In the struggle of Fang Cai, the thick carpet on the ground had been broken into several pieces by the knife, and Yang Chengzu had obviously lost the strength to resist, and at this time, he suddenly made a difficulty, which was also much to Mo Rigen's expectations. With a roar of rage, Morrigan's tower-like body took a few steps backwards and fell to the ground. Yang Chengzu struck a successful blow, and the person swooped up like a cannon ejecting the chamber, fists, palms, elbows, legs, and knees, like lightning, and I don't know how many punches and kicks have been bombarded out. Even the first-class players on the rivers and lakes have only one way to retreat under the fast attack of this speed.

The sudden change caught this Mongolian warrior off guard, and Mo Zhigen is strong in strength, and clever change is not his forte. The scimitar in his hand was knocked to the ground, and because he lost the opportunity, in the face of lightning-like punches and kicks, Morrigan covered his head with his arms, almost completely passively beaten without counterattack. Guo Jiujie and the female soldier both showed joy on their faces, and only Luo Feihong was not in a hurry

"Don't be too happy, Mozhigen is the No. 1 athlete at the Naadam conference, you know what Naadam is competing for? horseback riding, archery, and ...... Wrestling! ”

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly sounded in the tent, as if a giant beast of the wilderness had woken up from its deep sleep. Yang Chengzu's body seemed to be pushed by something, and he staggered backwards, retreating more than a dozen steps in a row before he could barely stand still. Mo Rigen lowered his arms to protect his face, he was tall and long, he was tightly protected, there were no scars on his face, and the attack that seemed to be very powerful just now did not cause much actual damage to him.

He grinned, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said in an unfamiliar Chinese dialect: "Are you done fighting?" Han! Is this your tactics, similar to those so-called martial arts masters I have encountered? It's no different from a woman beating me on the back, now it's me! ”

He slowly stood up, didn't even look at the scimitar, squatted slightly, and made a gesture of preparing to pounce in the wrestling. The palm of the left hand gently rubs the right fist, and at the same time, the neck moves left and right in a regular rhythm. As he moved, the joints around his body exploded, as if someone had lit a string of firecrackers.

Luo Feihong seemed to be afraid that the second daughter would not understand, so she introduced beside her, "I have also practiced martial arts, when it comes to kung fu in the rivers and lakes, I always like to pass on the mystery and mystery, and the martial arts seem to have become the introduction to cultivating immortals." It's all about cheating people out of money, and if it's simple, the teacher will have no food. In fact, kung fu is a thing to put it bluntly, and it is not uncommon, and it is impossible to get around this one by reducing ten times with one force. No matter how many tricks Yang Chengzu has, he will also lose, Mo Rigen's strength is much greater than him, as for the faster than the ...... In fact, he is also losing! ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Rigen's body had already pounced forward like an angry eagle, and with a roar, the white mist rose. His movements were as fast as the wind, and he barely allowed anyone time to react or dodge, so he held Yang Chengzu's body in his arms. At the same time, the lime bag that Yang Chengzu hid on his body also slapped on Mo Rigen's face.

This kind of method of sprinkling lime in the hands of the hand, whether it is a battle formation or an inter-tribal competition, no one will use it. If anyone does this trick on the grassland, they won't have to go out tomorrow. Mo Rigen didn't expect this change, and he was slapped squarely, and the huge pain and burning sensation in his eyes made him furious.

With his arms tightly retracted inward, Yang Chengzu only felt as if he was in the middle of two walls, and the two walls were still slowly but unstoppably squeezing towards the middle. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out of the other party's shackles.

Because the two were so close, he could barely change any moves, and could only gouge at each other violently with his fists. Phoenix Eye Fist, Cannon Hammer, Inch Strength, Iron Finger, almost every technique he could think of was displayed, and the fist hit faster than Fang Cai, and the sound was like a drum. But his fists and kicks did not have a significant effect on this Mongolian man, this strangulation was still going on slowly but firmly, and the other party also had the intention to prevent Yang Chengzu from dying happily, and wanted to squeeze him to death in this way.

