Xiao Liu saw Zhang Rou walking out with a ruddy face, and felt a little strange in his heart, and he opened his mouth but didn't ask anything. He still knows a lot about his eldest brother, he doesn't say some things, and it is in vain for others to ask, so he silently followed back and went back.

Zhang Rou really feels very good, he has never thought about what Zhao Qi said, he is a smart person, and he understands many mysteries after a little pondering. Especially Zhao Qi's sentence that the spark can ignite the prairie and ignite all his ambitions.

Glancing back, a thought flashed in Zhang Rou's heart, whether he could seize this opportunity was his own opportunity, and Zhao Qi couldn't decide what happened next.

Compared to others, he is not a pure Jianghu person. has always been quite concerned about the movements of Song, Jin, Mongolia and others, and Zhao Qi's words are like an enlightenment to him.

suppressed the excitement in her heart, Zhang Rou's pace was much brisker. The original battle of life and death seemed ridiculous to him now.

The son of a daughter does not sit down!

If you want to fight for your life, draw your sword and face each other, that is what the reckless man in the rivers and lakes does.

Before he should have ordered Peng Lianhu's battle post, it was forced by the situation, and now it naturally doesn't have to be like this.

It was getting closer and closer to noon, and Peng Lianhu's figure finally appeared, followed by twenty or thirty horsemen, and everywhere he passed, it was dusty.

"Has Zhang Rou arrived?" Peng Lianhu's voice could be heard from afar, the sound was like thunder, gathering qi into a sound, which shook the ears of the people present.

"Hehe, Brother Peng is a step late, and he has been waiting for a long time." Zhang Rou let out a long exhale without showing weakness, and more than a dozen brothers around him got up with him, quite powerful. Zhang Rou looked at Peng Lianhu's figure, and an inexplicable brilliance flashed in her round eyes. Before he came, he regarded this battle as a battle of life and death, and he arranged a lot of aftermath. Now that the form has changed abruptly, Peng Lianhu is no longer a threat to him, but he is thinking about other things.

People stand at different angles and positions, and they always think about things differently.

Zhang Rou has already made a decision, and after he goes back, he will secretly recruit soldiers and horses and form a righteous army, so as to wait for the time, this is the heart of the princes.

Being in Hebei Province and bordering Mongolia, Zhang Rou has a deep understanding of the forms between Mongolia and Jinjin. Before, it was just a blind eye, but now I know it in my heart.

Peng Lianhu is here!

Everyone's hearts thumped.

When Peng Lianhu really came, they felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the Tiger of the Northland, the power of the Thousand Hands Slaughter.

Peng Lianhu rode a black horse and walked around the crowd, majestic, only to see his eyes burst into light, obviously clear about the situation here.

"I heard that there are a lot of friends from the rivers and lakes here, and I was originally quite happy, everyone who came was a guest, and I should have sent good wine, but unfortunately it was ......" Peng Lianhu turned a pair of iron judge pens in his hand, showing the cold light under the sunlight, like a blade.

What he said made everyone feel like they were falling into an ice cave.

"Hehe, wait until this seat solves Zhang Rou, and then talk to you." Peng Lianhu didn't continue, the black horse roared, and Peng Lianhu appeared not far in front of Zhang Rou.

"Zhang Rou, you're a little timid." Peng Lianhu was condescending, his expression was cold, Zhang Rou had ruined a lot of his plans.

"Don't worry about the owner of Peng Village, since the Lord of Peng Village has made a war post, he has to come." Zhang Rou held a spear in his hand, strategically he was contemptuous of Peng Lianhu, and he didn't dare to hold it up to Peng Lianhu in his heart. Peng Lianhu doesn't pay attention to any principles, if he seizes the opportunity, maybe he will kill people directly.

Peng Lianhu shook his head slightly, this Zhang Rou was extremely vigilant, he didn't have the slightest chance to raid, turned over and dismounted, and patted the horse's body, and the black horse obediently ran to the side.

"It's almost time, it's time to send Zhang Daxia on the road, when you get to the Netherworld, don't forget who killed you." Peng Lianhu was too lazy to continue talking nonsense, and the iron judge pen in his hand rattled.

"Doesn't Master Peng Zhai want to know who opened the gambling game?" Zhang Rou provoked the spear in his hand, and the topic changed to mention this. He knew that there was still a gap between his martial arts and Peng Lianhu, and it would be okay to sacrifice his life to fight before, but at this time, he had a thousand thoughts in his heart, and he had long lost his will to die, and it would be nothing if he could take advantage of the situation.

The favor is owed, it doesn't matter how much, it will be repaid in the future.

Peng Lianhu's eyes widened, and he said, "Could it be that you Zhang Daxia left a little coffin for himself?" Hahaha. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone behind Zhang Rou was angry.

Zhang Rou shook her head, stretched out her finger and pointed at Zhao Qi who had just come out, carefully observing the changes in Peng Lianhu's face, the relationship between Zhao Qi and Peng Lianhu was still very important to him. In the future, he formed a righteous army, and if he wanted to gain a foothold in Hebei, he would not be able to avoid this Peng Zhai master.

Zhao Qi stretched his waist, Zhang Rou is still a good chess piece, otherwise he would not care about his life or death, so he could only come out and turn around, nodded at Peng Lianhu from afar, and shook the hand behind his back again.

He earned this black money, but he didn't want to be pointed at and cursed in the future. It is best to be able to throw the black pot to the beggars. There was no video recording these days, and when the crowd dispersed, there would not be many people who could remember him. On the contrary, the beggars who are responsible for collecting money are estimated to be a little troublesome.

