What will I do, Muhati smiled bitterly in his heart, he had just crossed over, he didn't know anything, naturally he wouldn't do anything. But if you say that now, it certainly won't work.

"Maybe he's literate? Look at the thick book he carried. "If he is really a son of a nobleman." We can get him to give the tribe paperwork, and the old man Karim has mentioned several times that there is a shortage of people. ”

"What do you say?" asked the leader majestically, staring at Muhadi with almond-yellow eyes, the light of the fire casting a shadow over his statue-like face.

It's a pity that he doesn't happen to be a noble child, Muhati thought bitterly, and although he can inexplicably speak the language of this world, the information of the text does not appear in his mind at all. When I tried to read that book in the desert before, I couldn't read a word.

"I'm afraid I'm not good at words. Muhathir thought for a moment, and finally came up with a decisive and calm answer.

Fatoumah glared at him angrily, only to see Muhadi continue. "I'm good at a greater craft, and I'm good at it......"

In the desert, Muhadi unexpectedly realized that he had the ability to telekinesis, which he had not intended to expose. But now the situation is pressing, and I have to do it. If they can't prove themselves useful, maybe these elven barbarians will do something. Muhadi thought in his heart, since this is a fantasy world, then maybe the existence of this ability is not a taboo, but will be valued. Of course, if this ability is too common, it is not good, because then he still can't prove his worth.

Therefore, Muhadi carefully opened the scene with a colorful tone, and then his right hand was stretched out, his eyes slightly glowed, and immediately a fine sand on the ground slowly rose against gravity, gradually rising and rising in the gaze of everyone.

There was admiration in the eyes of the people around him, and Muhathir knew that he had made the right bet, and this was indeed an ability to be valued. The old leader stroked his thick beard and said slowly, "Psyker." ”

The old leader took a serious look at this strange young man, there were too many suspicious things about him, so he was definitely not a spy of a commercial family, and those people would never use such an eye-catching brat as a spy. Nor could he have been in the chasing, for others could not see it, but he could see by all signs that the caravan had never passed through the place where he had appeared. Besides, no one would ever use a psionic as an undercover agent.

What should I do with him?, Fatumah was interested in him, yes. But there is no place for the weak in the Scorpio tribe. Even if you are a slave, you are worthless if you are too weak and will only become a burden. It's time for someone to test his psionic abilities.

"A weak bird, the most rudimentary psionic ability, what's so great. The warrior named Hassan spoke, and it seemed that he was still angry.

Seeing that Hassan was impulsive again, Ling didn't have any intention of stopping it this time.

"But still a psyker, Hassan. Fatoumah smiled sarcastically, and interjected again. "In addition to the words below, my slave has another ability that you will not be able to master in your lifetime. ”

Muhadi now understood the customs of these elven nomadic tribes, who not only dressed like the Bedouins of the earth, but also had the rough and fierce customs of the nomads of the Najd Valley in the Arabian Peninsula. In this kind of society, if you want to be valued, you have to show your ability. In addition, this young master, Fatumai, has defended himself several times and may be a useful backer. Now trapped in the depths of the desert, there is no need to rush to escape.

Muhadi took a deep breath, then stood up and said calmly, "Yes." I am the Psyker...... "Although he did not know what a psyker meant a quarter of an hour ago, Muhadi was still unashamed to say it. “...... And you, Samurai Hassan, you just insulted me. ”

Hassan squinted his eyes in the direction of the collar for a moment, then spoke out loud. "Why, weird boy, are you not convinced? Come and suck Uncle Hassan's big bird, accumulate some experience, and you won't be at a loss when you serve your bitch master in the future. ”

Muhadi blushed, let's take this man, he thought angrily, let these elves learn to look at themselves. "I'm going to duel with you. Fatuma, my master......" Muhadi felt a tingling and discomfort when he said the word master, but forced himself to continue...... Allow me to kill this man and honor your name. ”

There was a sudden silence around him, and Fatumah looked at Muhadi with more appreciation and three worries. Hassan laughed, as if he had heard some joke. The leader watched the progress of the farce with a blank face.

"A slave dares to challenge a warrior!" Hassan shouted, drawing his scimitar, pointing at Muhadi and Fatoumah. "Show your weapons, but you won't see how Uncle Hassan cut off your head until you die. ”

The crowd around the fire seemed to have suddenly found a voice again, and since this time the leader did not seem to object, the elven riders began to heckle again, "Fight, fight, fight!" and "Teach this brown-eyed boy!"

