Chapter 464

Walking with Wang Zheng in the mountains and forests, Fei Xiong looked at Gu Xiaoyuan and asked, "where is Wang Zheng taking us?"

"Just follow me." although Wang Zheng didn't say where he was going, Gu Xiaoyuan could probably guess.

It was getting dark gradually. Fei Xiong was tired and sat down on the ground. Although he was born as a special soldier, his physical strength could not carry this kind of mountain rush for a day without rest.

"Take a break. If marcidri hadn't fooled me, we wouldn't be far from our destination."

When Wang Zheng spoke, Gu Xiaoyuan came up and looked at Wang Zheng and asked in a deep voice, "the old woman told you about the settlement of 100 ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang?"

"What do you think?" Wang Zheng's destination this time is the 100 ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang. Before, the people in 100 poison Valley and blood Gu village stared too hard at themselves. It's almost impossible to find the 100 ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang. Now the three southern forces are deadlocked with the strength of Huawai territory, which just makes Wang Zheng find this loophole.

"Wang Zheng, the 100 ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang are no better than the three major forces in southern Xinjiang. They have been isolated from the world for a long time, making their living habits closer to savages. They don't like to contact outsiders. If you go so rashly, I'm afraid it will attract hostility."

Wang Zheng has long expected hostility, but three of the other four restricted areas are in the hands of the 100 nationalities. Another restricted area also needs the strength of the 100 nationalities to find, so it is necessary to face the 100 nationalities.

"Don't worry, we can't. let's retreat first."

After resting for more than an hour, Fei Xiong stood up tremblingly, walked to Wang Zheng and said with a wry smile, "I have no problem."

Fei Xiong's heart is now full of depression. When it comes to physical fitness, he is second to none in the special forces. When he was performing tasks abroad, his physical strength was inferior to that of foreign special forces. Who knows that he has no face compared with Wang Zheng today.

The three people shuttled through the dense forest again. They didn't know how long they had run. Looking up, it was the middle of the moon. At this time, Wang Zheng and Gu Xiaoyuan stopped. Fei Xiong stopped and felt that his legs were soft, his face was numb, and he breathed the air. During the long run, Fei Xiong felt that he was about to die of hypoxia.

Through the dense forest, Wang Zheng saw a small village at the foot of a nearby valley. The most primitive torches were still used in the village. There was a high wooden fence outside the village. Scattered people yawned and chatted in the watchtower next to the fence.

"This is where the 100 ethnic groups live?" Wang Zheng looked at the village below with some surprise. The village is not big. How can the 100 ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang say that there must be hundreds of thousands of people, but now it seems that 200000 will die.

"Wang Zheng, the people living here should be ordinary people of 100 nationalities, and the people who really have the ability should be in another place." Gu Xiaoyuan just glanced at the style of the village below and knew that all the people living here are ordinary people.

Wang Zheng frowned. From masidri's mouth, Wang Zheng only knew such a place. It would be difficult to say that the person he was looking for was not here.

After pondering for a long time, Wang Zhengcai sneered and said, "since we can't find them, let them come to us!"

Gu Xiaoyuan was stunned. Wang Zheng had slid down the hillside. This time, Wang Zheng was not sneaking. The yin-yang Qi covered the dignity and fell all the way. All the surrounding trees were washed away by the yin-yang Qi. Even the blind people on guard saw such a big movement.

"Enemy attack!" with a roar, the lights of the village suddenly lit up. A large number of villagers rushed out with hoes, sickles and simple tools, staring at Wang Zheng sliding down the hillside.

"Boom!" Wang Zheng didn't even stop when he came down from the slope. He directly smashed the wooden fence, rushed into the crowd, and the Yin and Yang spread. Those civilians who were ready to do it just felt as if their bodies were fixed and couldn't move.

"Who knows where the masters of the hundred nationalities are?" Wang Zheng glanced at the civilians in front of him. To tell the truth, the living standards of these people are really not very good. They are all dressed in rags, yellow and skinny. They look malnourished, but it's strange that their living standards are still at the normal level.

"Damn outsider, the gods won't let you go!" a skinny young man in his twenties stared at Wang Zheng and roared. Wang Zheng looked at him and giggled. Unexpectedly, the master of 100 nationalities in southern Xinjiang gave himself the title of a God.

"Hey, unfortunately, I'm here to find the gods in your mouth. Do you have a way to find them?"

"The gods are the patrons of the mountain. They have always lived in these 100000 mountains. We don't know how to contact the patrons. Please show mercy!" at this time, a thin and dry old man came out of the crowd. When the village names saw the old people coming out, they stepped back and lowered their heads.

Wang Zheng looked at the behavior of these villagers, and Wang Zheng sneered in his heart. It seems that the old man has a high status here.

In fact, the old man is the one who is responsible for contacting the experts of 100 nationalities. The three forces want to contact the experts of 100 nationalities through the old man in front of them, so when they see Wang Zheng's means, the old man knows that he is the one who is looking for the experts of 100 nationalities again.

"It seems that you know the patron saint in your mouth better than they do. Then tell me how to find those guys." Wang Zheng has no time to blind BB here. Ten stars will explode soon. He must find a master of 100 nationalities before trouble comes.

The old man was silent for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "I can help you try to contact the patrons, but before that, please be merciful and let go of the villagers present."

Wang Zheng didn't intend to embarrass these people. Since there is a way to contact the experts of 100 nationalities, there is no need to embarrass these ordinary people.

"Old Gu, I'll leave it to you. I'll go with the old man to find a master of 100 nationalities." Wang Zheng left Gu Xiaoyuan and Fei Xiong and followed the old man to the depths of the village.

In the depths of the village stands a strange stone carving, which is more than ten meters high and depicts all kinds of animal patterns. Although it is only ordinary stone pillars, Wang Zheng vaguely feels an inexplicable threat from these stone pillars.

"This stone pillar is the same as the transmission stone pillar of the three restricted areas!" Wang Zheng wound the stone pillar with Yin and Yang. The ice cold feeling fed back is the same as that of the stone pillar transmitted by the restricted areas, which makes Wang Zheng wonder what the relationship between the 100 ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang and the broken world is and why they have the ability to control these stone pillars. Are they the remnant of the incomplete world?

Wang Zheng was wondering, but the old man was silently talking about something. A moment later, the yellow fluorescence from the unearthed stone column began to appear, and gradually an illusory face appeared in front of the old man and Wang Zheng.

"Village head domi, I said nothing would disturb our cultivation!" he said in a very unhappy tone.

The old man pointed to Wang Zheng with a wry smile and respectfully said, "your honor, this person has something to find you. It's not that we disturb him for no reason."

When the old man pointed to Wang Zheng, the illusory face noticed Wang Zheng. After a long silence, his face dropped a sentence: "Mr. Wang Zheng, please wait a moment."