The news of the earth-shattering gambling has spread overnight.

For the veterans of White Horse City, Wan Yankang, the marshal, has already erected the image of an invincible god of war, and the newly incorporated more than 10,000 cavalry have not yet seen the handsome's extraordinary martial arts, and their hearts are full of longing.

After Yan Kang ordered that the gambling fight was over, he would withdraw his troops back to the city, and the 30,000 cavalry packed up early and lined up to watch the battle.

Wang Han also ordered the tribal warriors to put on their armor and mount their horses, and wait in formation.

In early autumn, on the banks of the Kruren River in the early morning, the sun has just risen, accompanied by a cool breeze, more than 100,000 troops are gathered here, so that the cool autumn breeze is full of slaughter.

The place where the two sides gambled was chosen on a high ground near the pile boundary.

Wan Yankang made a condition so that all the warriors above the commander of the Kree Department could fight.

Now there are 80,000 cavalry in the Kereh Division, there are 80,000 commanders, 80 thousand commanders, plus Sangkun and other princes and grandsons, and there are about 100 people in the Kereh Department who can fight.

Wang Han was full of confidence when he agreed to gamble last night, but the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, so he summoned Sang Kun and asked him to select ten warriors with good wrestling skills from the army and pretend to be the commander of a thousand soldiers.

Sankun led a group of 100 people and stood on the high ground.

After Yan Kang floated up, he said to Wang Han on the side: "Khan, don't you go down to play?" ”

Wang Han walked up to the front and saluted Wan Yankang: "Ben Khan has old arms and legs, so he won't play with His Highness." ”

"Then let's make a bet and confirm it in public here!" Wan Yankang's eyes were blazing, and he looked directly at Wang Han.

Wang Han felt flustered for no reason, but the arrow was on the string, and he had to send it.

"Immortal Heaven is above! After Yan Kang and Kerebu's gambling fight, if I lose, I will lose 300,000 sheep and 50,000 cattle! "Wan Yankang bowed to the sky.

"Immortal Heaven is above! The Kereh Ministry and the Dajin Shizi gamble and fight, if I lose, from now on, the soldiers of the Kereh Ministry, let His Royal Highness the Prince of the World drive, and die without regrets! Wang Han also read out the bet.

When Yan Kang spoke, it seemed that the voice was not loud, but it spread all over the four fields.

Wang Han's voice couldn't travel that far, and Wan Yankang repeated his words and asked him if this was the case.

Wang Han nodded and retreated.

Seeing Wang Han retreat, Sang Kun stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and smiled: "Little Wangye, if you are defeated, admit defeat earlier, and you can still leave a little dignity!" ”

Wan Yankang didn't bother to pay attention to this person, and only said to the people behind Sang Kun: "There are no eyes on your fists and feet, there are people among you that I admire a lot, if there are people who don't want to fight with me, you can be out of the queue now!" ”

As soon as these words came out, two people flashed behind Sang Kun and bowed to Sang Kun: "Little Khan, the little prince has saved our lives, and we don't want to be enemies with him!" ”

When Sangkun heard this, he was about to have a seizure, but when he looked at the two of them, he pressed his anger again.

These two people, named Borchi and Quentin, are both captains of ten thousand years, and they have always followed Wang Han and are loyal. After Wang Han's defeat, these two people have been gathering the remnants of the army, never abandoning, and their prestige in the army is high, and they are not under Sangkun.

After Borchi and Quentin came out, Sankun came out of the back line one after another, and these people were all commanders under Borchi and Quentin. They deeply felt the grace of Yan Kang's rescue that day, so they did not want to be enemies with him.

Sang Kun was embarrassed and shouted, "There is no one else who wants to join the enemy!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Borchi and Quentin's faces changed, and they said angrily at the same time: "Sankun, what do you mean!" ”

Sang Kun snorted coldly: "It's not interesting, without a few of you, can't I win the Keree Department!" ”

Borchi and Quentin clenched their fists, eager to step forward and beat Sangkun hard.

Seeing this, Wan Yankang hurriedly persuaded him: "Borchi, Quentin, you are heroes, don't be like Sangkun!" ”

Borchi and Quentin bowed to Wan Yankang, said no more, and silently stepped aside. The commander under the command of the two also walked to the side.

Wan Yankang unbuttoned his robe, took off his shirt, and went naked, revealing his extremely strong muscles. He moved his body twice and hooked his finger at Sang Kun: "Come on!" ”

After Yan Kang went to battle naked, he said that he was neither wearing armor nor hiding a secret weapon. Most of the men on the grassland are heroic people, and when everyone sees this, they are also ready to fight naked.

Sang Kun shouted: "Under the public, what kind of system, up!" ”

Wang Han thought about it again and again last night, and always felt uneasy in his heart, he not only arranged for ten wrestlers, but also made these ten people and Sangkun wear soft armor. At this time, if the others took off their shirts, Sangkun's dozen or so people would be a little abrupt.

Wan Yankang had already seen that Sang Kun and the others were wearing inner armor, so he deliberately went out to fight naked. Since Sangkun didn't follow the open card, he didn't care, so he took the initiative to step forward and attack.

Wan Yankang was originally injured, but after more than a month of healing, he recovered from his injuries, and felt that his martial arts had made a little progress.

If Sangkun and these people have weapons, he will be afraid of one or two.

And only in terms of fists and feet, among Sangkun and these people, there are not even half of the third-rate masters, and no one can stand Yan Kang's punches and kicks. Even if Wan Yankang stood still, he could undoubtedly win with only Jiuyang's divine power to protect his body.

If Wanyan Kang is full of firepower, one person and one punch, this gambling fight can be ended without a stick of incense. It's just that for the more than 100,000 viewers below, there is a lot less interest, and they can't see Wan Yankang's divine martial arts.

