The blood-colored knife light approached, and Zhou Qingfeng didn't even think about raising his hand and letting go of a 'lightning strike technique'. The blue current with a thick arm was extremely fast, and it crushed the knife light with a bang, and it also slashed at the bald man's waist knife.

The bald barbarian also never expected that he would meet an eight-year-old demon in front of a dirty and smelly horse market house, and when he saw the electric light, he could no longer change his moves, so he could only burst into tears again to protect his arm with all his strength, and bear the powerful current that came down the hilt of the knife alive.

The crackling electric current split the bald barbarian and screamed, and after a long time, he was covered in green smoke, and his image changed greatly. The rotten skin robe was turned into ashes, the skin was red like a cooked live shrimp, and even the waist knife in his hand was shining with a high temperature, as if it was about to melt.

Both sides of the duel were taken aback by the toughness of their opponents.

Zhou Qingfeng only felt scared after he made his move, he had seen a fairy-like woman surnamed Yuan kill someone, the sword light was drawn like an arc of the moon, cold and deadly, without warning. The sword light of the barbarian in front of him could not be separated from the tip of the knife, and his strength was much worse, but the ruthlessness was no different. What shocked him was that the other party actually resisted his 'lightning strike technique' and didn't die, and he became even more manic after being provoked.

The bald barbarian was even more surprised than Zhou Qingfeng, he had rare opponents on weekdays, and the Ming Dynasty slaves he saw were all honest and weak. This time, he accompanied his master to Fushun, and the merchants of the Ming Dynasty he saw could only be said to be cunning and cunning, and none of them could convince him in martial arts. Especially the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty on the border pass, even the general's family members are weak chickens in his eyes, and they are not worth mentioning.

Who would have thought that in order to make room for the master to set up a tent, he would also encounter hard stubble, and this hard stubble turned out to be a little child? The bald brute would not admit defeat, he was stunned for only a few seconds before screaming viciously and swinging his knife again.

In this case, Uncle Zhou can only admit it. His spiritual power is replenished very quickly, and he can fill the best Dongzhu with 2.5 grids of spiritual power in half a day. But he could only unleash two complete spells, and he couldn't even do it with a three-plate axe. Seeing that the bald barbarian was crazy and wanted to continue fighting, he naturally shouted...... "Senior brother, someone is bullying me!" ”

When Zhou Qingfeng got into contact with the bald barbarian, Yang Jian in the house had already noticed it. Hearing that the bald barbarian wants to drive himself away, this is naturally not good. Thinking that his junior and younger skills were low, Yang Jian came out early and prepared to take over this Liangzi. Who knew that Uncle Zhou carried the first battle by himself, and the thick lightning strike and lightning startled Yang Jian - when did this kid be so rebellious?

But after the first battle, the bald barbarian did not show weakness, raised his knife and fought again. Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted for help. Yang Jian, who was behind, took out a peachwood sword and pierced a stack of talisman seals to burn out of thin air, and several golden swords flew out in the firelight, stabbing at the two ribs of the bald barbarian from the left and right. The bald barbarian has long dared not dare to hold up, and when he saw that he had changed his opponent, he was even more energetic.

Zhou Qingfeng hid behind Yang Jian and watched, and it could be seen that this bald barbarian was climbing the 'muscles and bones' cultivation route, and all his strength was on his tendons. The border wasteland lacks cultural inheritance, and the people who live here are fierce and wild, and those who can practice rely on talent. Therefore, the number of cultivators here is small, and none of the people who may survive are weak.

Although there are fights and brawls every day in the horse market, it is not new for deaths and injuries to be killed. But the fight between the two monks was rare. Even if the scene was full of swords and swords, and one accidentally took his life, there were still many people surrounding him. The crowd climbed onto the roof, stepped on the frame, or stood on horseback, watching the excitement from a distance of more than ten or twenty meters.

After a few more rounds of fighting, both sides were secretly worried that the other was not easy to mess with. Yang Jian judged that the other party should have practiced to the third layer of 'muscles and bones', with considerable strength and superior endurance. He himself is only four layers of 'qi and blood', and hand-to-hand combat is not his forte, and now he is fighting very reluctantly. Especially when the master fainted and died in the room behind him and no one took care of him, he regretted that he had caused trouble.

And in the crowd of people, dozens of capable warriors in strong suits were riding on horses and watching the scene coldly. Most of these people are also dressed in tatters like bald barbarians, but they are strong and strong. There are also a few well-dressed elites who surround a man and a woman in the middle.

The man in the middle is in his forties, wearing a Mongolian robe, with a proud expression, and should be the head of the crowd. He smiled at the woman next to him in Mongolian: "Within ten breaths, Batu will definitely win." It seems that the monks of the Ming Kingdom are no more than that. ”

The woman is about 30 years old, her hair is braided and her shoulders are hanging, her clothes are simple, her skin is not very white and greasy at first glance, and her face is still weathered, but her eyebrows, mouth and nose are neat and symmetrical, and she is very beautiful and durable.

