Chapter 1139 Tracking
Meng Zhaozi didn't know that the person he planned was in the middle of Hushan like him, and as planned, he took Ji Rushuang, a big belly, braved the wind, snow, and frost, and searched for traces of the Danchi clan's activities.
At the beginning, I went to several locations recorded on the map, but unfortunately they were all abandoned and there were no people for a long time, so Meng Zhao and the others had to continue to go deep into Hushan.
During this process, the dragon Xiaojiu swallowed ferocious beasts in Hushan. The dragon walked in the forest, which was even more powerful and domineering than the tiger. Its strength grew very fast, and it also developed the ferociousness that Meng Zhao expected.
After enjoying the fun, he quickly caught up with Meng Zhao and Ji Rushuang, used his large and small powers to restrain his huge body, turned into a black belt, and silently wrapped around Meng Zhao's waist.
He and Meng Zhao have a spiritual contract, and they are in harmony with each other. The unique method of tracking the senses of pure blood beasts also makes it easy to find Meng Zhao.
Along the way, the dangers encountered began to increase gradually. If someone else was involved, they might fall. After all, there was still a woman who was dragging her back. If you were not careful, you would be implicated.
That is, Meng Zhao, a hexagonal warrior, has no shortcomings, and has reached a limit in the innate realm. With the unique vigilance of Jiaolong Xiaojiu, the two of them can be safe and worry-free all the way.
But it also scared Ji Rushuang a lot.
On the ninth day after the two entered the mountain, they set out early in the morning to find an activity base deeper in Mount Hu. When they approached their destination, although there was wind and snow, they could still clearly hear someone talking.
The wind and snow roared, and the sound was intermittent, looming, but it was by no means a illusion.
Ji Rushuang's whole body was wrapped in a thick cotton suit, wearing a felt hat on her head, and her fair and beautiful face was covered by a thick scarf. After hearing the sound from afar, she listened carefully with her ears on her side, and then excitedly grabbed Meng Zhao's arm.
"It's Danchiyu, it's Danchiyu. We've found the right place. My father and the others must be in this Hushan. It's great, I finally found them!"
Ji Rushuang felt so sad. Her husband's family was killed by the whole family, leaving her alone and alone, leaving her with a big belly in this world to survive, but she was still the kind of thing that was in danger.
Fortunately, Meng Zhao saw that she was valuable and always protected her, but she was not the kind that she held in her palms to care for.
Look, he could take a pregnant woman deep into the dangerous mountains everywhere, and you will know that Meng Zhao still uses Ji Rushuang most, and may have some pity, but definitely not much.
Based on this premise, Ji Rushuang was indeed eager to find her father and her ethnic group. The longer the time delayed, the more unfavorable it was for her. After all, Meng Zhao's patience may not be exhausted at any time, and if she is abandoned in the Hushan Mountains at present, she will definitely die.
Fortunately, the sky did not continue to treat her poor woman, and finally gave her a glimmer of hope.
As long as she finds her own tribe, she will have a support. Even if Meng Zhao is not reliable, she will have the possibility of continuing to survive.
Meng Zhao's ears were not comparable to Ji Rushuang, and he could hear them more clearly, but he was a little confused about the so-called Dan Chi words and did not hear them very clearly.
Although it can be roughly related to the words of Middle Earth, the subtle vocabulary and pronunciation of words have changed, and the speed of speech is fast, just like Cantonese in Mandarin, you can barely listen to it, but you can't understand it if you are serious.
But it’s good to not understand. Not understanding means they have found the right place. There are really Danchi people living in this mountain. If there are no accidents, they will be Ji Rushuang’s tribe members.
However, although Meng Zhao heard it vaguely and didn't understand the meaning, he could feel that the few people who spoke were very angry and had a loud voice, as if he was scolding someone.
"No, I guess your tribe is in trouble. Come with me quickly."
Meng Zhao pulled Ji Rushuang's palm and rubbed it out a circle of shock waves on the spot. The explosion of snow broke into fine powder, and the hard frozen soil under the snow layer was also trampled into fine cracks. The sudden explosion made the two of them as fast as arrows, breaking through the heavy wind and snow barriers, and heading towards the world behind the deep slope...
On a mountain that looks like a cowshed, a group of men wearing animal leather and cotton coats, tall and mighty figures, and generally fierce and fierce auras, showed off their excellent weapons and fought against one person.
These men are numerous, and roughly count, there are about thirty, and their weapons are also diverse. Some hold swords, some use spears, some carry arrows, and some use hammers, but they all have a relatively obvious feature, that is, there is a sky blue cloth belt tied on the forehead, and the center of the cloth belt is aimed at the position above the center of the eyebrows. A trident is drawn, which is the symbol of a group.
These people are all fierce and fierce. They are generally tall and have rough skin, but they are tough and upright as if they are like rocks. They are tough and upright without changing their color without changing their wind and rain.
In addition, they have amazing bodies and extraordinary physical strength. They carry surging qi and blood, and contain unparalleled power. Not to mention tearing tigers and leopards, they are not much different. Obviously, they are all good men who practice martial arts.
This is the Danchi clan member who is famous in Liangzhou, with millions of tribes, and can be called the overlord of one place.
The one who confronted these dozens of great men was also a mighty man.
He is not very tall, and he is more than half a head shorter than the taller ones of those Danchi men.
His appearance is not outstanding, his facial features are mediocre, and when he is pieced together, he does not have any chemical effects. He is still the kind of ordinary that cannot be found when thrown into a push.
His clothes were also very simple, and he did not wear cotton coats. Instead, he just draped a simple coarse linen shirt on his body, looking very down and even feeling poor.
Of course, the most obvious sign is that this person has a big bald head like a braised egg. Although it is not dazzling in this snowy day, it is still unforgettable.
A man with an ordinary figure, a plain appearance, and a bald head is really nothing unusual, at most a bit strange in shape.
But, when he faced dozens of warriors of the Danchi clan alone, he had no tendency to be short-lived and weak. Instead, he felt a sense of domineering and pressed against these warriors of the Danchi clan step by step.
At some point, Meng Zhao and Ji Rushuang had already arrived silently behind a large rock outside the venue, next to it, a rock wall was enough to block the wind, snow and sight.
Seeing this scene, Ji Rushuang felt mixed feelings. Looking at the bald man with an ordinary appearance, he showed a hint of fear and hatred on his face.
Unlike Zeng Qian, who was bald, although she hated her, she was not afraid, but she was different from this person, and fear occupied more.
Meng Zhao sighed and sighed. Martial arts is really a good thing, completely widening the gap between people.
Chapter completed!