Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"It's mine, it's mine!"

"It's my arm!"

"Hahaha!"

Broken arm is too important to Guergen!

The tenth rank of Houtian pays attention to polishing the body, and one of the ranks is to temper the right arm. The lack of a right arm means that a person can only practice up to the ninth rank of Houtian. One person succeeds.

Even if Gurgen was born with supernatural power, he didn't have the slightest confidence in it.

But now that I have found a broken arm, as long as I find a doctor to help me connect it before its vitality dissipates, I can still practice to the tenth rank of Houtian, and the probability of being promoted to Xiantian has also increased by more than ten times!

"Haha! Dead old man, Jiang Qingyu, you all just wait for me, today's humiliation will be repaid a hundred times in the future!"

Gurgan laughed loudly.

But the sound of laughter seemed very strange in the mountains and forests at night, and it sounded scarier than howling ghosts and wolves.

Suddenly, Guergen fixed his eyes on the white-robed masked man:

"Who are you?"

"Why is there my broken arm?"

His first guess was that the man in the white robe mask was Jiang Shan who cut off his right arm.

But as we all know, Jiang Shan has a broken arm, but this one in front of him has both healthy arms.

Furthermore, flying alone in the sky for such a long time, I am afraid that even the second-rank Haoyue Realm of innate would not be able to do it, right?

But if the white-robed masked person is the innate third-grade Luminous Sun Realm, then things are even more elusive.

According to Gurgen's knowledge, there is only King Rejecting the North in the entire royal city. Judging from his impression of King Rejecting the North at the celebration banquet outside the city today, the man in the white robe and mask in front of him is different in figure and temperament. Big picture!

But judging from the living conditions mentioned by this person...

[-] iron cavalry are in line with the character of the King of the North.

"My lord is the one who rejects the North Palace?"

"The prince sent you to help me?"

Because the king of Jubei helped him cut off the four iron chains that had tied his hands and feet for more than ten years, Gurgen had a lot of affection for this king of Chu with a different surname.

If the other party is really from the palace, then this time, he has already owed the King of the North twice.

"If my lord belongs to the prince, I will agree to your request!"

"Let's not talk about [-] iron cavalry, even [-], I'll try my best to get the prince together!"

Gurgan's code of conduct is simple:

To be a man, you must repay your kindness and revenge.

However, the white-robed masked man's tone is very tight, and it is not so easy for people to guess the history:

"You don't have much time to think about it."

"I only have dozens of numbers."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

"stop!"

Gurgen was also a decisive person. Before the other party finished shouting ten numbers, he picked up the jade bottle and poured a pill into his mouth.

Then, he took out the scimitar, bit the handle with his mouth, and cut off a little finger of his left hand:

"Your Excellency helped me avoid Hua Man Lou's killer at the inn, which already saved my life, and then helped me find my broken arm, which can also be counted as saving my life!"

"No matter who the lord is, I, Guergen, owe you two lives!"

"My lord said that my Guergen's life is worth [-] iron cavalry, and for the kindness of my two lives, I will count you [-] iron cavalry!"

As soon as this remark came out, the white-robed masked man couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

What a...cute, silly guy.

Next time we meet, if this young master picks

"Forget it, let me help you again."

call--

The masked man in the white robe waved his sleeves, and a gust of cold wind blew past.

The cold wind was like a sharp blade, tearing open the wound on Gurgen's right shoulder.

Immediately, the blood was dripping, and the fishy smell caused many nocturnal animals to howl.

"Put the severed arm on."

he ordered.

Seeing this scene, Guergen vaguely guessed what the other party wanted, and quickly followed the instructions to attach the severed arm to the wound.

The masked man in white robe waved out a few spells.

In an instant, the bones torn apart by the sword energy began to grow again, and the skin and flesh also squirmed and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Guergen only felt that his heart had stopped beating, and he didn't dare to breathe hard, his eyes were fixed on his right arm, and his eyelids didn't even blink!

After a while, he saw that his severed arm and shoulder had been joined together!

Guergen couldn't believe it, and tried to wave his right arm.

It didn't take long for him to be sure that his right arm had indeed been attached, although it was still painful and unaccustomed!

"Such a method must be the third grade of innate!"

"The old priest of the second innate level in Wangting's tribe must not be able to help people connect broken arms in such a short period of time!"

Guergen's face was full of astonishment and surprise.

Reconnecting a broken arm is not difficult. The old priest on the grassland and the old military doctor in the Chu army can easily do it.

But according to their method, it will not only take several months, but also must be assisted by precious medicinal materials, it is impossible to understate it like the white robe mask man.

The vitality on the broken arm is limited, and every lost one will reduce the probability of Guergen's promotion to innate in the future.

When he got the severed arm, he was already prepared to lose half of his vitality. After all, it would take at least four or five days to return to the grassland from Wangcheng.

