How dare you do this!

The eyes of the two old guys, one black and one white, flashed with fear, the grassland, proud of martial arts, the two old men can become the heads of their respective tribes, and naturally they are also brave.

However, no matter how martial arts and courage they are, they have dissipated a lot with age, and now they are more of chiefs, nobles on the steppe, and then knights.

"Han people, the matter here has nothing to do with you."

Finally, under the cold glow of the arrows, the old man in white roared loudly.

Extremely pure Chinese, this old guy will definitely not be worse than Huo An in terms of Chinese, and with his words, the old man in black also looked at Bu Zheng angrily.

It's a very innocent thing, the two of them communicate well, according to the rules of the grassland, first compete in martial arts, if the competition can't be solved, everyone will fight again.

Anyway, it is also the norm in the grassland that you fight for each other, everyone knows how to fight, and they also know to what extent, so that they will not hurt themselves, but also make the enemy surrender.

You see, there are many harmonious exchanges, especially when the Xiongnu were beaten into dogs by the Han Empire, and the Han Empire did not really intervene in this grassland, there was no pressure on everyone's heads, and the communication with each other was even smoother.

The feeling of finally being able to decide where the territory under your feet belonged with your own strength and way was simply intoxicating, so the unprovoked appearance of Bu Zheng in this situation made the two old guys feel angry and uncomfortable.

However, uncomfortable is uncomfortable, the two old guys who were born were also martial arts, and now although they are no longer martial arts, their eyesight is still there, they can all judge that if they want to kill them, there is definitely no big problem.

This is embarrassing, as young steppe knights may still be able to be fearless of death, but they can no longer be afraid of life and death.

Then you can only be reasonable, this is probably also the survival wisdom of the grassland people, I will reason with you if the Central Plains is strong, and I will fight the grass valley if the Central Plains is weak.

"Anything that happens in the land of the Han has anything to do with the Han people, not to mention that I am now representing the border army of the Han Dynasty, giving you both a choice, surrender, or death."

Bu Zheng's palm loosened, and he threw the strong bow away, and the figure was already flying down from the hillside.

The old fellows of the two tribes began to fear, but now it was only his strong bow that was afraid, so that he could not completely subdue these two tribes, and more stimulation was needed.

In his heart, the surging breath was constantly expanding, and he could feel that the breath had begun to take shape, and there was still a key point before it could be completely formed.

The sword represents strength, so what does the seal represent?

The ancestral bloodline of Huaxia does not have the power that is extremely strong from the beginning, there is no magic such as water and fire, and there is no magic such as time and space, but Huaxia is probably the only country in the whole world that fuses gods and ancestors together.

In the four ancient civilizations, the gods ruled the heavens and the earth, but only Huaxia and Egypt really put the gods in the position of direct rulers, and the pharaohs and the three emperors and five emperors were among the representatives.

However, only Huaxia regards the Three Emperors and Five Emperors as the first ancestors of humanity, and Yanhuang as the ancestors.

People are gods, this is the most primitive recognition of China, and then there is a saying that people will conquer the sky, not because of ethereal arrogance, but because of the arrogance rooted in the bones, what is God, I am God.

"This is not Han land."

Listening to Bu Zheng's words, watching Bu Zheng drop his strong bow and walk down, the eyes of the two old guys flashed with coldness, and the two of them looked at the knight beside them with their eyes.

Central Plains, Saiwai, East, West, sometimes some things are the same, and those who can accompany the leader are not only henchmen, but also the most elite subordinates.

"Kill him."

An angry roar sounded, and dozens of fast horses suddenly rushed towards Bu Zheng.

Killing a Han person, representing the Han people of the border army, is something that the two old guys dare not do, but the step fight is too arrogant now, and if they don't kill it, I'm afraid their own position will not be stable.

The grassland is not as good as a civilized country, and even the situation that the Han Dynasty has a weak lord and a strong minister will cause the powerful ministers to be at the mercy of the emperor, not to mention the grassland, in the grassland, once the leader of the tribe is weak, it is no longer at the mercy, but death.

"The ancestors overcame all obstacles to have China, so where people are, where is China, it is the Han Dynasty."

Bu Zheng's eyes were Ling, and in his heart, the boiling breath exploded violently, a seal and a sword rushed out in an instant, the war knife turned slightly in his hand, and Bu Zheng met the knight in front head-on.

"Worship the heavens and seal the Zen, on behalf of the heavens, self-improvement, people are gods, people are heavens."

The sword was cut down, and even the man and the horse were split into two pieces in an instant, and at the same time, the majestic voice in Bu Zheng's mind sounded.

Like a thunderbolt bursting open, a breath of the same majesty in Bu Zheng's body was violently stimulated, supreme, noble, and dominant............

The breath that can not be described in words at all, at such a moment, the step fight is God, it is everything, behind the knight who was fighting for a knife and two petals, the knights who originally followed have already been frightened, at this time, the war horse under the crotch suddenly neighed and knelt down neatly, as if bowing down to the ground in the foot.

That side of the big seal represents the majesty, is not afraid of the heaven and earth ghosts and gods of the arrogance, but also arrogant (although it is blind, but, the oracle bone inscription of the sky is indeed very similar to a portrait of a person, look closely, the head, hands and feet are complete, but it is a person, it seems a little simple).

A hint of surprise appeared in Bu Zheng's heart, the breath of this great seal actually directly stimulated the breath of his supreme existence in his previous life, which was really terrifying.

You must know that the ancestral bloodline is all sustainably growing, and basically it only provides a growth trait, not a stereotyped power.

It's just, majesty, arrogance, what is the use of this thing growing up, is the dynasty fighting for hegemony.

Bu Zheng smiled secretly, but the expression on his face was not shocked.

"Surrender, or, death."

The figure stepped out in one step, stepped on the heads of the fallen horses, and walked lightly to the front of the two old fellows, standing behind a knight.

It is impossible for a war horse to be completely motionless even if it is controlled by the most elite knight, but after standing on the back of that war horse, this war horse seems to have received a sacred mission, and it stands still like the toughest warrior standing guard.

Bu Zheng stood on horseback like this, his head slightly lowered, and looked at the two old fellows condescendingly.