Chapter Ninety-One

Although he was dressed as a scholar and was only about twenty years old, he had broad shoulders and a broad back, and a beard. At first glance, it is much more majestic than Zhang Qian, who is dressed as an eight-rank civil official, and Wang Zhilian, who is also dressed as a scholar.

And the leader of the Tibetan warriors, Xi Duo Meat, had seen Wang Han riding a horse with a sword before, with one enemy and three but not falling behind at all, he asked himself that he was absolutely not sure of victory. Therefore, he decisively took a few steps back, and his big fan-like hand swayed again and again, "No, no, I'm Tubo Cao Chang, and he is an official of the Tang Dynasty." And you, just an ordinary person, are not qualified to accept the Divine Judgment with me! (Note: Cao Chang, the Tubo military system, is equivalent to the team Zheng.) ）

"Shit!" didn't expect to pay attention to identity equality in the fight, Wang Han was furious, "Lao Tzu is the descendant of the Taiyuan Wang family, my grandfather has been a waiter, and my father has been a stabbing history, which is your turn to pick and choose a little Cao Chang?!" ”

All Tibetan officials can be hereditary, and the father dies and the son inherits, so Wang Han's status, according to the Tubo algorithm, is not known how many levels higher than Cao Chang. However, Naxi Duorou has been mixed in Chang'an City for a long time, and he has already touched the rules of the Tang Dynasty. He immediately took over the conversation and continued to wave his hand vigorously, "Your father is your father, you are you." I am an official, you are a citizen, and the identity of the people and officials is different. If each is reasonable, it will always be the right of the officials and the fault of the people, and there is no need to accept the judgment of God! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Qian's face with his eyes, and he was a mere civil official, and he didn't have the courage to fight a life-and-death duel with himself. And as long as Zhang Qian does not end up, it will naturally be "proved" that in the previous conflict, the Tibetan warriors were the side that occupied Li'er, and there was no need to make any compensation.

"Ji Ling, what is Heavenly Cut?" Zhang Qian was confused, seeing that Naxi Duo Meat had eaten himself, while Wang Han had been trying to fight for himself in every possible way, and couldn't help but ask Wang Zhilian.

"Don't fall for him with Brother Zhao!" Wang Zhihuan determined that the other party did not know the slightest martial arts from the clumsy movements of Zhang Qian when he got on the horse before, hesitated, and shook his head slightly, "Just let Ziyu be beaten by him." Heaven is when the two sides stand in a circle and fight for their lives. Whoever wins the battle is justified, regardless of life or death. Only Zhuhu and barbarians can use this practice, and we in the Central Plains were not allowed to do this as early as the Warring States Period! ”

When the words fell, Zhang Qian's eyes immediately flashed with joy, "He wants to duel with me?" Still in a pre-drawn circle? He seems to have said earlier that both sides are unarmed......"

"Don't be fooled with Brother Zhao, fight with your bare hands, it's just as dangerous! Since he dares to bring it up, he must be an expert in this way! Taken aback by Zhang Qian's eager appearance, Wang Zhihuan hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, "Let Ziyu deal with him, it's really not good, I'll fight for you." Today......"

"No, I'll try!" Zhang Qian smiled and gently broke free from Wang Zhilian's fetters, "Brother Ziyu, don't talk to him." Since he has eaten me, I will fight! ”

"No!" Without waiting for Wang Han to turn around, the anxious female voice was already ringing in everyone's ears. But it was the girl "Zhu Meng" who quickly blocked Zhang Qian's way and shook her head desperately at him.

"Wrong is wrong, right is right, it's very clear in this matter, and there is no need for heaven at all!" Unwilling to give the Tibetan warriors the excuse of taking sides, she turned her gaze to everyone again, and quickly added loudly, "If you are not convinced, go back and find ......."