But the man in the white robe mask opened his eyes!

Guergen didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he could only kneel down on one knee towards the masked man in white robe:

"I, Guergen, will always remember your kindness!"

"I swear in the name of the God of the Grassland, the swords and arrows of Gurgen and his subordinates will never be aimed at you, you can get my eternal gratitude and friendship!"

The man in the white robe mask sneered, the expression under the mask was not unexpected, but also a bit regretful.

Damn, who said Gurgen was stupid?I am the first to be anxious with him!

This oath is obviously very shrewd!

but……

He never thought that he was the kind of tiger who could make people swear to follow the Chosen One who would never betray, so he was already prepared for this.

"I don't believe in any grassland gods, and your oath is not enough to impress me."

"I only believe in the poison in the jade bottle, it will always remind you not to be my enemy."

Guergen lowered his head so that no one could see his expression:

"Yes, but I will remember my oath! Men on the grassland will never betray the god of the grassland!"

The masked man in white robe still has a cold attitude:

"you can go now."

"Take your little finger, too."

Guergen obediently picked up his little finger, then grinned, and ate it directly in front of the white-robed masked man to prove his sincerity.

This is also a custom of the Di people, and all men on the grassland are like this.

"It's really... a boring habit."

Seeing this scene, the masked man in white robe couldn't help but complain.

Guergen raised his head slightly, and after connecting the broken arm, the previous decadence has been swept away.

At this moment, he became the man who was full of ambitions for the grassland again.

But when facing the masked man in white robe, he will still not forget to maintain humility and respect:

"May I ask, what should I call my lord?"

"And how should I contact you?"

The man in white robe stood with his hands behind his back, and a hoarse voice came from under the mask:

"I'm from hell."

"You can call me Yan Luo."

Chapter No.16 Underreporting Military Merit

"Hell, Yan Luo..."

Guergen murmured several times, but he still couldn't remember that there was a force called "Hell" in Jianghu, and an innate third-rank master nicknamed "Yan Luo".

He secretly decided that when he returned to the grassland, he must find someone to find out the origin of this force!

Even though this person has great kindness to him, he treats all things as one thing, and anyone who is poisoned by a poison whose name he doesn't even know will not be indifferent.

The masked man in white robe seemed to see through Guergen's thoughts, and reminded:

"The poison on your body won't take effect within a year. After a year, if you have made enough fame on the grassland, I will send someone to contact you with a partial antidote."

"You don't need to spend a lot of time investigating the origin of the underworld. Even if you get in touch with other people in this organization by chance, it's useless. I formulated the poison, and only I can detoxify it."

Guergen hurriedly lowered his head and assured:

"Don't dare."

At this moment, he realized the helplessness of the weak.

In front of a strong person of the innate third grade Luminous Sun Realm, any mental means are futile.

As for the man in the white robe mask, he knew very well in his heart that even though Gurgen said he didn't dare, he would definitely dare when he returned to the grassland.

But he didn't care.

Because the poison he prepared was not to poison the body, but to kill the soul. Apart from washing the soul with the magic method recorded in the "Dream Sutra", there is no cure at all.

"Gurgen, I have a doubt."

"Please, sir."

"How did you get captured by Jiang Qingjian? The Qingjian Battalion under his command are all elites. A thousand riders can be worth five thousand Di people's miscellaneous army. Your tribe has less than 2 people and less than three soldiers. Qian, how could there be a conflict with him?"

Guergen scratched his head, with the same puzzled expression:

"Actually, I'm not very clear about the situation at the time."

"About half a month ago, the old priest in the tribe heard the news that Jiang Qingjian led the Qingjian Battalion to kill and plunder on the grassland. It was unstoppable. It was about to kill our tribe, my damn Father was terribly afraid, so he discussed with the leaders of several nearby tribes, and decided that each tribe would send out a few people to gather a 3000-man army, and I would be the commander to stop the Green Sword Battalion."

"The 3000 people under my command and I were dragged onto the battlefield in less than five days. Most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and less than 500 of them were cavalrymen. Armor, bow and arrow, and scimitar."

"So when we ran into the Green Sword Battalion, it was no accident that we faced a massacre with great disparity in strength."

"I saw the grasslands were stained red with blood, vultures were flapping their wings on the corpses, everyone was dead, except for me, only a hundred or so cavalrymen left the battlefield in the first time in the chaos, and they saved their lives .”

"If I didn't identify myself as the sixth prince of the tribe, I might have been hacked to death as well."

Guergen's tone was a little sad, but he didn't blame himself much.

After all, according to the tradition of Beidi, it is worth celebrating to exchange the lives of three thousand old, weak, sick and disabled for the continuation of several tribes.

Those tribes in the past did the same.