From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

The place where the Tibetan Sea Flower is located is some distance away from the Kangbalo tribe. If ordinary people go forward in the uninhabited area when the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, they may not be able to walk for long, and if they are not careful, they may fall off the edge of the steep mountain.

The ruggedness of the Motuo no-man's land is not just talk. There are many mountains and gullies here, and you can only climb on the rock walls. It is not impossible to move forward, but it will be very dangerous because the snow is too thick. You never know when you will step on air and fall down, and your life will be swallowed up by the mountains here.

The porters who are familiar with this place will only enter here in the right season. The route they take is the one brought by their ancestors, and they can even get lost in the deep heart of Motuo if they are not careful.

Zhang Qiling carried Mo Jiu on his back and walked on the thick snow as if he was walking on flat ground. He was very fast and could shrink the earth by ten feet with one step. He was very skilled in this art and left no footprints wherever he passed.

Mo Jiu lay on his back, urging Zhang Qiling to go faster, or he could fly.

The noisy look made Zhang Qiling frown and pat Mo Jiu's butt before he calmed down.

Then Mo Jiu could only lean his head on Zhang Qiling's shoulder out of boredom, stretching out his little hands to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, and asking from time to time if they had arrived.

Zhang Qiling was somewhat helpless. He was now using his spiritual power to travel. If he walked like an ordinary person, in this place, it would be good if he could walk two or three kilometers a day.

If he were to fly, the speed would be too fast. There are too many mountains and heavy snow here, so the chance of crashing into a mountain is very high.

After walking for about half a day, Zhang Qiling carried Mo Jiu on his back and arrived at a huge amber lake, which appeared in front of them like a gem.

"It's so beautiful!" Mo Jiu leaned forward and looked at the incredibly beautiful scenery with sparkling eyes.

"We're ready!" Zhang Qiling looked at the buildings on the mountain on the other side of the lake and walked onto the lake.

"The environment here is so harsh, how do people here survive?" Mo Jiu asked curiously. Humans are not like them who can practice fasting.

Zhang Qiling looked at the snow-capped peaks around him. "They are self-sufficient. For two or three months every summer and autumn, when the mountain roads here are easy to walk on, they will go to the outside world to exchange for the supplies they need."

It has to be said that since raising Mo Jiu, Zhang Qiling, who used to be a useless person and didn't care much about the outside world except for some things, has started to master everything.

"Then why don't they move out into the outside world?"

“They have a mission here.”

"Same as the Zhang family?"

Zhang Qiling nodded. The Kangbalo tribe was an ally of the Zhang family. They helped the Zhang family guard the secret of the Himalayan Bronze Door, and the Zhang family also helped the Kangbalo tribe do certain things.

"Oh! That's caused by the mysterious way of heaven again!" Mo Jiu lay back down without interest and yawned. If he had known it would be boring, he would not have followed.

Zhang Qiling quickly crossed the lake and continued walking inside. There was a canyon with several people hiding nearby.

Zhang Qiling knew it a long time ago, but didn't say anything until he reached the end of the canyon, under a seven-story temple built in the air.

When he was about to go up to the temple, there was a gunshot from behind.

But Zhang Qiling reacted very quickly. He jumped onto the wooden stairs next to him and looked coldly at the person who shot him.

The shot landed where Zhang Qiling had just stood, and gravel flew up.

But when the man saw that he was discovered, he no longer hid himself and just stood up. There were a few clicks of the bolt of the gun, followed by a series of gunshots, and all the bullets hit the stairs.

Zhang Qiling dodged the bullets with several jumps, but did not fight back.

Mo Jiu, who had just squinted his eyes, shrugged his body, stuck his head out again and looked at the attacker.

After rubbing his hands together, a small golden bean appeared in Mo Jiu's palm and quietly bounced towards the man in the blue Tibetan robe.

"Snapped!"

There was the sound of a gunshot hitting the ground, and the man in the blue Tibetan robe was obviously stunned, not understanding how he was hit by a hidden weapon.

But he also immediately realized that this person was not an ordinary person, and he was not an easy character to deal with. But that was also true. How could he be a simple person to be able to walk here safely with a child on his back in the snowy mountain?

Zhang Qiling looked at the little golden beans that fell into the snow and squinted his eyes. This little Qilin is not easy to raise! Unlike the Pixiu, which only takes in but does not give out, this is just a wasteful beast.

The man in the blue Tibetan robe squatted down instantly and held the gun in his hand.

But Zhang Qiling escaped directly from the height, stepped hard on the shoulder of the man in the blue Tibetan robe, and instantly forced him to his knees on the ground.

Mo Jiu hooked her foot and kicked the gun out of his hand, then caught it with one hand.

"Another toy gun." Mo Jiu said excitedly, holding up the gun.

Zhang Qiling turned his waist, but did not clamp the man's head with his feet. He just kicked his head lightly and fell to the ground.

His movements were so light that it seemed like a piece of cake for Zhang Qiling.

But although it seemed like a light kick, the man in the blue Tibetan robe also felt dizzy, but this man should be a warrior of the tribe, with amazing physical skills and strong awareness.

He shook his head, took out his knife and attacked directly. A cold light immediately hit Zhang Qiling's face.

"Looking for death." Mo Jiu looked at him and continued to attack, snorting coldly.

Zhang Qiling tilted his head slightly to avoid the blade, but before he could kick, a small fist came out from behind Zhang Qiling's cheek and hit the man in blue Tibetan robe on the nose at an extremely fast speed.

The people hiding nearby didn't see who attacked, they only heard the dull sound of a fist hitting flesh.

The man in the blue Tibetan robe flew out, hit the stairs next to him, and fainted.

"Oh! Being invincible is so lonely. You flew out with just a little bit of strength! I'm so sorry!" Mo Jiu giggled and pinched his two little fingers to indicate the distance.

Well, maybe there is no distance, aren't these two little fingers tightly holding each other?