"No need, Young Lady Zhu, I'll accept the Heavenly Judgment with him!" It could be seen that the girl's position was very awkward, Zhang Qian walked around her quickly, and interrupted with a smile, "Ziyu, let him come over, I just want to see and understand today, these Tibetan warriors, in addition to being able to play Laipi, what other skills can they show!" ”

With that, he took off his black gauze hair. Immediately, he took off the green eight-grade official robe that was in the way, and threw it on Wang Zhilian's arm stretched out to him, "Ji Ling, please help me get it, don't worry, it won't take too long!" ”

In order to be less bullied, he developed a good habit of exercising since he was a child, and even after crossing, he did not let go. Therefore, after taking off the official robes that focus on grace and luxury, even if there is still a set of middle clothes, the sturdy body shape is immediately clearly displayed. Not only did Wang Han and Wang Zhihuan increase their confidence in him, but the girls under the command of "Zhu Meng" also began to shine one by one.

"Let's draw circles! You come up with it, and the circle will be drawn by your people! Save yourself from making excuses after you lose! Zhang Qian was not verbose, and while moving the joints and muscles of his arms and thighs according to the warm-up techniques of the 21st century, he smiled and instructed Kita Meat.

"Heaven Judge, Heaven Judge!" The Tubo people have always been lively, and the warriors shouted happily when they saw a Tang civil official, who actually dared to meet the challenge of a well-known warrior on their side. Without waiting for Kita's orders, he grabbed the steel knife and cooperated with each other to draw a circular dueling arena with a radius of four people in the farmland where there were no crops.

"Please!" Zhang Qian learned what he looked like in a martial arts drama and arched his hand towards Kita Meat. Immediately, he walked quickly into the circle. Find a position where there is enough space for offense and defense, and continue to warm up slowly.

"No, no! I'm not done yet! "Xi Duorou has long discovered that Zhang Qian's body is very different from the civil official body he expected. There was a sudden slap in his heart, and he waved his hand again and again, "In today's conflict, although you and I are both justified, fortunately, no one died." And you, and you are an official of the Tang Dynasty, if I kill you by mistake, it will definitely destroy the intimate relationship between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo......"

"You just let it go, life or death! I can sign a life and death certificate with you! Zhang Qian thought that he was not finished, and interrupted sharply with a frown.

Fighting on horseback, or competing with weapons, he didn't think he was sure. can fight with bare hands, and the range of activities of both sides is still limited to a fixed-size circle, and he is really not afraid of the bullshit in front of him.

For no other reason, the two sides are not of the same magnitude at all!

He is 1.85 meters tall, and the Xiduo meat in front of him is about 1.72 meters at most. In the case that both of them have been trained for a long time and their bodies are of the same width, unless the other party really knows what legendary magic skills are, the results can be seen within three minutes.

And Naxi Duo Meat, seeing that he was so confident, felt more and more empty. Hurriedly waved his hand again, and added loudly, "No, even if I make a life and death situation, if I miss and kill you, my boss won't be able to spare me when I turn around." Fighting you like this, I can't let go of my hands and feet, and I will definitely suffer. And you, you can fight as much as you want......"

"Then what do you want, why don't you still let me tie one hand?!" Zhang Qian listened impatiently, sneered and asked loudly.

"Fight, Xi Duo Meat Cao Chang, fight with him. Don't be afraid, it's the circle he walked into by himself, and we'll all testify to you! ”

"Fight, Cao Chang, kill him, kill him, let's go back to Tibet together!"

"Kill him, kill him and avenge Hula! Hura's arm was broken by them! ”

……

The Tibetan warriors were also anxious. One by one, they waved their arms or weapons to cheer for the chief of the Hata meat.

In their vision, Kita Meat simply couldn't lose. Although Cao Chang's rank in the army is very low, however, Cao Chang, who is Kita-meat, and these samurai, belong to the standing army. Far from being comparable to those serfs who fought in the field in peacetime.

And the Tang civil official on the opposite side, although he looks tall and big, and his body and bones seem to be stronger than ordinary people, he is definitely not from the army, and he has never killed anyone.

