"This is Helian Ri of the Huyue tribe. Bol Yan didn't reply, and whispered to Lei Shaoxuan.

However, as the master, seeing that there was a conflict, Bo Eryan did not persuade him, but looked at it with a smile, as if everything had nothing to do with him, Lei Shaoxuan suddenly understood that Bo Eryan purely wanted to see the excitement, and he wished to make trouble.

"When a man conquers the earth on horseback, the sound of the iron hoof is the voice of a warrior, and the mouth is for drinking. On drinking, Borchon, is your mouth okay?"

When everyone present heard this, they immediately burst into laughter.

"The mouth is not good, isn't there still a stomach?"

"Isn't that the same as a wine barrel?" said Helan of the Helan tribe.

"You're so bad, how dare you say Borchon is a wine barrel?" said Boryan with a smile on his face.

Bolyan turned out to be a woman who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and fanned the flames, Lei Shaoxuan couldn't help but be secretly vigilant in his heart, and Lei Shaoxuan also understood that these people were all here for Timuran.

Unexpectedly, Timuran was so popular in the eyes of the young people of the Hu people, and even had the meaning of fighting for a sentence, so I couldn't help but worry a little about Timuran. These people have some special identities, almost all of them are talented and heroic people of various tribes, and they may hurt Timulan if they make trouble.

Lei Shaoxuan didn't know that it would be a strange thing if the banquet of the young people of the Hu tribe didn't cause some chaos.

Timulan also had a smile on her face, as if she didn't care, or was used to it.

Borchon was furious and pulled out his beard: "Who dares to say that I am a wine barrel?"

"It's not a barrel how to drink? I don't understand this at all? But I finally understand that you can't drink. If you can't do it, you can't do it, no one forces you to drink, so why bother to play tricks?"

"Yes, if you can't drink, no one will force you to drink, why are you pulling a knife in front of a beautiful woman?"

The tongue twisters were like mockery one after another, which made Borxiong unable to refute, and his face suddenly turned blue and white, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed and angry.

Borchon drew a knife in his hand and looked around, but he couldn't swing the knife, and he felt that he couldn't use it, and he squeezed out a few words with hatred.

"Didn't you say men rely on knives?"

"A man relies on a knife and a mouth, what kind of man is he if he can't drink?" Wushi Tianshan looked down on the stupid Borxiong and sneered.

"I'll give you ten horses and five women, do you dare?" said angrily, "Or continue to brag with your mouth?"

In the blink of an eye, the birthday banquet turned into a jealous and gambling conference, but Lei Shaoxuan found that Bo Eryan and Timulan were not unhappy at all, but watched with great interest.

Timulan had an expression on her face that she didn't care about herself, in fact, she knew clearly in her heart that the more she cared, the more she would add fuel to the fire.

"Bet. Helan lacked the way, "When it comes to knives, Helan warriors have never been afraid of anyone. ”

"I bet too!" said Helianri, "However, there is one condition, whoever loses is not allowed to give Timulan any more gifts." ”

The stakes changed in the blink of an eye.

When Timulan heard this, her face was a little angry: "You gamble and gamble, why are you involved with me?"

"Timulan is the most beautiful flower of the steppe, and only the bravest warriors are qualified to give gifts to Timuran. ”

Although Timulan protested, several young tribesmen could not stop him from echoing one after another.

Timulan's helpless appearance made Lei Shaoxuan feel a little angry in his heart, seeing that Timulan had no way to take these young people, he couldn't help it anymore.

"It turns out that the most beautiful flower of the steppe is only worth ten horses and five slave girls. Sister, I don't know how much warriors are worth, so many warriors compete for the most beautiful flowers, it seems that warriors are cheaper, if the warriors have ten horses and five female slaves one, let's buy a few and come back, okay?"

When Bolyan heard this, he snorted and said to Timuran: "I will also buy a few." ”

"No, it's a bit expensive. ”

Timulan smiled and said: "If a warrior is so expensive, and Helian Daddy likes money so much, knowing this price, he can't help but sell all the men of his tribe at once, what will the tribe do then?"

Father Helian was a well-known miserly miser, and when everyone heard this, they suddenly remembered that he had sold all the tribal men and hid in the tent to count the silver, and they couldn't help laughing.

Helianri's face was red with embarrassment, but he didn't dare to be angry with Timuran,

"He's not going to sell him for days, is he?" said Borchon.

"It's very likely that when you see gold and silver, Daddy Helian can even sell it himself. ”

Everyone made fun of Helian's father, Helian Ri pulled out his scimitar, and pointed at Borxiong, who was laughing the most, with some annoyance: "The warrior speaks with a knife, do you dare to come down?"

Borchon walked out, brandishing his scimitar, and sneered: "Be careful, little white face, it's not worth the price if you lose." ”

Helian Ri stood in a position, his scimitar pointed at Borchon, glaring angrily, and on guard.

Borchon is a famous swordsman, Helian Ri is also a famous warrior in the tribe, and he has never lost in tribal battles, but Helian Ri does not show off outside the tribe, so his reputation is not obvious.

