"According to the rules of the ancestors, a woman who has reached the age of eighteen and has not yet married, and the men of the nine towns and eighteen villages can rob their relatives! Jiang Miao's leader, Tianlong Zhai is the leader of Jiuxiang and Eighteen Villages, should he take the lead in disobeying the ancestral teachings! ”

Du Sheng squeezed to the gate of the small courtyard surrounded by several ghost hands, and saw a young man with slightly dark skin, a strong figure like a leopard, shaved hair on sideburns, and only a bunch of hair tied back on the top of his head said loudly.

He also had a large silver earring on his left ear and a horn scimitar stuck in his waist.

Behind him stood twenty or thirty sturdy young men, each with a scimitar pinned to his waist.

"Miao Tianhu, just because you want to marry our leader! Dream! ”

A slightly emaciated and sturdy young man on the side of Tianlong Village stood up with a tiger-headed knife on his back, and his face was gloomy.

In the corner not far behind him, several young men with languishing expressions stood with the support of the clansmen, staring at the group of people in Heimiao Village with red eyes, and their teeth itched with hatred.

On the tiger skin chair in the middle of the hall, Jiang Miao was still wearing only a leopard skin skirt and a pair of cowhide boots on her feet, exposing her snow-white slender thighs.

She tilted her head back in her chair expressionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking.

On either side of her head sat two old men with wrinkled faces and two middle-aged men with different expressions.

The young leader of Heimiao Village glanced at the young man from Tianlong Village who stood up disdainfully, stared at Jiang Miao, licked the corners of his lips and continued: "Leader Jiang Miao, whether you follow the rules of your ancestors or not, you give me a happy word!" ”

"But there is one thing I have to remind the leader, if the rules left by the ancestors are broken, even if I agree to it in Heimiao Village, I'm afraid the other villages will not agree!"

Miao Tianhu glanced at her long legs, and reminded with a fiery look in her eyes.

"This is Tianlong Village, not your Black Miao Village!"

The young man with the tiger's head knife gritted his teeth in anger, and grabbed Miao Tianhu's shoulder.

"Get out of here!"

The speed of his shot was extremely fast, but the latter moved faster, Miao Tianhu seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and suddenly turned around and struck a whip leg, directly kicking the opponent upside down and flying three or four feet away, falling to the ground with a muffled bang.

"Poof......

As soon as he landed, the man turned pale as paper and spat out a mouthful of blood, apparently suffering a lot of injuries.

"Second Brother Wang!"

"! Brothers, give it to me, kill these guys from the Black Miao Village! ”

"Dare to run to Tianlong Village to spread wild, I'm tired of being crooked!"

A group of young people who were usually good friends with the injured young man Hula immediately surrounded him, and the two of them helped him up, and the rest of them all pulled out their personal weapons.

"Come up if you have a kind!"

"Hahahaha, let's see whose knife is sharper!"

"Come on!"

Miao Tianhu's subordinates suddenly pulled out their scimitars, not only did they not have the slightest fear, but laughed provocatively.

And Miao Tianhu himself didn't even look behind him, he only had Jiang Miao in his eyes.

"All go back."

Jiang Miao got up slowly, and put her right hand on the handle of the short knife on Xiao Man's waist and said in a loud voice.

"Boss!"

As soon as the young man was in a hurry, many people shouted at her.

"Go back!"

Jiang Miao's face turned slightly cold, and she raised her tone a little and repeated.

"Listen to the leader, go back!"

Someone responded to a sentence below, and everyone glared fiercely at the people in Heimiao Village, gritting their teeth and slowly retreating unwillingly.

Miao Tianhu smiled faintly, and with a wave of his big hand, his subordinates withdrew their knives like a tide and retreated, only looking at each other defiantly with their eyes.

"My Tianlong Village is the leader of Jiuxiang and Eighteen Villages, and I will naturally follow the ancestral teachings. There is such a thing as robbing relatives in the ancestral training, but don't forget, there are also rules for robbing relatives! ”

Jiang Miao looked at Miao Tianhu coldly with a pair of phoenix eyes and said.

"That's right, robbing relatives is a word! According to the rules of the ancestors, the person who robs the relatives needs to defeat the men in the female clan to be considered successful! ”

The wrinkled old man sitting at the bottom of Jiang Miao walked over on crutches and added.

"What a strange rule."

Du Sheng frowned speechlessly, it was the first time he had heard such a rule.

Jiang Miaogui is the leader of Tianlong Village, and the men in the entire Tianlong Village are all from her clan, so doesn't it mean that Miao Tianhu has to defeat the entire Tianlong Village alone to be considered a success?

However, Miao Tianhu's next words made Du Sheng understand that he was indeed thinking too much.

"I remember that the ancestor also stipulated that there should be no more than nine members of the mother's family who protect the relatives!"

Miao Tianhu stared at Jiang Miao with burning eyes, confidently revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, twisting his neck vigorously, and making a series of crisp sounds.

"Miao Tianhu is known as the first hero in our nine towns and eighteen villages, and it is said that he killed a wolf with a dagger when he was fourteen years old! Do you think we can beat him? ”

"If Brother Peng is here, Miao Tianhu will definitely not dare to be so arrogant!"

"That's right! This guy is too insidious, he specially took advantage of Brother Peng's descent to go up the mountain to grab his relatives! ”

Du Sheng listened to the whispered discussions of several people next to him, and his face became even more ugly.

Miao Tianhu seems to have already made the idea of robbing relatives, and he still dares to come knowing that he will face a situation of one enemy and nine enemies, which shows that he has full confidence in this robbery.

"Third brother, should we go up and help? This Miao Black Charcoal is so annoying, I have to find a chance to teach him a good lesson! ”

Second sister Du Qi gritted her teeth and whispered beside her.

"Don't worry, let's see."

Du Sheng thought about it, but decided to look at the situation first before making plans.

He smelled a strong smell of conspiracy from this incident, otherwise the people of Heimiao Village would not come sooner or later, why did they go up the mountain when Brother Peng in their mouth was not there?

It's too coincidental!

Even if Miao Tianhu is skilled, he is the first master of Jiuxiang and Eighteen Villages. But how could the huge Tianlong Village not have warriors who could match it?

Thinking of this, Du Sheng tightened the double-barreled shotgun on his shoulders and looked at the middle-aged man in the council hall with a white face and beard and a mink coat.

His gaze had just lingered on the other party for a moment, when the latter suddenly raised his head, and his sharp eyes met at once.

Du Sheng had seen this person a few years ago, and if he remembered correctly, this middle-aged man who looked quite handsome was Jiang Miao's cousin, Jiang Lie, who was now the third leader of Tianlong Village.

The eyes of the two touched and separated, and the latter seemed to be fine, and raised the corners of his mouth, nodding slightly at Du Sheng.

"Old fox!"

Du Sheng snorted secretly and nodded in the same acknowledgment.

The other party can behave like this, he must have made all preparations, I am afraid that even if he calls his two subordinates over to confront him on the spot, he can easily resolve it.

"Jiang Lie should be able to guess that those two alone can't stop Ben Hou, but why would he do anything more?"

Du Sheng's heart suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt.