Jiang Wei recognized this person as Beihe, the patriarch of the Hu tribe, and said with a smile: "Since the patriarch of Beihe is interested, it is naturally better to be respectful than to obey his fate!" ”

Bei He nodded, took a spear from the attendant, and asked, "I use the spear, are you good at it?" ”

At this time, Jiang Wu, who was sweating profusely, carried a green heavy gun about three or four feet long, passed through the crowded crowd, and waited in front of Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei stretched out his hand to take it, danced a spear flower, opened the door, and said in a deep voice: "You should be accompanied!" ”

"Look at the move!"

Bei He exhaled, flipped his wrist and pressed the horizontal tip of the spear downward, and the head of the spear threw out a burst of afterimages.

Without saying a word, he hurriedly stepped forward to attack, seeing that his offensive was fierce, as if he wanted to knock the opponent down in three or five moves.

Jiang Wei has been immersed in marksmanship for many years, and this time the green sank in his hand, and he gave birth to a calm and calm atmosphere, which was a different kind of magnanimity when he held the knife.

"When-when-when-"

But seeing that he did not retreat but advanced, he greeted each other, the ape arm was lightly extended, and in a blink of an eye, he had already received the three strong attacks of Beihe.

Fourth, Jiang Wei took advantage of the fact that Beihe's old strength was exhausted and the new power was not born, and he suddenly bullied and turned defense into offense.

Unexpectedly, he not only had a stable defense like a mountain, but also changed his tactics even more ruthlessly and quickly, and when he was caught off guard, his right shoulder was swept cleanly by the handle of the gun, and the right half of his body suddenly became numb, and he could no longer hold the spear in his hand, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing this, all the Qianghu Haojie present were greatly taken aback.

Zhiyuan was defeated by one more move, perhaps because he underestimated the enemy's rash advance; But Jiang Wei only used five moves before and after, and he also beheaded Beihe under the horse, which can fully explain the problem - it must be known that Beihe is known as the first shot of Fenghui Hu, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Only then did they really understand that the strength of this general under the King of Hanzhong was really extraordinary, but they were afraid that General Shenweitian was not much stronger than this person back then.

As a result, the eyes of the surrounding Qianghu people looking at Jiang Wei showed more or less excitement and admiration.

In the field, Beihe bowed his head and left the scene.

Jiang Wei smiled and slammed the handle of the gun on the ground, standing in the wind.

"Who dares to fight!"

There was a loud shout, and the audience was silent.

At this time, Bai Huwen, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly laughed loudly, then clasped his hands together and slowly patted three palms.

A short time later, an attendant led a red-haired horse into the field. With the appearance of this horse, everyone in the field showed envious expressions and burst into exclamations.

"It's White Tiger Wen's beloved Dawan Tianma!"

"This horse is precious, even if I search my West Sea grassland, I may not be able to find a horse that is exactly the same."

"This is the beloved horse given to him by the alliance leader, and he is willing to take it out as a lottery head."

Jiang Wei listened to the discussions around him one by one, and couldn't help but look at them carefully.

In the eye, but see that although this horse is not yet an adult, the size has not yet grown, but the head is thin and the neck is high, the limbs are slender, the skin is thin and the hair is fine, the pace is light, and it has the style of the red rabbit horse of the year.

At this time, Bai Huwen stepped forward and said: "This horse is a purebred Dawan breed, and it was obtained by the alliance lord last year. It is two and a half years old and will be able to ride in the spring of next year. ”

Speaking of this, he pointed to the carpet with three trophies piled on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"I am willing to use this horse to bet on your three treasures on the ground, I wonder if Brother Jiang dares to fight?"

Jiang Wei's heart was moved, and he secretly thought, Yinping lost the red rabbit, depressed all day long, quite unhappy, if I can win this horse gift today, so that she can be accompanied in Shuzhong, it may not be able to relieve her sorrow.

Thinking of this, laugh right now.

Bai Huwen said again: "I'm good at shooting right away, can Brother Jiang fight?" ”

Jiang Wei smiled: "Why not! ”

At that moment, Zhi Wudai ordered people to bring the mounts of the two, and ordered people to expand the field to a radius of thirty zhang.

At that time, Jimi had a lot of martial arts duels, but it was unheard of for him to duel on horseback.

The liveliness here almost caused a sensation in the entire Xihai tribe, but in a moment, countless onlookers gathered in the venue.

Many people could not find a place to stand, so they climbed into tents and railings to watch.

For a while, the three floors inside and outside the venue were surrounded by water, which was really empty and unprecedented.

Jiang Wu on the side looked particularly nervous, and couldn't stop rubbing his hands and feet.