So, he decided to rein in his internal strength and fight the enemy only with fists and feet.

Sang Kun was the most hateful, and Wan Yankang took the lead and punched him in the face.

After seeing Yan Kang punch him, Sang Kun immediately wrapped his hands around him, thinking that even if he was punched, he would trap him first.

But his hands were only halfway up when there was a sharp pain at the tip of his nose, his eyes went dark, and his body fell backwards, and he no longer felt anything.

As soon as Sang Kun fell, several wrestlers beside him immediately pounced, trying to grab Wan Yankang and work together to subdue him.

Wan Yankang smiled, lowered his body, and made a move to sweep his legs. This leg went down, and the momentum sank, and he immediately swept the four wrestlers in front of him to the ground, hugging his leg and crying out in pain.

After finishing Yan Kang's two moves, he solved five people, and he was unscathed, which made the remaining participants break out in a cold sweat.

They finally knew why this little prince dared to hold on so much, it turned out that there was indeed an amazing man.

Sang Kun had fallen, and the remaining ten thousand captains exchanged a few words with each other, suddenly scattered the formation, forming an encirclement, and then pressed forward step by step, trying to squeeze Yan Kang's space to shoot.

Wan Yankang saw that the opponent had dealt with it properly, so he couldn't help but stretch out his thumb and praise two sentences, then looked to the side, took two big steps, and blasted out with both fists.

Although he does not use internal force, Wan Yankang's eyesight, reaction speed and strength are beyond the reach of ordinary people, and every time he attacks a punch or kick, someone falls in response.

But after four or five breaths, the encirclement has shrunk to the extreme, and Wan Yankang has made a move, front and back, left and right, and there are human walls.

Wang Han was not far away, smiling, as if he had seen the hope of victory.

Seeing that there was no room for a shot, and he was about to be overwhelmed by the crowd, Wan Yan Kang suddenly rose into the air, making the common Foshan shadowless feet in later movies.

Wan Yankang took off into the air this time, and he had already used his internal force, which could be regarded as breaking the rules he had secretly set.

But who knows? The rules of gambling have not been stated.

The audience on the grassland, from a distance, saw Wan Yan Kang soaring into the air, and he could solve an enemy with one foot, as chic as a fairy, and they couldn't help but clamor loudly.

And Wang Han's heart began to sink continuously.

After a cup of tea, as the last person was kicked to the ground, Wang Han's heart sank to the bottom.

Wan Yankang stood alone at the highest place and shouted at Wang Han: "Wang Han, are you willing to gamble and lose!" ”

Wang Han snorted a few times, trying to tell Borchi and Quentin and a dozen others to continue fighting and dying, but after two breaths, he still gave up the idea weakly.

At the foot of the high slope, the warriors of White Horse City began to shout: "Invincible! Invincibility! Invincibility! ”

I don't know who took the lead, but some of the people in the Kereh tribe also shouted.

The rules of the prairie are the most important and strong.

Wan Yankang defeated one hundred in public, and won cleanly, which convinced everyone in the Keree Department to lose.

Following the strong is the primary way to survive on the grassland.

Wang Han shed two lines of tears, didn't say a word, and walked down silently, his body was rickety, and he seemed to be ten years old in an instant.

Wan Yankang got dressed, walked up to Borchi and Quentin, and asked solemnly: "Borchi, Quentin, are you willing to follow me and fight in all directions!" ”

Borchi and Quentin looked at each other as they fell to their knees to kiss Yan Kang's boots. Behind them, more than a dozen commanders who had never participated in the battle also knelt on the ground with the two of them, showing their surrender.

Wang Han returned to the sweat tent, and finally couldn't bear to spit out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

The soldiers hurriedly called the witch doctor and rushed to rescue Wang Han.

Wang Han woke up slowly and asked in a low voice, "Sangkun them, what's wrong?" ”

The two witch doctors looked at each other, hesitating whether to say or not.

Wang Han said sharply: "I'm not dead yet!" ”

The witch doctor had no choice but to tell Sangkun and the others the truth about their injuries.

Wan Yankang was merciless, Sang Kun and the ten wrestlers had already died, and the rest of the participants were also seriously injured and difficult to recover.

After Wang Han heard this, he closed his eyes tightly, and his face looked extremely painful.

After a while, another soldier came to report, Borchi and Quentin each took 10,000 people from their headquarters and threw themselves to the camp in White Horse City. As the two captains took a stand, there were still many warriors in the tribe at this time, and they spontaneously threw themselves into the camp of White Horse City.

Wang Han opened his eyes, sighed, and ordered: "Prepare the horse." ”

After a stick of incense, Wang Han entered Yan Kang's handsome tent alone. After the two discussed for half an hour, Wan Yankang sent Wang Hanli out of the camp.

Back in the sweat tent, Wang Han ordered someone to summon his youngest son Haji and several young grandchildren, and said softly: "Haji, you have always envied the prosperity of the Central Plains, but are you willing to live in the south?" ”

Haji is Wang Han's youngest son, he doesn't like to practice martial arts, he likes to practice literature and poetry all day long, and Wang Han originally disliked it the most. He used to say that he wanted to see the prosperity of the Central Plains, and he was not immune to Wang Han's many scoldings.

At this time, Haji listened to Wang Han's words, first felt joy in his heart, and then suddenly understood, hugged Wang Han's calf, and cried bitterly.

Wang Han stroked Haji's head: "Silly child, silly child, go to the Central Plains to live well, marry more wives and concubines, and have more children and grandchildren, don't cut off the incense of my Timur family!" ”

Haji couldn't stop crying, and only kowtowed.

Early the next morning, a monstrous cry rang out from the Creebe.

A generation of masters, Wang Han, the soul returns to the grassland!