Fortunately, this time it was Bagen who launched the attack first, and although Xiaoying came first, he also had time to react.

The scimitar that was originally slashing at Xiaoying had to change direction halfway, turn down, and knock towards the long stick.

However, Bagan, who thought he could sweep the opponent's weapon, failed to do so.

The long stick that was as swift as a python and stabbed at him suddenly disappeared, as if what he had just seen was just an illusion, and the scimitar that blocked downward did not touch anything, and the full strength in his hand was empty, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Huh!" Before Bagan could recover from the discomfort of hitting the air, a black dot changed from small to large, and the tip of the stick that had just disappeared appeared in his eyes again, and the target did not change, still pointing directly at his throat.

Bagan was helpless, his feet were waisted, his waist was urging, his hands were exerting force, and he raised the scimitar that had been swung down to block upward.

It's just that just when he was about to sweep it, the long stick retracted again, and Bagan did useless work again.

In this way, what I saw in the eyes of the onlookers was that Xiaoying kept stabbing Bagen with an ash rod, and most of the time the target was pointing at Bagan's throat, and occasionally changing it, it was also stabbing at the vital parts of the chest and abdomen.

And Bagen could only keep swinging his knife, blocking up and down, left and right, without even the slightest chance to fight back.

Whenever the long stick is about to be touched by Bagan's scimitar, Xiaoying will withdraw the long stick in time, leaving Bagan in vain.

A few times he obviously wanted to get out of the way, and Xiaoying exchanged injuries for injuries, and had a way of playing together, but the weapon was not long enough and the speed was not fast, but he was forced by Xiaoying to be in a hurry, and he had to resist several moves in embarrassment in order to stabilize his position.

Next to Meng Gen, Chao Lu and Cha Gan, the three of them all looked straight at each other, they never thought that this little girl would be so violent, they thought to themselves, change to themselves, and now I am afraid that this is also the end, before such a fierce offensive, the difference is nothing more than who lasts longer.

"Don't be so dodgy if you have the ability." Bagan was panting and screaming, the fur hat on his head was no longer there, and his father's bald head was dripping with sweat and steaming.

Obviously, he was blocking in embarrassment, and the knife in his hand couldn't even touch the long stick, but he said that Xiaoying was dodging, just to provoke Xiaoying to have a hard collision with him.

Zhiwen smiled secretly, Xiaoying was influenced by his brother Song Caijie, and when fighting with people, he didn't like to fight hard, but was more flexible and changeable, and preferred to avoid the real and attack the false, but if you want to think that they have little strength, then you are wrong, Bagen thinks that he can gain the upper hand in strength, and he is destined to suffer a big loss.

"As you wish!" Xiaoying snorted lightly, sprinted with another lunge, and the ash rod in her hand stabbed Bagen's throat again, looking at her indomitable appearance, she didn't plan to withdraw the long stick again, but to collide with Bagen once.

Bagan was overjoyed, hum, a little girl, how strong can she be, the scimitar that was swinging upwards added a few more strength, as long as she could sweep the long stick, Bagan believed that she would definitely be able to knock it away, and when the time came, she couldn't deal with her with the scimitar in her hand.

"Phew!" There was a loud bang, the sound of knives and sticks colliding.

"Whew!" There was a soft sound, the sound of a long stick being slashed by a scimitar.

What everyone saw was Bagan holding a knife in his right hand and clubbing the knife on the ground, while Xiaoying was holding a long stick that was a little shorter, and the tip of the stick was once again against Bagan's throat.

Things didn't go as Bagen thought, although Xiaoying's long stick was cut off, but it was not knocked off, but Bagen himself, his right hand was sore and numb by this blow, and he almost couldn't hold the knife, where could he still block Xiaoying's ensuing attacks, and he could only watch the tip of the other party's stick gently put on his neck.

If it weren't for Bagan's quick wits and inserting the knife into the soil, the knife would most likely have left his hand, and his face would have been lost.

"Have you taken it?" Xiaoying asked with a smile, panting slightly, beads of sweat oozing from the tip of her nose and forehead.

Seeing this, Zhiwen hurriedly stabbed Xue Ping.

And Bagan was so ashamed that he couldn't wait to dig a pit and bury himself, and in front of so many people, he was defeated by a little girl, which made him how to hold his head up, and how to face those two followers in the future.

Xue Ping didn't know when he appeared beside Bagen, gently picked up the tip of the stick, and glanced at Xiaoying again.

"I've been fighting for a long time, I'm a little hungry again, Brother Xiaozhi, do you have anything to eat?" Xiao Ying heard the song and knew the meaning of the strings, took back the long stick, walked back to the fire and sat down.

Xue Ping put his arm around Bagen's shoulders and said, "Little brother, don't be discouraged, I thought about it at the beginning..., I was also captured by these three girls." ”

The voice was low, but it was loud enough for the Mongolian boys to hear.

"Huh?!" The four of them all let out a low voice, and the three of them had personally experienced Xue Ping's skills, and knew that they were far from being opponents.

Although Meng Gen has not seen it, but looking at the means of these three people getting on and off the horse and wielding the lasso, they must not be bad, and they are adult strong men, he said that he was defeated by three girls, and the four of them were a little unbelievable.

"Uh, one-on-three, one-on-three." Xue Ping explained with some embarrassment, although he was ordered by Zhiwen to appease Bagen, he couldn't ruin his reputation, besides, this is the truth.

The four of them believed it a little, but even if they beat one of the three and captured Xue Ping, these three girls are also very amazing.

Bagen was relieved that this uncle was not an opponent, and if he was defeated, what was the matter.

Immediately walked in front of Zhiwen, according to the Han etiquette in his memory, he clasped his fists with both hands and said, "Zheng Gongzi, I am willing to gamble and lose, but in the future, if there is a dispatch, I will obey it." ”

"Really?" Zhiwen asked.

"Seriously!" Bagen stood upright, extremely serious, and his face was a little unsightly, "You don't believe me? ”

"That's good," Zhiwen smiled, "I have a dispatch now, you... Do it or not? ”

"Then it is necessary to say, even if it is commanded." Bargan patted his chest and said.

"Are there any nomadic families or tribes around here?" Zhiwen asked.

"Well, I think about it," said Bargan, "if you go south, there will be none, and when you first came, our tribe was probably the first one you encountered." ”

"Who said they were going south," Zhiwen said, "and we'll pack up later, and we'll head east." ”

"Huh?" As soon as Zhiwen's voice fell, not only Bagen, but everyone else looked at him suspiciously, and asked one after another:

"Not going south? Zheng Gongzi. ”

"Don't you go back to Zhangjiakou? Elder brother. ”

"Where else are you going?"

The last one is Xiaoying, who hasn't played enough.