Seeing that Helianri calmed down from his anger, and almost instantly perfectly combined his momentum, spirit, and posture to put on a strict posture, Borchon immediately understood that Helianri was a master.

Borchon still looked like he didn't care.

Suddenly, Borxiong raised his knife and rushed forward, and suddenly the empty door in his chest was opened, as if a huge flaw was exposed, but Helianri was unmoved, and still raised his knife to point at Borxiong,

Borchon just took a step, but suddenly stopped, and gently dropped the knife, Borchon's move was a bit like scaring a child, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter.

Helian Ri was still unmoved, which made Borchon a little surprised, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

The Hu people compete for power everywhere, and few people can be humiliated without getting angry, and if they retreat slightly, they will be looked down upon. When Bolchon fights with others, he often makes some humiliating moves first, taking advantage of the opponent's impetuousness and preemptively attacking.

Helianri was unmoved, as if he was a master, Borchon couldn't help but regain his spirits, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

Borxiong raised his knife and looked at Helianri, walked a few steps around Helianri, and when he saw this scene, the audience suddenly calmed down and looked at the two people intently.

Borxiong took out the knife first, shouted suddenly, and rushed towards Helianri, using the knife style of splitting the Tianshan Mountain, the scimitar faintly brought out the sound of wind and thunder, like nine heavens falling, and the knife sank like electricity, as if even the sky could be split,

The thunder of the knife is already a sign of the best master.

Everyone couldn't help but be a little excited, the Hu people fought every day, but there were not many opportunities to see the masters. Some people can't help but worry about Helianri, Helianri is handsome and beautiful, and he has the hearts of some beauties.

The light of the knife roared like a shadow and lightning, Helian Ri did not dodge, nor did he shelf, took a step back, and suddenly used all his strength, and slashed out in the air.

The sword flashed and broke through the air.

Helianri's knife made a clear whistling sound of breaking through the air with lightning speed, and the sound was soft, like a calm lake, blown by a gust of wind, causing ripples.

The two scimitars collided together, and with a deep sound of "dang", sparks splashed everywhere, a faint light flickered, and Helianri's knife was broken, and the tip of the knife flew out and stuck obliquely on the ground.

The violent collision and violent vibration made the tiger's mouth of the two people crack open and soaked in blood slightly.

Helian couldn't hold the knife, so he immediately let go of the knife handle, but without hesitation, he leaned over, hugged Borxiong's waist with both hands, and made a big python turn over and entangled Borxiong.

Bol is powerful, seeing Helian Sunrise Knife, he is a little secretly happy in his heart, his own strength is heavy, and the knife touches the knife and he has the advantage, and sure enough, Helian Ri can't hold the knife.

However, Borchon didn't expect Helianri to abandon the knife directly and use a wrestling close-fitting move. At this moment, Borchon was hugged by the waist, and the knife in his hand became a prop in his hand, and he couldn't help but panic.

Before thinking about it, Borxiong instinctively threw the knife out of his hand, used the thousand-pound falling method, squatted all over his body, grabbed Helianri with one leg with his backhand, and turned over to press Helianri under him.

Helian Ri twisted his waist fiercely, and the two of them fell to the ground at the same time.

Helian Ri knew that Borchon was tall and strong, and he would suffer a loss if he was caught by Borxiong, so he quickly let go of Borxiong, got out of the entanglement, and stood up first.

Borchon stood on one hand, stood up, and looked at Heliange.

This contest took place between the lightning and flint, and it didn't last long, but it showed the demeanor of a master. The scene was so calm that you could hear a pin drop on the ground, everyone was very nervous and excited, and the air was filled with a stormy atmosphere.

Borxiong suffered a small loss and seemed to have the upper hand, but Helianri knew that if he only relied on knife skills, he was not Borxiong's opponent.

Both knives were stuck not far from each other. Borchon saw his knife out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have a chance to get it, as long as he moved close to the knife, Helianri would be bullied, and Borchon had to stop to prevent Helianri from getting close to the fall.

The two of them opened their arms and confronted each other with their bodies bowed, when suddenly a leather whip rolled towards Borchon's knife like lightning, and instantly rolled back.

A man stood up from his seat outside the circle, holding Borchon's knife in his hand, and praised it: "Sure enough, it's a treasure knife!"

Borxiong said angrily: "Helan is lacking, taking advantage of the danger of others, what kind of hero is he?"

He Lianri also stopped and looked at Helan Que.

"How about a tie between you two?" Helan Que took the knife, looked at Borxiong with a smile and said, "The knife is lost, why don't we play?"

Obviously, Helan Que is a little partial to Helianri, after all, in the protracted war, Borxiong has the advantage, but Borxiong does not dare to say no.

Borchon's scimitar was obtained from a merchant in the Western Regions for half selling and half sending, and it is a treasure knife that is unique in thousands of miles. In order to get this treasure knife, Bolchon had to work hard to help the merchant do an extremely tricky thing, if Helan didn't return his treasure knife, it is estimated that he would die of distress.

The two knives collided and broke, Helian Ri had no knife, the tiger's mouth was still bleeding, he had a slight upper hand on the surface, and won face, Helian took it when he saw it, so he was silent.