Yang Chengzu's secret weapon had been seized after he was captured, and the last bag of lime was already his only means. Mo Rigen's bravery was beyond the scope of his expectations, and he could still hold on to his eyes when he was injured.

His breathing had begun to be difficult, as if his eyeballs had protruded outward, and his internal organs seemed to be crowded together due to the huge external force, his heart was tumbling violently, and his throat was full of saltiness. Luo Feihong shouted angrily: "Despicable and shameless! Actually use lime, you are looking for death! ”

She was originally sitting on the low table with her knees crossed, but then she stood on the low table violently, ready to make a move. Guo Jiujie shouted: "You never said that you are not allowed to use hidden weapons!" You used a scimitar, why can't he use lime. You quickly let Mo Zhigen let go, this game can be counted as a combination or a loss, in short, let that bastard let go first! ”

"Let go? Now even if the king of heaven comes, he will not let go. But this bastard dares to hurt my number one general, and I won't let him go. General Mozhigen, I'm here to help you. ”

She flew to her feet and kicked the two women who tried to stop her and rolled them in both directions, and then the man rose into the air, her skirt fluttering like a blooming lotus. Like a goddess descending to earth, people fell towards the two people who were entangled. In the screams of Guo Jiujie and the female soldier, Luo Feihong's body had already appeared behind Mo Rigen, followed by a roar and scream.

Yang Chengzu was originally oppressed by the huge force, he couldn't breathe, his resistance was gradually weak, and the strength of the struggle was getting smaller and smaller. But just when he thought that he had reached the limit, the huge pressure was inexplicably relaxed, and under his subconscious punch, the opponent who was originally as unshakable as a stone pillar suddenly fell back weakly like Mount Tai.

This big man like a giant spirit, bleeding from his seven orifices, with two ringed eyes open angrily, it seems that he will not believe that he will actually fall until he dies. His eyes were burned red from the lime, but the injury was not fatal.

He was wearing cowhide shoulders, coupled with years of hard skills, Yang Chengzu's fists and feet did not cause him much damage. The Mongolians who came in checked for a long time, but they didn't find that Mo Rigen had fatal wounds, and finally suddenly knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, and kowtowed to the dead corpse again and again, and then kowtowed to Luo Feihong again and again.

Yang Chengzu thought that the next step was to divide his body with a knife, but he saw that no Mongolian took care of him. Luo Feihong changed into a classical Mongolian robe, and the expression on her face became extremely serious and sad.

A large number of Mongolian men, dressed as if they were the leaders of the tribe, came in like a stream to look at the corpses, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Luo Feihong spoke Mongolian in his mouth, as if he was conveying some orders, and after being busy for half an hour, some Mongolians knelt down and kowtowed to her with joy on their faces. The other part of the Mongols wanted to defend with a great change of expression, but they were immediately knocked to the ground and dragged out.

It wasn't until these things were done that Luo Feihong flicked her belt, and the robe fell off the ground, revealing her outfit that was almost Quanguo. Then the person leaned towards the dwarf, and looked at Yang Chengzu with slanted eyes, "How is it?" I helped you so much, or rather, saved your life, should I thank me? ”

Yang Chengzu spread his hands, "I'm sorry, I don't understand, why are you helping me?" ”

"Because I want to talk to you about cooperation, I think you must have a lot of questions to ask me, don't worry, we have time. But it seems that we should prepare a little mare's milk wine, and some cheese and jerky. Maybe you don't like it, but you can't help it, that's all there is here. ”

obviously lost the best warriors in the tribe, but the look on Luo Feihong's face seemed to have discarded a burden, and he was in a particularly good mood. Under her orders, several maids brought wine, cheese and dried meat, and took Guo Jiujie and the female soldier out.

Looking at Yang Chengzu's expression, Luo Feihong smiled slightly, "Don't worry, before we talk about it, I will guarantee the safety of those two women." Unless you refuse my terms, neither you nor they will suffer. ”