Chapter 1102

"Brother Huang, wait until the moon comes out, and you'll know."

Zhu Jia smiled and did not bother to explain further.

At present, after waiting for the disciples of Zhuge Shennong Sect, as well as the other Six Ghosts of the Yellow River, to come up.

After the crowd discussed for a while, they ordered some disciples to stay here on guard.

The other disciples, together with Zhu Jia, Hearing Gai Nie, and the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River, headed toward the center of that deep valley.

It looked as if that Shan Sect was right before their eyes, but when they actually set out, it really wasn't far at all.

Fortunately, this deep valley was not like Shenshan, and was considerably easier to traverse.

The group spent another two hours before barely arriving near the great gate.

Before they could even reach the great gate, they saw a group of people dressed as grassland barbarians suddenly blocking the road.

"The treasure here belongs to our Tuboguo Sect Prince Zongzan of the Tuboguo Sect. If you know what's good for you, get lost!"

These grassland people were extremely overbearing, and spoke without the slightest courtesy.

The Tuboguo Sect was one of the many small nations upon the Nine Provinces.

It happened to be wedged between Great Qin, Great Han, Great Yuan, and Great Tang.

Because the nation's terrain was extremely high, the whole of it sat upon a single plateau.

Therefore, whether it was Great Qin, Great Han, Great Yuan, or Great Tang, none had ever sent troops to conquer this nation.

A prince of the Tuboguo Sect, compared to these great imperial courts, naturally amounted to nothing.

But for the Jianghu people who had come here to seek treasure, he was truly not someone to be provoked.

The disciples of Zhuge Shennong Sect had originally been furious at seeing these barbarians blocking the path.

But after hearing them announce their Zibaojia Sect, they were instead so startled that they did not dare to act rashly.

Even the master of Zhuge Shennong Sect, Zhu Jia, at this moment also had an expression that looked extremely unpleasant.

A prince of the Tuboguo Sect, Zhu Jia naturally was not very afraid of.

But to make enemies for no reason was truly unwise.

Suddenly he saw that behind these grassland barbarians, near the great gate, there were quite a few Wu Lin people present.

Including that Young Master Murong and his four great generals, all of whom were among them.

Zhu Jia glanced at one of his trusted and quick-witted disciples; the disciple immediately understood and stepped forward to question them,

"Fellow heroes, we have come from afar and truly have important matters at stake. Please do us the favor."

"Scram!"

The grassland barbarian brute paid no heed to such humble words, and bellowed a single character.

"If you won't let us approach, then why do you let them in?"

This trusted disciple asked again.

"Hmph! What sort of status are you people? How dare you compare yourselves with these Wu Lingaoshou?"

A grassland barbarian gave a disdainful smile.

"It's simple! If you can defeat the few of us, you may naturally go in and seek the treasure."

Another grassland barbarian said arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jia could not help but laugh.

These few grassland barbarians had rough hands and thick limbs, with coarse joints—clearly they cultivated hard-body Wu Gong.

Moreover, their breathing was heavy and their footsteps unsteady.

Clearly they had not yet trained to the realm of from-outside-to-inside.

Such hard-body martial artists, at best, possessed the combat power of a first-rate expert, and at most were merely at the Grandmaster level.

What did Zhu Jia have to fear?

At present he glanced at Old Five, signaling for him to go and challenge them.

It happened that Old Five of the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River also practiced hard-body Wu Gong.

His strength had already reached the Grandmaster level.

To deal with these few grassland barbarians was not all that difficult.

At this time the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River were being driven by Zhu Jia; Old Five, after seeing Huang Laosi nod,

immediately stepped forward, cupped his fist, and said,

"Good! Then let me come and witness your Gao Zhao."

Having said this, Old Five threw a punch, aiming straight for the face of the leading grassland barbarian.

This punch had no flourishes whatsoever, and there was no follow-up change behind it.

Just as Old Five's punch was about to land, the grassland barbarian finally reacted.

In a panic he raised an arm to block Old Five's punch.

Old Five smiled, confident that victory was in his grasp.

After all, this man had not even reached the realm of from-outside-to-inside, and naturally could not achieve power arising from the heart.

In this way, having seized the initiative, the other's force had not yet arrived—how could he block him?

At once he exerted force again; the power of this punch had already reached twelve tenths.

"Boom!"

With a tremendous crash, Old Five suddenly felt a colossal force transmitted from the grassland barbarian's palm.

"Impossible…"

Old Five was startled and tried to withdraw his force.

But the grassland barbarian's power, like a rushing river, surged toward Old Five.

The tremendous force struck Old Five, breaking even that arm of his, and sent him flying sideways.

886 — aren't you tired of living?

This time Old Five was sent flying, no longer like the last time when he had been blasted away by Hearing Gai Nie.

Not only was his entire body hurled more than ten zhang away, every sinew and bone in him was shattered, nearly putting him to death.

"Who dares to provoke us, the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River…"

Huang Laosi, at this point, was actually already getting numb scalp, after all, whoever could beat Old Five to such a state would be delivering himself to the chopping board if he faced them.

But the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River, though their nickname didn't sound pleasant, were in truth men who valued affection and loyalty.

At the critical juncture of life and death, they would not shy away from danger and evil.

"Hmph!"

Behind those several grassland barbarian men, a burly man nine chi tall suddenly stood up.

His face was full of bristly whiskers, a faceful of slab-like flesh.

Yet he wore gold and silver on his body, looking extremely out of place.

"Your Highness…"

The moment he appeared, those several grassland barbarian men immediately bowed and saluted.

It turned out this man was actually Prince Zongzan of the Tubo Kingdom.

Could it be that he had just covertly exerted force, and covertly attacked Old Five?

Even though Huang Laosi was still more afraid, at this moment he still questioned Prince Zongzan,

"Was it you who just made a move and covertly harmed my brother?

When have we martial artists of the Nine Provinces ever been so despicable, to covertly wound people?"

In fact, martial artists of the Nine Provinces, regardless of their cultivation level, in fights and duels could be said to stop at nothing.

But the strike that sent Old Five flying was indeed close to a sneak attack.

At least, with the strength of the one who launched the sneak attack, dealing with Old Five did not require using the body of a grassland barbarian man as cover.

Yet he had done precisely that.

By the standards of the orthodox ways of the jianghu, it was indeed somewhat lacking in moral code.

"Hmph!"

Prince Zongzan snorted coldly once more, saying,

"Where did you little ghost come from? If you keep yapping, this prince will clean you up with one palm strike too.

Scram!

The treasure here belongs to our Tubo Kingdom now."