Mi Wei patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm so nervous, don't you know Boyo's martial arts?" ”

Jiang Wu was about to put his mind at ease, but Yang Lan glanced at him and said with cold water: "White Tiger Wen is my number one hero in the West Sea, below the Shenwei Heavenly General, he has never been defeated!" ”

At the same time, he was faintly and a little uneasy, and said in his heart: "This person can't shoot arrows right away, and I don't know ......how to shoot right away."

On the field, Jiang Wei and Bai Huwen sat on horseback, each holding a gun in their hands, and they were twenty zhang away.

A gust of wind blew, causing the torches to flicker and extinguish.

At this moment, the two suddenly met their eyes, each of them squeezed the horse's belly, and suddenly rushed forward.

At full speed, the distance of twenty zhang is instantaneous.

Bai Huwen clamped his legs between the horses, swept a strong shot across the spear, and took Jiang Wei's upper body. This shot opened and closed widely, covering a huge area, and at the same time powerful and heavy, if the slightest carelessness in the response, it is very likely to be swept off the horse.

Jiang Wei was calm, ran his arms through his arms, and blocked the opponent's shot with the body of the green sinking gun.

Only a bang was heard, and the two shots were staggered, and the blow was evenly matched.

When the two were about to stagger over, Bai Huwen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, his wrist twisted lightly, and his backhand was another shot, stabbing towards Jiang Wei's back.

Jiang Wei was unhurried, he made an iron plate bridge on horseback, hung on his horse, and fired this blow with both hands with a horizontal gun.

It's just a breath of effort, and a man and a horse have already staggered.

The onlookers were all taken aback when they saw this, not to mention that Bai Huwen's shot came suddenly and had nothing to do; Jiang Wei's response can also be called calm and calm, and it is wonderful.

Everyone saw that the first meeting between the two was so wonderful, and they all exclaimed that the trip was worthwhile, and the cheers and cheers were like huge waves emptying, and they roared again.

In the field, Jiang Wei and Bai Huwen had stopped hedging for the second time, but they still couldn't help the opponent, so they sat on horseback, guns came and went, and they fought together.

The two of them are iron spears of more than fifty pounds, and their strength and riding skills are also equal, and neither of them has the strength to humiliate the opponent, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner without fifty or seventy combinations.

Seeing this, Jiang Wei changed to the "rear strike" style of play, trying to figure out the opponent's path and looking for opportunities to attack its flaws.

But in Bai Huwen's opinion, his style of play was obviously on the defensive, so he clenched his steel teeth and kept swinging, trying to break the opponent as soon as possible with strength and strength.

On the field, the sand and stones were flying, the dragons and snakes were dancing wildly, and the two sides were half a catty to eight taels, and no one could help anyone.

The onlookers had never seen such a hearty decisive battle, and they all shouted and screamed.

After fighting for a while, Jiang Wei finally realized that the fierceness of the White Tiger Wen was not inferior to Zhang Bao's innate divine power, and even more importantly, not to lose his superb riding skills, but his skills in spear skills were slightly insufficient compared to himself, or even compared to Zhang Bao.

To deal with such an opponent, it is necessary to play fast and slow, and control the rhythm in your own hands, so as to have a chance to expose its big flaws.

Realizing this, he took advantage of Bai Huwen's change of moves, inhaled sharply, and suddenly turned defense into attack.

I saw him pick up the body of the gun, and suddenly shook it, and the head of the gun jumped on the door of the white tiger regardless of it.

Bai Huwen only regarded Jiang Wei's spear skills as his own, but he never expected that the iron spear in his hand could become so flexible!

In a panic, he hurriedly pressed the gun to resist.

One move misses the opportunity and the move is behind.

Since then, Jiang Wei's hands have been green, like a swimming snake, only looking for a place where the opponent is difficult to guard against.

What's even more infuriating is that his marksmanship has seven points in the three-point reality, and he can obviously block, but he suddenly changes his route on the way, chasing the opponent's weak points like chasing souls.

Bai Huwen was embarrassed to deal with it, only to feel that Jiang Wei's gun path became more and more erratic, and the cold sweat on his forehead gradually fell.

While Jiang Wei was exerting himself to his heart's content, he finally gradually realized what Zhao Yun said back then, as long as there is one practice of strength and speed, martial arts can reach the top; But only when you have both strength and speed can you have a chance to peek at the top of the statement.

The victory or defeat appears after the thirtieth combination.

Bai Huwen was clumsy, and finally it was difficult to stop Jiang Wei from fighting more and more bravely, and he was swept off his horse with a shot in the thirty-seventh combination.

The white tiger who fell to the ground was also down, only to see him get up one by one, and he didn't care about patting the dust off his body, and said:

"Brother Jiang's martial arts are strong, and the White Tiger is convinced!"

No one expected that in a hurry, the young Han Jiang Weineng would immediately force Baihuwen, who was the No. 1 in the West Sea, to come here.

The cheers on the field became weaker and weaker, and everyone only took a pair of eyes to look at the strange but heroic Han boy in the field.