Mongolian Thirteen Wings!

When the previous generation of Mongolian heroes and Genghis Khan swept the world, the strongest team of thirteen people in addition to the army was the strongest force to sweep away the martial arts of the Son of Heaven in the Central Plains and destroy the Purple Thunder Sword Technique.

The members of the Thirteen Wings abandoned their names and adopted the names of the great men in Mongolian history, vowing to defend their Mongolian compatriots. Resident in the steppe outside the Guan, he tried his best to deal with all kinds of anti-Mongolian forces, and his achievements were brilliant and invincible!

"So! The thirteen wings of our beggar department! But they are all real heroes! Look at the look of these little hooves! Like my godmother, I was like this when I was young! Dreaming! I want to marry a Thirteen Wings! Chinatsu"

Aunt Qiqige stood at the door of the beggar department, raised her head and looked at it with all her might, gushing about the heroic deeds between the thirteen wings, but turned her head, but found that her 'silly girl' had quietly disappeared, Aunt Qiqige hurriedly looked around, but found that Qianxia had already run to the grassland, leading a black horse to play.

"Alas! This girl."

At this moment, on the grassland, this bright girl who was being nagged by Aunt Qiqige was caressing the mane of a black horse with a happy face, and said with a smile: "Black narcissus! How's this going today? The grasslands here are endless, compared to the Central Plains, is it more suitable for you to gallop? ”

Black Narcissus shook the mane on his body, and his big agate eyes became brighter and brighter, and he let out a low roar, as if he was answering people's grace.

Ren Ya smiled, rubbing the mane of the black narcissus vigorously, to be honest, Ren Ya fell in love with this immortal horse with wisdom in her heart.

After Zhou Yi and Renya fell into the river that day, the black narcissus was thousands of miles away, following all the way here, which greatly moved Zhou Yi and Renya, but after all, the black narcissus is a magnificent horse, naturally has its own pride, and is unwilling to live in the stable with those mortal horses in the beggar department, so he has to sleep on the grassland by himself, and only occasionally meets Zhou Yi and Renya.

After a while, Renya suddenly became interested, and her face suddenly showed an excited look, turned over and sat on the black daffodil, and shouted: "Black daffodil, come, the wind is beautiful today, let's run together for a while!" Drive! ”

After saying that, the black narcissus's hooves suddenly exerted force, and suddenly rode into the dust, drawing a black wind on the grassland.

At this time, in the distance of the grassland, a group of ten people of different colors were talking and laughing slowly in the direction of the Qiyan tribe.

"I said, guess what, this time we won such a big battle, robbed so much grain and grass back to the tribe, and those girls in the tribe still can't get their legs together because of me!" The one who opened his mouth was a very tall young man, with hair as short and stiff as the roots of weeds, standing on his scalp and feeling a little unkempt.

"Jochi, it's better not to think about it, after all, we have here, you are the most vegetable, and" Just after Jochi finished speaking, a man with long hair flowing in the wind who was riding in front of him immediately turned around and joked: "You are still ugly!" That's not a cure! ”

"Holy! What do you say, Hazar! Jochi was immediately annoyed and angry, and he wanted to go up and chase after Hezar.

"What are you two doing! I'm going to be in the tribe soon, so I'll be paying attention to the impact a little bit. "The woman who spoke was Timur the White Deer, the deputy of the Thirteen Wings, an absolute wise man, more like a majestic mistress than the slightly lazy chieftain.

Jochi and Hezar, who were still fighting just now, stuck out their tongues to each other when they heard Timur's words.

Suddenly, the man riding his horse and standing at the front of the thirteen wings, the momentum of the man with a heavy bow and arrow on his back suddenly changed, and his gaze like a falcon was as sharp as a knife.

"There's movement!"

Before the rest of the wings could react, a black wind flashed out, and the leader of the wings, who was carrying the long knife on his back, had already swept out far away.

In the distance, the galloping people were elegant, and in the sense of the Heavenly Demon Skill, an extremely majestic, heavy, and domineering existence suddenly appeared, and his face immediately stagnated, and he raised his eyes.

I saw the man flying on a horse in front of him, not to mention the height of 1.9 meters, like the flawless physique of the ancient Greek gods, long flowing hair as black as ink, broad forehead, straight nose and thin lips, and a short beard on the resolute chin, and his appearance and temperament seem to vividly reflect the meaning of the existence of the words "hero" and "hegemon".

"Who are you?" Renya asked involuntarily.

The man on the horse looked at Renya and Black Narcissus from top to bottom, his hot gaze made people feel intimidated unconsciously, and the corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, as if with a condescending meaning, and said, "Who are you?" ”

Renya was not afraid at all, but raised her pretty face and said sharply: "Obviously, I asked you first, you are not polite!" Then Yara turned the reins of the black narcissus, turned his head, and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" The man hurriedly rode his horse and grabbed Renya, and said, "Is this horse yours?" ”

"Nonsense!" Renya glanced at him, didn't want to say more to him, and quickly drove the black narcissus straight to the beggar department. Unexpectedly, the man rode his horse after him.

Renya wanted to rely on the footsteps of the black narcissus, but he was afraid that it would not take a moment of effort to get the annoying person far away, but after only a few breaths, the man gradually caught up, and took a position several positions behind Renya, and kept shouting: "Girl, are you willing to transfer this horse to me, I am willing to pay any price, I only wish to be able to get this horse!" ”

"Dreaming!" Ren Ya didn't look back, and replied viciously.

After a few breaths, Renya had already returned to the door of the Qiyan Department, she turned over and dismounted and ran back to Aunt Qiqige quickly, just wanted to speak out about the matter, but suddenly found that the entire Qiyan tribesmen gathered at the camp gate were like little girls chasing stars, looking at the direction of the sky and casting respect and worship from the heart.

I saw the man chasing Renya with his back slowly retracting the reins and slowly walking to the camp, and suddenly the entire beggar department resounded with an earth-shattering shout.

"Long live the Chief!"

"Thirteen Wings Take Off!"

"Long live the Immortal Heaven!"

Renya, who was tightly held by Aunt Qiqige, looked at the tall and burly figure again in a trance, the sturdy man who looked like Hercules, the ancient Greek god Hercules, and whispered.

"He is the legendary blue wolf who inherited the name of Temujin from the head of the thirteen wings of the Mongols?" (To be continued.) )