Huo Yi glanced at the barbarian youth coldly, and thought in his heart, he was really anxious, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he looked like he was already thirty years old, and he really couldn't bear to look at it directly.

The barbarian young man didn't know what Huo Yi was thinking, but he didn't take a look at himself as a cold eye. At the age of fourteen, he defended the youth of the other four tribes with the strength of one person when the five tribes met with the alliance of the five tribes, and won the first beauty of the Wuxi tribes, the niece of the barbarian king on duty in the Chenxi tribe, and the heart of Luo Geyue, the princess of Zhaoyue. A marriage contract was made with him.

From the point of view of the barbarian tribes of Wuxi, Moshako is the first warrior of the young generation, and he is also the son of the Moyun Leopard, and he is bound to be the next co-leader of the various tribes of Wuxi. The transcendence of his status can be seen, but Huo Yi's cold eyes seem to sting the proud heart of this first warrior.

Moshako took off his turban and was still on Huo Yi's chest, slowly sliding down the bright armor. Moyun Leopard and the people behind him were suddenly startled, and the atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became delicate, as if a fierce fight would break out between the two sides in the next moment.

Huo Yi clearly smelled a rotten smell that had not been washed for many years, so he could only forcibly hold his breath. He knew what this turban meant to an adult barbarian, this turban was a necessity for every barbarian to become an adult, and it was like life, and this throw meant that this barbarian youth would challenge him endlessly.

Huo Yi understands even more that with the treachery of these people, cruel and easy to kill, if he dies, his subordinates will definitely not give up; If this Moshako died, not only would it mean that a famous barbarian king would fall in advance, but the same Huo Yi who had crossed over would also lie under the siege of tens of thousands of barbarians.

Huo Yi picked up the oily turban, and didn't look at the young man: "This is something that your clan regards as life, as the leader of these clans in the future, you must not only have brute strength, but also a wise mind!" The Han people have a saying, 'The son of a daughter can't sit down', and it's not your job to fight hard with others. ”

Holding back the nausea in his heart, he slowly tidied up the turban and solemnly handed it to the young man: "Your life shouldn't end here!" It's a senseless fight. ”

Moshako didn't take the turban, but just looked at Huo Yi viciously, his eyes as fierce as a wolf: "Coward! Do you dare to accept my challenge? I want to say that it is not my life that ends here, but yours! ”

Huo Yi smiled, slowly walked to his mount, and untied his iron gun: "Come on!" Use your greatest strength. ”

At this time, Huo Yi was apprehensive, he knew that his martial arts were already extraordinary, but after all, what he had was only a twelve-year-old body, and the strength available for use was really limited, and he had to face the king of the barbarians who could kill Gan Ning among the ten thousand armies, although he was still only an immature body.

Huo Yi has been avoiding the firefight with these people, because he has not yet mastered everything, but people have fire after all, although this body is just a thin scholar's soul, but the pride that comes from his bones makes him stand here with a gun.

The young barbarian king seemed to be surprised by the courage of this young man, who looked younger than himself, but had a pride that was not inferior to his own.

The barbarian youth wielded the iron thistle bone (the long version of the mace), like a demon god descended from ancient times, and the weapon seemed to be very heavy, twisting the air as if it was torn apart, and with the habit of running Moshako, he went straight to Huo Yi.

Huo Yi knew that he couldn't dodge, although his opponent was amazingly powerful, he saw his spear roll out in an extremely twisted way, which was exactly one of the killing moves of the dragon lance, trapped dragon scroll.

In the process of running, Namoshako suddenly saw a cold star flash from his stick shadow, slowly enlarging in his eyes. Moshako was stunned on the spot, and the momentum of the two sides was broken by the opponent as soon as they took over the account, this Han boy was not simple.

Namoshako held the mace horizontally, pressed down the iron spear, just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that the iron spear was as flexible as a snake, from left to right, Moshako only felt that his hand was numb, and the mace in his hand fell to the ground.

Huo Yi didn't want this person's life, so he flashed left with his feet, and a shot swept Moshako's ankle, and the huge man fell to the ground like a landslide.

Everyone was shocked. The Moyun Leopard even instantly held his hand on the handle of the Devil's Head Knife. Behind Huo Yi, the long knife in Wang Chong's hand creaked. The two sides are on the verge of breaking out.

Huo Yi put away the gun and returned, holding the gun in his right hand, and reached over with his left hand, pulling up Moshako.

This Moshako's blood-like face turned black, and he knelt down on one knee: "Moshako has eyes but no beads, and he doesn't know masters, so he should be beaten!" ”

Huo Yi smiled, and didn't go to help Moshake, he was bound to suppress the surname of this barbarian, imitating the tone of the martial arts masters of later generations: "Practicing martial arts is the need to strengthen the body and strengthen the foundation, and people don't compete with each other to live or die!" Am I good enough to talk now? ”

Moshako said shyly: "Of course it is enough! Moshakoh has taken off his turban, and if I am defeated and not dead, this life is at your command, and if you tell me to die, I will die before you now. ”

That Moyun Leopard originally asked Moshake to go to the Han people to learn the skills of the Han people, and come back so that he could have enough heart and eyes to be the barbarian king of Wuxi, otherwise, how could he fight the other old people of all ethnic groups in Sixi who had already become fine? After all, there are only five years left, and Moshako is about to take over the Wuxi barbarians and become the co-ruler of Wuxi.

But unexpectedly, this Moshako's surname is upright, and he actually implements his group training so thoroughly, and if he is defeated and not dead, he is a slave.

Moyun Leopard regretted it, but then thought about it, this Huo Yi's superb martial arts has only been seen in his life, and Huang Zhong, the general of Changsha County in Jingzhou, has this martial arts, and he must have a great future; Looking at this person's benevolence and righteousness, if Moshako has his trust, won't all these Wuxi barbarians have to be under the command of my son?

After figuring out this verse, the Moyun Leopard was also the presence of the old god, and he didn't care about the anger and incomprehension in the eyes of many clansmen, but just waved his hand to calm his people down, and acquiesced in Moshako's confession.

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