Wang Cheng met Agoura's gaze, although his spirit and spirit were suppressed greatly, and the other party seemed to be pressed down by a big mountain, but his gaze still did not show any weakness, and he said word by word: "Yes, I am Wang Cheng of Wusheng Mountain, and my Dao name is Yuanding." ”

Agoura's gaze almost saw through Wang Cheng, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and he nodded lightly: "Yes, I am qualified to fight with my apprentice Batu." ”

A bead of sweat appeared on Wang Cheng's forehead, smiled lightly, and did not answer this sentence, it was enough to show his confidence and firmness.

Of course, the Changhe Taoist priest will not show weakness, the three senior brothers on the other side are his lifelong enemies, and he has never lost in his life, so he said: "My apprentice Yuan Ding has just started, but he has been practicing martial arts for half a year, and there are still some shortcomings. I heard that Agula, your apprentice Batu did not hesitate to become a mercenary in order to improve his strength, and he was born and died many times before he has his current strength?"

Agoura looked at Bale and knew that Bale had told the Taoist priest of Changhe, and nodded and admitted: "Batu has no opponent on the Great Snow Mountain, so in order to pursue a real battle, he went to become a mercenary and experienced the test of blood and fire, which is what a brave man should do." ”

The two of them were-for-tat in rhetoric, and they were both trying their best to belittle their opponents and elevate themselves, and improve their momentum in words.

The third elder Muren in the back came up and said, "Big brother, second brother, Changhe has come from afar, our banquet is ready, invite them to the table." ”

Agoura, as the boss, waved his hand magnificently and shouted, "Okay." Long cranes. Yuan Ding. Please. ”

Daoist Changhe and Wang Cheng also walked out first, and walked along the main road towards the mountain, there seemed to be a valley between the three mountains, inhabited by a large number of people, standing in this position, they could see the bonfire rising inside, and they could also smell some tempting barbecue smell.

This is a bonfire banquet with the characteristics of the Mongolian people in the Great Snow Mountain.

After walking a few steps, a Mongolian man ran into the ear of the old man Buhe and said a few words. His complexion immediately became ugly, and he glanced at Wang Cheng fiercely, and his eyes fell on the sweaty BMW behind Wang Cheng, and his anger was even stronger. Only then did he know that Wang Cheng's bloody horse was snatched from his apprentice Ai Ding Sang, and he also seriously injured Ai Ding Sang.

Moreover, he also injured Ba Ye, the apprentice of Lao San Muren.

However, it was Ai Ding Sang and Baye who took it upon themselves to take action, so it was also their own fault to be defeated, and it was impossible for any of them to say that Wang Cheng was not in this matter.

Buch snorted coldly and took a few steps forward. I walked into the valley first, and it seemed that there was some arrangement.

Agoura and Muren took a look. didn't pay much attention to it, today's reception of Taoist Changhe and Wang Cheng's master and apprentice is a major event in Daxue Mountain.

The blood feud between the two factions for hundreds of years stands to reason that they should fight to the death as soon as they meet.

However, now the form of the state is different, and the world situation is different. There's no way they're going to do that, and they're going to be in a lot of trouble when the time comes.

Walking to the entrance of the valley, Wang Cheng felt a wave of heat rushing to his face, and the cold winter inside and outside seemed to be a little different. Entering the valley, he saw a residential area covering an area of about one square kilometer, and in the middle of a large open space were piles of bonfires, each of which had cattle and sheep roasted on it.

The Mongolian people eat beef and mutton, but they rarely eat horse meat, because horses are their partners and comrades.

Therefore, unless it is a desperate time, the Mongolian people will not attack their partners. Cattle and sheep are different, as nomadic people for thousands of years, they have always grazed cattle and sheep, themselves for food.

Standing at the entrance to the valley, Agoura shouted to the crowd inside, "Our guests are coming......

His voice was like the wind, and it spread throughout the valley, even over the three mountains.

Thousands of people gathered in the valley, all shouting in unison: "Roar ............"

One by one, the Mongolian men began to light more bonfires, especially a huge bonfire in the middle that covered an area of about ten meters, and a flame rose, and the fire light illuminated the entire valley.

