hei to follow him. In just a quarter of an hour, he saw the small river flowing into a big river. A town was exposed in the north bank of the upper reaches of the river, hidden by the woods.

The town is not small, comparable to the size of the ordinary prefectures in the Central Plains.

I think it must be Lhasa!

Yue Buqun signaled Xiao Hei to descend and turned east. As soon as he turned over the estuary of the river, a few Buddhist chants came from the mountain on the left, and a monk in yellow came over the sky.

Yue Buqun's spiritual consciousness swept away, and he didn't care too much. His strength was comparable to that of the Qi Transformation Period, and he was the realm of the monk in Shaolin.

“%￥%…&%*&”

The monk in yellow looked a little arrogant and a little afraid. He looked at the huge big black man and stared at Yue Buqun and said a few words.

Yue Buqun was a little helpless and said, "Can you speak Chinese?"

The monk in yellow looked unexpected and opened his mouth and said a few more words.

Yue Buqun was a little impatient. He felt that the monk could speak Chinese, but he was talking nonsense here and shouted, "If you can't speak, just get out if you can't speak!"

The sound was shaken with spiritual power and instantly roared in the valley and rivers. The beasts and birds in the jungle below were alarmed and scattered everywhere. Dozens of monks in yellow roared from the trees in the mountains to the north, all of whom looked at them angrily.

The monk in yellow was furious and shouted, "Han people, this is a place for living Buddhas to meditate, so how can you be arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took off a Buddhist bead on his chest and raised his hand and whispered it.

"boom……"

A huge whistling sounded out of thin air, and a hurricane formed in an instant in the valley, rotating towards Yue Buqun quickly.

The hurricane was more than ten feet in diameter, and instantly rolled five or six birds near it, with flesh and blood flying and feathers scattering, adding a bit of bloody smell out of thin air.

Yue Buqun's eyes fell on the hurricane, but the Buddhist beads had crossed a hundred feet of space and appeared in front of Yue Buqun's eyes.

Yue Buqun's spiritual consciousness swept away, instantly cut off the spiritual consciousness attached to the Buddhist beads of the yellow monk, and shouted: "Shut!"

The Buddhist bead, which was silently walking, but carrying extremely heavy power, stopped three feet in front of Yue Buqun, motionless.

The spinning hurricane in the air that was intended to confuse Yue Buqun stopped and dissipated with a puff.

Yue Buqun reached out to take down the Buddhist beads, and swept his spiritual sense, it was just a wooden bead with a little spiritual power.

The monk in yellow lost control of the Buddhist beads when his head hurts. He was shocked and saw that his Buddhist beads were taken away, he shouted angrily: "Bold!"

Yue Buqun glanced at him and saw that his clothes were luxurious. He probably had been used to being domineering for a long time. He actually wanted to show off his power in front of him. He threw it away and shouted, "Take it a broken thing!"

The Buddhist beads were thrown out of Yue Buqun's hand, and it flashed over a hundred feet in the sky, hitting the chest of the monk in yellow. With a "bang", the Buddhist beads paused, slipped down from the monk in yellow, and fell into the Lhasa River.

The monk in yellow could not react at all. He felt that the other party raised his hand and the Buddhist bead had reached his chest, his whole body was shocked, and an irresistible huge force came to his body.

"boom"

The soul was buzzing and messy, and it was impossible to concentrate on dealing with it. A severe pain hit my heart and instantly drowned his mind.

His body did not react at all and fell head-on.

"ah……"

“￥##%￥…￥…%￥@#%￥…”

Dozens of yellow-clothed monks standing on the top of the tree exclaimed, saying something like "The master fell down."
Chapter completed!