Although she was a woman, she was not delicate, she was quite tall, and she rode on horses like a man. In addition, she has broad shoulders, thick arms, strong knuckles pulling the reins, and a waist knife and bow and arrows on her body.

"I advise you to keep an eye on that little child." The woman was also paying attention to the fight in the arena, but she looked more at Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding behind Yang Jian. "Your Batu is only afraid that he is about to lose."

"Impossible." The Mongolian man flatly denied, "Batu is the strongest warrior I have recruited in the past two years, he has won every battle, and he will be stronger in a few years." ”

"It's a few years before it's stronger, and now Batu is in trouble. The breeze was reaching my ears with the words of the little one, who was instructing the older boys on how to fight the enemy. The woman suddenly smiled, "Don't forget, my ears have always been sharp. ”

At this moment, in the field, Zhou Qingfeng has already opened his eyes. He can only release two spells at a time, and when he finishes it, he can only hit soy sauce. Originally, he could have sneaked up on the bald barbarians to help Yang Jian, but he also saw the group of Mongols who were watching the battle in the distance. Before, the bald barbarian said that he would drive people out for his master, but now it seems that there are not a few enemies.

"Senior brother, we have to capture this bald head alive." Zhou Qingfeng said behind Yang Jian.

Yang Jian hid behind Gu Yuanwei when he fought every day, and today was the first time he resisted hard, and he was sweating like a bald barbarian in a moment. Although his cultivation is higher than that of this bald barbarian, fighting hard is not the strength of 'qi and blood' cultivation. Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng still said that he wanted to be captured alive, he shouted anxiously while panting: "My spiritual power is almost exhausted, and I still have a fart." ”

"Senior brother, the golden sword attacked his left leg." Zhou Qingfeng did not explain and directly commanded. After opening the eyes of heaven, the world in his eyes has changed greatly, and the flow of energy of the bald barbarian has been exposed. This allowed Zhou Qingfeng to roughly guess the other party's next move.

But Yang Jian didn't listen to Zhou Qingfeng, but instead let his golden sword stab at the back of the bald barbarian. As a result, the bald barbarian moved his left leg and suddenly attacked, the golden sword missed, and the fierce waist knife forced Yang Jian back half a step.

"This guy wants to make a big move, this time he attacks his back, his back is empty." Zhou Qingfeng said again.

But Yang Jian still didn't listen to Zhou Qingfeng, he commanded a golden shield to protect his body, and ordered his golden sword to attack the enemy's left leg, probably afraid of the opponent's assault, trying to force the opponent back and distance himself. But this time, the bald barbarian stood still, the waist knife in his hand danced quickly, a ball of flames burned on the blade, and the flame energy flew out continuously, all crashing into Yang Jian's golden shield.

The golden shield roared, and Yang Jian, who was shocked, retreated again and again, vomiting blood. And the golden sword that he tried to attack the opponent's thigh was all slashed down in the flame energy, and none of them came close.

At this time, Yang Jian has reached the point where his donkey skills are exhausted, and the spiritual power he can use is about to be exhausted. He could only ask Zhou Qingfeng like a life-saving straw: "Okay, what are you going to do now?" ”

"Shield Strike."

"What?"

"Hit him with a golden shield."

Yang Jian's golden shield was already in jeopardy, and according to his thoughts, at most he would resist hard. But Zhou Qingfeng was right even twice, and he didn't have time to think about why, now he could only gamble his life to infuse all the spiritual power into the golden shield he was cultivating, and desperately slammed into it.

After fighting for a long time, the bald barbarian had already seen that the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Ming Kingdom monk in front of him lacked combat experience and could only defend passively, so he was really a rookie. The other party has been able to carry it until now completely because of the talisman seal at hand, and the magic weapon is strong enough enough. But if he kills the opponent with just an ordinary waist knife, he will definitely be able to make a great noise, and he will be praised and rewarded by his master.

Seeing that the opponent was already at the end of his crossbow, the bald barbarian decided to finish with a beautiful attack. He wanted to smash the opponent's protective golden shield in one fell swoop and slash it in half, and the thought of the scene after the attack made him scream with excitement. The other party will definitely die a miserable and bloody death, and he will win the applause of the house.

And when the bald barbarian raised his waist knife to make the final blow, the golden shield that had been defending suddenly became larger. The barbarian was startled and wanted to change his moves and retreat, but in an instant he figured out that it was not the golden shield that had become bigger, but the golden shield rushing in front of him - Duang's nose and face were closely attached to the golden shield, and then quickly separated.

The bald brute was knocked into the air, his nose bleeded in the air, his head fell back several times in a row, and the upside-down onion fell on a puddle of mud. The falling barbarian splattered a lot of mud spots with a chirp, which was extremely ugly.

But the bald brute still didn't die, although he was hit hard enough and hard, and he didn't even get up on his own after crawling a few times. Several of his companions had dismounted and hurried to pick him up. But after he stood up, he pushed his companions away suddenly, and called Wow Wow to find a waist knife again and fight with Zhou Qingfeng and Yang Jian.