Zhao Qi wasn't worried that they would throw the black cauldron at him, not to mention anything else, Elder Peng, who took the money, would suppress the matter. There are many beggars, and I am afraid that they will be dumb and eat coptis.

He is not good at calculating the future, but he has a lot of experience in taking advantage of the situation.

The moment Peng Lianhu saw Zhao Qi, he understood that he could only lose one battle today. After seeing Zhao Qi that time, he made great efforts to inquire about Zhao Qi's origin, but he couldn't find any useful information at all.

The more this is the case, the deeper Peng Lianhu's fear of Zhao Qi becomes. The most terrible thing in the world is the enemy who knows nothing, in other words, the unknown is the most terrible. Later, Zhao Qi never appeared again, and he was a lot more relieved.

Seeing Zhao Qi's figure, Peng Lianhu's first move turned out to be to escape. Zhao Qi's kind smile was a demonic smile in his eyes.

Retracting his gaze from Zhao Qi's side, and forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, Peng Lianhu changed his smile and said, "I don't know what the relationship between Zhang Daxia and that one is?" It was really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family didn't know the family anymore. Peng Lianhu's voice was very low, and only he and Zhang Rou could hear it clearly.

The panic on Peng Lianhu's face was still captured by Zhang Rou, listening to Peng Lianhu's words, Zhang Rou was even more shocked, he had assumed the relationship between Peng Lianhu and Zhao Qi, but he didn't expect it to be like this. Peng Lianhu is powerful in Hebei and Shanxi, and can be called the first master in the two places, and has not met an opponent so far. Changed to the world's five uniques, Zhang Rou was not surprised by Peng Lianhu's reaction, but Zhao Qi was too young.

"Hehe, don't hide it from Brother Peng, I only met this Brother Zhao today, and it is said that he is the leader of the Ming Sect in the Western Regions." Zhang Rou also lowered her voice, there were some things they didn't want others to know.

When Peng Lianhu heard this, his brows furrowed, he was well-informed, and he had also met some Mingjiao sect members, a strange group of people, and their martial arts were also poor. Knowing the origin of Zhao Qi's attack made him feel a little relieved.

"Brother Zhang is lucky." Peng Lianhu sorted out the context a little, if what Zhang Rou said was true, it was Zhao Qi who took a fancy to Zhang Rou, otherwise he would not have come here. Since he didn't come for him, Peng Lianhu put down a hanging heart.

"Each other, this Zhao brother is not simple, not to mention anything else, that insight alone is extraordinary." Zhang Rou also wanted to inquire about some news from Peng Lianhu, but Zhao Qi's appearance was too abrupt.

Peng Lianhu smiled and said, "I'm not his enemy. After speaking, he looked at Zhang Rou deeply, thinking about what Zhao Qi said to them at that time, he kind of understood Zhao Qi's thoughts. Some of the things Zhao Qi said at that time have already happened.

Zhang Rou's eyelids jumped when she heard this, and she looked at Peng Lianhu carefully, but she didn't seem to be lying, combined with Peng Lianhu's panic just now. He gasped, and really took Zhao Qi's last seemingly joking words to heart, and Zhang Rou finally understood Zhao Qi's confidence. completely dispelled his luck mentality, and taking refuge in the Mongols was definitely a dead end.

"I see, I see, I see, this is ......" Zhang Rou had words in his mouth, he was only half a Jianghu person, and a threat of that level was not a threat, and what he said would be the truth. There are only two paths that Zhao Qi gave him. Either die here today, or fight for the glory and wealth of the future.

One road is death, the other road is the road to heaven, as long as it is not stupid to a certain extent, it will definitely choose the latter. It's not greed for life and fear of death, it's human nature.

Peng Lianhu was a little curious about Zhang Rou's reaction, and when he saw Zhao Qi beside him, he could only say, "Brother Zhang is distracted." ”

Zhang Rou restrained his expression, for the first time he experienced the horror like a god at close range, what Zhao Qi gave was both an opportunity and a dead end, and if he didn't succeed, he would die.

"Hehe, he's leisurely and calculating, no wonder he's not afraid of us little people, they are all his pawns." Zhang Rou's mood changed twice for a while, fortunately his mind was firm enough, otherwise it is estimated that the whole person would be abnormal.

Peng Lianhu nodded, feeling the same way, facing a person who can kill you with one move, this sense of powerlessness is too strong, just like ordinary people facing them. It's just that they are facing the more terrifying Zhao Qi.

"Are we going to fight again?" Peng Lianhu asked, but Zhao Qi made the two of them feel sympathetic.

"If you still have to fight, you should be considered to be friends with force." Zhang Rou swung the spear in his hand, and there was no way ahead, so he used the spear in his hand to fight a bloody way, and one day he would be able to get rid of the situation of the chess piece.

"Good, good at it!" Peng Lianhu's judge's pen in his hand was horizontal, against the tip of the gun, for them, any place can become a battlefield, and they can shoot at any time.

Zhao Qi, who was not far away, could naturally spot the small movements of the two, and he was indeed as the two of them thought, and he didn't take it to heart. All he wants is enough anti-Mongolian rebels, and nothing else matters. He didn't even care so much about who could pick up the bargain afterwards.

What he wanted was for the Han people to be able to stand and live in the sun, instead of becoming cattle of the Jin people, and becoming the driving mouth of the Mongols, enslaved by successive barbarians.

Elder Peng appeared beside Zhao Qi at some point, looking at the battle not far away with a smile on his face, his little eyes rolling, not knowing what he was thinking.