In the early morning, the sun was shining, and the sound of swords clashing in the open space in front of the tribe was incessant, attracting most people to come and watch. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the field, the people who competed were Ning Chen and Ming Cheng.

The ink sword danced in the sunlight, blocking every angle of the scimitar's attack, and Ning Chen suppressed his skill to the same acquired six grades as Ming Cheng, but he still had an overwhelming strength advantage.

Prince Yan was also watching from the side, not surprised at all by this result, although Ning Chen had not studied martial arts for a long time, the number of battles was no less than anyone else, and most of the opponents were people whose cultivation was much higher than him, in terms of combat experience, he was already very rich.

The ratio of martial arts is nothing more than cultivation, foundation, and moves, and in addition, experience is the most decisive factor.

"Click"

In the middle of the battle, an accident suddenly occurred, and the moment the swords collided again, only a crisp click was heard, and the next moment, the wheelchair under Ning Chen's body shattered with a bang and flew out in all directions.

Suddenly, Ning Chen frowned, the ink sword was on the ground, and with a turn of his right hand, his body flew upside down.

At that moment, the scimitar came at him, cold as the moon and as fast as lightning.

Facing the unavoidable sword light, Ning Chen condensed his fingers with his left hand, grabbed the scimitar with a sonorous sound, took advantage of the situation, unloaded the force invisibly, and immediately released the blade, and the sword finger slashed, pointing at Mingcheng's shoulder.

Finger strength through the body, hiding nine exposed one, Ning Chen succeeded in one move, did not continue to attack, his right hand slapped the hilt of the ink sword, and his body suddenly withdrew from the battle.

At the same time, with a wave of Prince Yan's hand, a chair flew out of the tent and landed right where Ning Chen landed.

This hand was done so casually that no one even noticed, let alone thought that this young man who had no martial arts aura on his body would be one of the most terrifying innate powerhouses in the world.

In the field, the scimitar in Narujo's hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and the soreness on his shoulders lingered for a long time, and he couldn't even lift it.

"Brother Ning's swordsmanship is clever, and he is ashamed of himself" Mingcheng is not a stingy person, if he loses, he loses, and his left hand gradually rises with a scimitar, and he admits defeat.

"Brother Pei is polite" Ning Chen sat on the chair, grabbed his hand, the ink sword and the scabbard flew back, and then with a sonorous sound, the ink sword entered the sheath and was inserted on the ground.

"Looking at Brother Pei's sword technique, although it is as sharp as electricity, it is always like watching the moves, not like orthodox martial arts" Ning Chen frowned with pity, and said nonsense without bounds.

"Impossible, the lover sword technique is the most orthodox martial arts in Northern Mongolia, how can it be an ornamental move" Sure enough, Mingcheng was fooled and immediately opened his mouth to deny it.

"Alas"

At this moment, Ning Chen and Prince Yan both sighed in their hearts, it was too tender.

"I lost in the next place, but I am not good at learning, Brother Ning should not slander the sword technique of the lover family again" Ming Cheng didn't know that there was a deception, and continued to say solemnly.

"Brother Pei, don't blame, it's the little brother who is rude!" Ning Chen bowed and apologized, and his attitude could not be more upright.

Seeing that Ning Chen's apologetic tone was sincere, Ming Cheng's face looked better, and he no longer cared about the former's rude words.

After the fight, the excitement was over, and the crowd applauded in cooperation, and then dispersed, each going back to his own home, and doing his own work.

"Brother Ah Hu, don't forget my wheelchair" Ning Chen couldn't move, so he could only sit on the chair and make a voice towards Ah Hu who was far away.

"Yes," Ah Hu replied in the same loud voice.

All morning, Ning Chen sat in a daze in the open space outside, unable to go anywhere, and the beautiful grassland scenery was directly seen and vomited.

"Do you want to get up and take a walk?" I don't know when, Prince Yan came over and said lightly.

"No, you're busy," Ning Chen refused without hesitation.

"Then you continue" The words fell, and Prince Yan turned around and walked towards the tent.

"Senior, what did you and that girl say yesterday?" Ning Chen's gossip fire in his heart was hard to suppress, and he couldn't help but shout towards the former's back.

When he returned to the account last night, he happened to meet Pei Yan walking out with red eyes, which made him very curious, and he almost lost sleep when he thought about it in the middle of the night.

"This king didn't say a word," Prince Yan replied without looking back.

Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst out with a word,!

No wonder the girl almost cried, he originally wanted to leave the space for the two of them, how could the seniors refuse politely, no matter how bad it was, it was okay to refuse directly.

He knew through Ah Hu yesterday that the identity of this Pei Yan girl was not ordinary, and her grandfather was the leader of the Pei tribe, that is, the chief leader of this area, and she was not good.

He had a good impression of this girl, she was a little weaker and looked a little sentimental, but she was still a kind and good girl.

Such a gentle woman is more like the ladies of the Central Plains than a girl on the grassland.

He also heard that this Pei Yan girl is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and likes the culture of Daxia very much.

He also heard that this Pei Yan girl was distressed, and the whole grassland version of Lin Daiyu.

He also heard that the mother of this Pei Yan girl died just after giving birth to Pei Yan because of distress.

He heard again that this Pei Yan girl probably didn't live to be twenty-five years old, and more than one doctor said so.

The more Ning Chen thought about it, the more he felt very angry, yesterday afternoon he worked hard to collect information outside, giving up his face, and wanted to find out Pei Yan's birthday, but his predecessor was good, and he drank tea in the tent for a long time.

At this moment, the voice of a little girl sounded in the grassland, and her tone was anxious, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Miss fainted"

As soon as the words fell, the white-bearded old man in the tent not far away immediately walked out, with a gloomy expression, and walked quickly towards Pei Yan's tent.

Then there were Naruto City, the doctor on the grassland, and a whole bunch of other people.

Ning Chen's head thought hard, his heart was distressed, in his world, it should be a heart attack, and this girl was still congenital, and the possibility of curing it was really negligible.

Lingjinghua has a miraculous effect on heart injuries, but unfortunately, he is gone.

As for whether he will take it out if he has a diamond crystal flower, only God knows.

There are no assumptions in this world, so this girl is probably incurable.

It's brutal, but that's the reality.

In Pei Yan's tent, the doctor was checking her pulse, and his expression was becoming more and more solemn, indicating that the situation was very unoptimistic.

"What's wrong with Yan'er," the white-bearded old man asked urgently.

"Patriarch, the old man has done his best," the doctor sighed softly and continued, "Miss's body is already extremely weak, and the old man suggested that he rejoice for Miss before, just to see if there is a miracle happening, but now there is no need for this."

"How could it be" Hearing this, the white-bearded old man stumbled under his feet, his face turned pale all of a sudden, Yan'er hadn't married yet, how could he just leave.

"Chongxi, yes, Chongxi!"

At this time, the white-bearded old man only had this thought in his mind, and he couldn't care about so much mess, so he directly settled down and ordered, "Come here"

"In" a few men walked in.

"Go and bring Miss's wedding dress, let Miss marry tonight, and take care of those two people"

"Yes," several men ordered to leave.

On the side, Ming Cheng showed a trace of worry on his face, and said, "Patriarch, isn't it a little inappropriate to do this, that young man named Ning Fan is very strong, it's better not to offend?"

"I can't care so much, Yan'er's affairs are the most important," the white-bearded old man said in a deep voice.

Ning Chen, who was outside the tent, didn't know anything about what was happening inside the tent, and at this moment, he was bored waiting for his wheelchair to be ready.

The sun went from east to south to west, and Ning Chen was sitting there, about to be bored to the point of madness, when he suddenly found that the atmosphere in the tribe gradually became a little unusual.

Several maidens from the prairie kept walking by, holding all kinds of things in their hands, and even red candles, red paper, etc., which can only be used at festivals and weddings.

Ning Chen didn't take it seriously at first, but then he felt that something was wrong, a thought flashed, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Forced marriage, won't it?

The matter is getting bigger, Ning Chen has a headache, Prince Yan of Great Xia was forced to marry, who would believe it?

"Little Brother Ning, your wheelchair is ready"

Just when Ning Chen had a headache, he suddenly heard Ah Hu's loud voice coming from not far away, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, now he could run away quickly.

However, when he saw the wheelchair, he almost didn't cry, he was wrong, he shouldn't have believed that Zhang Fei could embroider.

What kind of wheelchair is this? This is clearly a chair with wheels.

"Brother Hu, thank you!" Ning Chen gritted his teeth and thanked him.

"Little Brother Ning is too polite" Ah Hu is a rough line, and he happily accepted the former's thanks.

Ning Chen sat on it, feeling that it should not fall apart in a short period of time, so he breathed a sigh of relief, make do with it, and buy another one in the royal capital of the Beimeng Royal Court.

"Brother Hu, what are they doing here" Ning Chen pointed to the grassland girls who were busy and asked in a low voice.

Ah Hu looked left and right, then lowered his head and whispered, "I'll tell you, don't say it's what I said."

"It's a must," Ning Chen's head was like a chicken pecking rice.

"I heard my mother-in-law say that Miss Pei Yan is seriously ill, and the patriarch is going to rejoice for Miss tonight," Ah Hu said in a low voice.

"Damn, it's really fake, don't fool me" Ning Chen deliberately showed surprise.

"Is this still true?" Ah Hu patted his chest and almost swore an oath.

"Brother Ah Hu, you go back first, I won't say what you said" Ning Chen said gratefully.

Ah Hu left satisfied, Ning Chen immediately turned his wheelchair and came to the tent where Prince Yan was, and the first thing he said when he came in, "Senior, Ah Hu said that you are going to be forced to marry, we can't run"

Inside the tent, Prince Yan glanced at Ning Chen lightly and said, "This is the solution you have thought of for a day?"

Ning Chen was a little ashamed, but when he thought about it, no, he was ashamed of his fart, and he didn't provoke this matter.

"Hurry up, fence the tent and don't let them run"

At this time, the rough voice unique to the prairie man sounded outside, and immediately, the sound of hurried footsteps came, and it sounded that there were also a hundred and ten people.

"Okay, it's too late to run now" Ning Chen sighed helplessly, feeling very unhappy in his heart, how could he fight all day long.