Seeing that he was still going to fight, Yang Jian's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Senior brother, what should I do now?" Senior brother, I'm out of line. Senior brother, junior brother, junior brother, what are you doing here? ”

Yang Jian couldn't hear the letter for a long time, and thought that Zhou Qingfeng had run away. But turning his head, Zhou Qingfeng ran to a stall buying wine and grabbed two bags of mare's milk wine, and then ran quickly in the direction of the bald barbarian.

The bald barbarian on the opposite side was hit very lightly, and his nose was covered with bloodbleeds, and it was the time to be ashamed and angry at this moment. He forcibly pulled out a waist knife from his companion and was about to rush forward again, shouting and scolding that he would once again divide the victory and defeat between life and death. But as soon as he held the knife steadily, he saw that the little kid who gave him an electric light at the beginning actually ran over happily with two bags of mare's milk wine.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Hero......, hero...... good man, really good man, too strong! It's too strong! ”

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's exaggeration of shouting and screaming, the bald barbarians all copied their knives and axes and stared coldly. But Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and stuffed a bag of mare's milk wine into the hands of the bald barbarian, and he himself grabbed the mare's milk wine and raised it high and shouted: "Come on, come on, the wolf on the grassland, the eagle in the sky, I respect the brave and fearless hero the most in my life."

My name is Zhou Qingfeng, and I like to make friends the most. Isn't it just a broken house, take it, take it. I'll ask you to drink, and you'll not be able to drink me. ”

The bald brute who was furious was covered in stinky mud, embarrassed, and eager to regain face. But when he heard Zhou Qingfeng shouting 'hero' at the top of his voice, he was stunned.

Next, Zhou Qingfeng changed his tricks to praise the bald barbarian. The words are so good, the metaphors are so apt, and the expressions are so warm, which makes him, who has no culture and even scolds poor vocabulary, can't help but grin the corners of his mouth and laugh. Then he unconsciously took the bag of mare's milk wine that represented 'friendship first, competition second'.

"No, no, I'm not a wolf, and I'm not an eagle. My master, Mang Guldai, is. "The bald barbarian was hot and dry after the fight, and his mouth was unbearable, at this time he drank two sips of mare's milk wine was really refreshing and comfortable, and the little fart in front of him became pleasing to the eye, and the fight just now was not worth mentioning. However, he was still a little sober and modestly said that his master was greater.

Zhou Qingfeng immediately threw away the bald barbarian and squeezed in front of the surrounded middle-aged Mongolian. He praised loudly again: "You can let such a brave man swear to follow, and Your Excellency is a great hero on the grassland." Please be sure to tell your name, I am sure you must have a great surname. ”

Uncle Zhou patted his ass and scratched the itchy places of others, he didn't boast about it elsewhere, and specifically asked the surname of the middle-aged Mongolian. This made the middle-aged Mongolian who was still calm immediately feel that Zhou Qingfeng was very pleasing to the eye, and he said with a smile: "I am Mang Guldai, the son of the Mongolian Khalkha tribe Belbagdar Khan. ”

"Ah, such a majestic name, you must have the blood of the Golden Family." Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about it, and buttoned the other party with a high hat. This hat is so high that whether it is right or wrong is secondary, anyway, the Mang Guldai on the other side is smiling from ear to ear.

As long as he is a Mongol, as long as he has a relationship with Genghis Khan's golden family, it is absolutely good. Who those barbarians have been awesome for thousands of years? I can't boast anything else.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the woman beside Mang Gurdai again. Just far away, I only felt that this woman was quite tall, and when I got closer, I realized that she was not young but unexpectedly beautiful. It's not cold, it's not delicate, it's not affinity, it's heroic, capable and handsome with an alien style—it's too difficult in the late Ming Dynasty, where people are starving everywhere and there are crooked dates and cracked pears everywhere.

"Ah...... this beautiful man must be the pearl of the grassland, the most beautiful flower I have ever seen. It's hard to praise you in words, but I'm sure the geese in the sky will sing for you, the fish in the river will roll the waves for you, and the white deer in the forest will chirp for you. All those who see you will ask around like I do - who is she? ”

Hahaha...... the woman didn't speak, but Mang Gurdai was made to laugh by Zhou Qingfeng, "She is my newly married Fujin, and she is indeed the most beautiful woman we have there." ”

"Ah......, I knew I was right." Zhou Qingfeng slapped his thigh, and the strength was exaggerated, "It's really a beauty with a hero, Brother Mang Gurtai, seeing that your wife is so beautiful, I firmly believe that you are a great person, and I have made up your friend." ”

The people watching the excitement at the scene were confused by this 180-degree turn, these two groups were in full swing a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, they actually wanted to make a foundation. But even Mang Guldai, who had said before that 'Batu' would definitely win, didn't care anymore - the kid in front of him was very good at talking and giving face, and he didn't seem to be very angry.

In Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, the group of Mongols who were still hostile and black just now have changed. In particular, the most serious Mangguldai, who had just darkened, had turned into a close green on the top of his head, as if he was wearing a green hat.

In the midst of laughter, only the woman in the power suit stared at Zhou Qingfeng and snorted coldly, and whispered: "A fox-like cunning little slippery head." ”