Agula stretched out his hand to Daoist Changhe and Wang Cheng very graciously and said, "Both, please." ”

Daoist Changhe took a breath of the scorching air in the valley, walked in with Wang Cheng unceremoniously, and said softly, "This is a good place. ”

Agoura's eyes flickered, and he said lightly: "When my master fled here with us, he died, and this is a place where my master and he looked for in advance to live, and it is far away from the Central Plains. ”

Mu Ren, who was quiet next to him, also glanced at Changhe and Wang Cheng deeply, and there was coldness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Because, in that battle, it was Changhe's master, Xuanding Zhenren, the head of Wusheng Mountain, who personally shot to seriously injure the sect master of Daxue Mountain, and in the end, the unlucky Daxue Mountain suzerain seemed to have been swept by the army's indiscriminate guns and hit by bullets, so he died.

"Hehe......"

Nagatsuru smiled lightly and did not comment on the matter.

Wang Cheng had also heard the master talk about these old things, so he knew that it would be bad to talk about these things here, so he kept silent and just walked in together.

The group walked into the valley, and a group of Mongolian men appeared on both sides, holding a horse chopping knife in their hands, and let out a loud shout, and a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on Changhe and Wang Cheng, the master and apprentice of the Martial Saint Mountain.

Compared with the two or three big cats and kittens in Wusheng Mountain, there are many people under the door of Daxue Mountain.

Of course, it is impossible for each of these people to be official disciples of the Great Snow Mountain, and they can only be regarded as residents who follow the Great Snow Mountain. But there are so many people to choose from, and Daxue Mountain must be able to select some outstanding disciples in each generation. Moreover, these residents were originally the descendants of a group of outstanding Mongolian warriors who had gathered together in the Great Snow Mountain back then, and their genes belonged to a very good category, and the probability of having a superior qualification disciple was even higher.

In this generation, there are more than a dozen young masters under the three masters of Daxue Mountain, and there is almost hope of reviving the southward martial arts world in the Central Plains.

So. The battle between Wusheng Mountain and Daxue Mountain is very important!

If Wusheng Mountain loses. Then it is very likely that the Great Snow Mountain will immediately be led by one or two top masters to lead a group of young masters south to the Central Plains to challenge the various sects. If you keep winning. They will even go east to Japan, and then go south to the South Seas, and fight the entire Chinese martial arts world.

At that time, Daxue Mountain could claim to be the first martial arts school in China, and it was the orthodoxy of Chinese martial arts!

This is the ambition of the Agouras.

Wang Cheng felt the shouts of the Mongolian men around him, as well as the scorching masculine energy that came to his face when he gathered together, and knew that almost every one of them had some martial arts foundation, so his qi and blood were stronger than ordinary people. Among them, there are some masters.

In the Great Snow Mountain, almost everyone is a martial artist, and everyone is a soldier!

It is no wonder that hundreds of years ago, the Great Snow Mountains trained a group of cavalry and handed them over to Temujin, who could sweep the whole world.

Breathe a change!

Wang Cheng used the breath of the red snow pile method to carry qi and blood, and at the same time, his heartbeat also maintained the pulse of the earth, fusing the two extremely profound pile methods as much as possible.

The first method, combined with the first inner family horizontal practice of kung fu, will definitely have a miraculous effect.

However, to truly integrate, it must not be so simple.

And at this time. He uses the qi and blood of the red snow pile method to carry it, and cooperates with the qi and blood artistic conception of pure yang reincarnation. The impact on the blood and blood of hundreds or thousands of people around can be easily faced.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ............"

"Hoo .................."

Thousands of people let out a low cry together, each low breath is extremely regular, the sound of breathing and sound are almost condensed, if it is an ordinary person, it may be directly oppressed by this momentum to stand unsteadily.

Agoura was very satisfied with this, but seeing that Wang Cheng was not affected in the slightest, his brows furrowed slightly, knowing that Wang Cheng's strength exceeded his understanding.

Step by step, in front of the largest bonfire in the middle, tables and chairs have been set up, and Agoura invited Changhe and Wang Cheng to sit in the middle together, facing the largest bonfire directly.

The largest bonfire was held by a huge cow and a fat sheep, and under the flames, there was a sound of zizi, and the aroma quickly wafted over.

Then, a group of Mongolian men armed with swords, and a group of Mongolian women divided into two teams and danced a Mongolian dance in front of the bonfire, surrounded by a special band to make music, and the sword flashed in the dance, which looked a little murderous.

Wang Cheng had only seen such a scene on TV, so it was relatively novel.