Whoever kills someone will not have the name of the deceased written on his forehead. However, in the eyes of Lao Xingwu, there is a world of difference in temperament between those who have killed people and those who have not.

"I mean, we might as well change the way we play, and only divide the victory and defeat, not life and death!" Pushed to sweat down his spine by the samurai under his command, Kita Meat had no choice but to bite the bullet and add in a low voice, "If I win, I won't ask for your compensation, you admit your mistake to us, and this matter will be revealed today." ”

"Then you'll have to win first!" Zhang Qian slapped this person obliquely with his eyelids, and pouted with a sneer, "Enter the circle, don't procrastinate." ”

"Go into the circle and kill him!"

"Heaven Judge, Heaven Judge!"

"Shoot him, kill him......"

The Tibetan warriors continued to shout, but their voices were much weaker than before. Obviously, some of them noticed Kita's lack of flesh and began to worry about what would happen if they lost.

"Then I'm here, I've injured you, don't sue!" Xiduorou had no way out, gritted his teeth and entered the circle, but he refused to move closer to Zhang Qian immediately, but first pulled away a posture of a bear hugging a tree, and continued to ramble.

"Come on!" Zhang Qian quickly stepped forward and tentatively threw a punch.

Kita Meat jumped sideways and jumped three feet away. His hands flew up and down in front of him, "I don't take advantage of you, and you can't take advantage of me." If you are lucky enough to win, you are not allowed to take Jumon's horse. I can accept the result of Heaven Judgment and pay you my horse! ”

"Long-winded!" Zhang Qian quickly chased after him, and it was another powerful straight punch.

The other party jumped away again, and then returned a sweeping leg. Although it is full of strength, the speed is really slow. Zhang Qian only took half a step back slightly, and let this move fail. Then another hook smashed, hitting the opponent in the neck.

"Bang-" The sound of the fist touching the flesh made the hearts of everyone present tremble. However, Nakita Meat, after all, is an old soldier who has been on the battlefield, and after taking a solid punch, he didn't fall immediately. But he was stimulated to be ferocious, and opened his mouth to let out a long howl, "Ahh

Immediately, he stepped forward, rushed forward, and used his fists and feet together, smashing out a whirlwind.

"Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him!" The Tibetan warriors came to their spirits again, waving their swords and waving their arms, shouting and cheering for their own Cao Chang.

"Brother Zhao, be careful!"

The voices of Wang Zhilian and Wang Han also followed closely, but their momentum was ten times worse than that of the other party.

"Brother Zhao, be careful!" A thin voice sounded immediately after, and the concern contained in it could not be concealed.

"Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him!" The shouts of the Tibetan warriors overshadowed wave after wave.

In their cheers, Naxi was full of flesh and spirit, and his fists and feet were vigorous. However, most of them fell into the air, and a few strokes were also unloaded by Zhang Qian's dodge and pace, and he was unable to make contributions for a long time.

Just when he ran out of breath and was about to make persistent efforts, Zhang Qian, who was on the opposite side, suddenly stepped forward and first took a punch from him with his right shoulder, followed by a stab.

"Bang!" Kita couldn't dodge it, and was hit on the bridge of the nose by a jab, and was immediately smashed into the Venus in front of him.

Before he could scream, Zhang Qian's fist had already arrived again, hooking, left straight, right hook, left and right hooks, left and right swing fists, fists to the flesh.

Look at the Nakita meat, beaten like a sandbag, swaying left and right, constantly retreating. It was not easy for Zhang Qian's attack to end, and he tried to stop against the edge of the circle, and before he could open his swollen eyes, in mid-air, a cold wind suddenly blew over, "Whew-"

"Ping" slammed a leg whip, accompanied by the sound of the wind, slammed into the root of his neck, smashed him directly upside down and flew out more than half a foot away, fell on the muddy ground like a wooden stake, and rolled two more, and then went silent!

"Kill him, beat ......" The cheers of the Tibetan warriors came to an abrupt end.

In an instant, the wind stopped, the people were quiet, and everything was silent!