However, it was not the first time that the Taoist priest of Changhe had seen it, and he looked very indifferent, and whispered a few words to Agoura and Muren, looking very comfortable and calm, as if it was the master's family.

After a while, a tall woman with a bandage on one arm walked over, sat beside Muren with a steady step and a very calm expression, picked up fruit and ate a few of them.

This is the third master of the younger generation of Daxue Mountain, Baye, who had fought with Wang Cheng earlier and had one arm broken.

Ba Ye had a cold face, and the coldness on her face could be seen in the firelight, I don't know if this was her habitual expression, or if she deliberately showed it to Wang Cheng.

Anyway, Wang Cheng just glanced at it and didn't care.

However, he ignored it, but Baye took the initiative to come over, took a jar of wine, and slammed it in front of him.

"Drink!"

Baye is simply two words.

Wang Cheng's eyebrows twitched, then he shook his head and said, "I don't want to drink." ”

Ba Ye snorted coldly, picked up his own can of wine, raised his head and drank a few big sips, the wine spilled out of the corners of his mouth, wet his clothes, stared at Wang Cheng with a pair of eyes, and shouted: "Are you a man?"

When Muren and Agoura saw this scene, they both smiled at the show.

The surrounding groups of Mongolian men also immediately coaxed: "Drink ......"

"If you are a man, you have to say ...... yes"

"Oh............ Drink ............"

"Oooh oh ............"

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Wang Cheng's face, and then he didn't speak, he simply picked up the wine jar, raised his head and drank two large sips, and a scorching heat went down his throat and into his abdomen, as if a fire was burning, and his whole body was hot and hot.

"Good wine!"

Wang Cheng couldn't help but shout in admiration.

A smile appeared at the corner of Baye's mouth, then he glanced at Wang Cheng defiantly, raised his head and drank a jar of wine in his hand, and finally turned the wine jar upside down, showing that he had finished drinking, and his eyes looked directly at Wang Cheng, still full of provocation.

There was another group of people around him, shouting loudly, telling Wang Cheng not to lose to Baye.

It's going to be a lot of drink......

Wang Cheng glanced around, infected by the scorching atmosphere, and at the same time didn't want to show his timidity here in the Great Snow Mountain. So he immediately stood up, drank all the wine in his hand, and a flush rose on his face, and the top of his head was steaming, and shouted, "Bring me again." ”

Ba Ye was not afraid, and beckoned to a group of girls not far away: "Bring two large jars of wine." ”

The Mongolian people have to say that it is too real, a group of people really brought two large jars of wine, the jars are half a person high, and they are filled with good wine with aroma, and put them in front of Wang Cheng and Baye.

Many people around saw that the two jars of wine changed slightly, and then they all shouted: "Drink ......"

"Drink ......"

"Drink ............"

Several masters sat in the middle and watched this scene calmly and indifferently, no one said anything, it was just some normal competition between juniors.

Wang Cheng jumped up from his seat, came to the wine jar, picked up his big bowl and scooped a big bowl of wine in the wine jar, opened his mouth and drank it all, the hot wine entered his abdomen, and his whole body seemed to be burning, I have to say that it was very comfortable, but the wine gas had to go up with the flow of qi and blood.

In this way, it will affect the wakefulness of the brain, and it will be easy to get drunk, and it will fall down......

He hurriedly adjusted his breathing, his feet were firmly rooted in the earth, the pure yang qi and blood were running at high speed, and his body temperature rose again, merging the wine in his body into the qi and blood, and then consuming it in the high-speed operation, with the beads of sweat penetrating into his skin, and the hot air steaming above his head would be emitted.

So, for a while, he was full of wine, as if his whole body was soaked in a wine jar.

There was a soft sound, and Ba Ye also scooped a big bowl without showing weakness and drank it clean, his face became extremely red, and there was a layer of heat around his body, and the aroma of wine was also strong in the heat, obviously he was also carrying out a clever qi and blood transport, and the wine in his body was steamed.

Wang Cheng stared at Baye, naturally he wouldn't stop, so he immediately had a big bowl of wine.

Then, another big bowl of bayae followed......

You have a bowl of ......

I'm a bowl of ......

Seeing that the wine in the wine jar was declining rapidly, the speed of the two of them drinking did not slow down, and many men and women who were coaxing around couldn't help but quiet down, and their eyes were looking at the two young masters of the wine. (To be continued.) )