Fatoumah leaned his head over and whispered into Muhadi's ear, "You're more useful than I first thought, but fuck make sure I live until I'm going to use you." What weapons do you use?"

Muhadi paused for a moment and said, "Machete." ”

Fatumah immediately pulled out a scimitar from the waist of a warrior beside him, handed it to Muhadi, and whispered in his ear, "Hassan has a flaw in his right waist." The samurai who had been robbed of the scimitar by Fatuma was angry and wanted to stand up, but he was kicked in the face by Fatuma and had to scold and get out of the way. Fatumai handed the knife in his hand, dictated the skill, and drove people under his feet, one against three, but he seemed to be free.

Muhati took the scimitar and tried it with his hand, it was a little heavy, after all, his body after crossing was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and it was not stronger than his original body. The blade of the scimitar is not made of metal, but something like obsidian. Muhati frowned, this thing was certainly not as good as a metal scimitar. However, seeing that Hassan was also holding a scimitar of this material, he was relieved again.

Seeing that Muhadi had got the weapon, Hassan roared and jumped over the fire and killed. For a while, sparks and sawdust were scattered, and nothing could be seen clearly. Hassan's scimitar was raised above his head and slashed down with a thunderbolt.

Muhadi dodged the blow and slid two steps to the side. In the previous world, he was a martial arts enthusiast, dabbling in everything from kickboxing to Gracie Jiu-Jitsu, and practiced everything from traditional scimitar fighting techniques to German-style two-handed swords and Japanese kendo. Coupled with the information on the earth, I have watched countless videos of masters. So now this body is insufficient, but the vision and skills are still there, which is also a source of confidence that he dared to challenge just now.

Muhadi knew that with his current body, he would not be able to defeat the warrior named Hassan head-on. But it's not like I'm out of chance. When fighting women and children, many people can seem very impatient because they fear that they will be despised for not being able to clean up each other quickly. Muhadi is going to take advantage of this, wandering and dodging until Hassan himself is exposed.

I have to admit that although this Hassan is irritable and irritable, his knife skills are calm and rigorous, and his feet are solid and flexible, and he is definitely a first-class master. I still underestimated my opponent a little, Muhati thought to himself, I didn't expect that any person in this world would have this level.

Hassan slashed several times in a row, but all of them were flashed, grabbed the first half step, and slashed sideways, Muhadi ducked on his back, and then rolled backwards with momentum, avoiding Hassan's pursuit.

"When does the little cub want to flash?" Hassan shouted, and everyone around him stepped away to make way for a space, except for Fatumah who remained where he was, mockingly. "What a dull trick! You shouldn't always learn the knife from the old nurses in the tribe, after all, you can move a little faster than the old ladies. ”

Hassan ignored her and concentrated on dealing with Muhadi, each knife was amazingly powerful and faintly sounding. The latter seems to have been completely suppressed, and there is no chance of a comeback.

Is there a flaw in the right waist? Muhati remembered Fatoumah's hint, but Hassan was too fast, and if he attacked rashly, the best result would be a lose-lose situation.

Muhadi kicked the sand in front of him, blocking his opponent's view, and then quickly flashed to his opponent's right, intending to bypass it. Hassan only took half a step back, but kept the light source behind him. He has the instincts of a warrior, Muhadi thought to himself, and he also knows his weaknesses and protects his right waist well.

The onlookers pointed their fingers, talking and laughing. Muhati roared suddenly, lowered his body and lunged forward, Hassan being held back by a knife. For the first time since the start of the fighting, Muhati and Hassan began to fight each other. Except for a moment of surprise at first, Hassan immediately gained the upper hand with his great strength. Fatoumah pursed her lips, and some of the onlookers became excited to see blood.

Muhadi seemed to have finally lost his strength and abandoned his sword and retreated, but Hassan did not have time to pursue. Muhadi's scimitar, which had been taken off, did not fall to the ground, but drew a semicircle at the point of contact between the two knives and slashed at Hassan's wrist.

"Psionics, you eggs!" Hassan scolded. Due to the limited power of the envoy's psionic energy, the knife did not cut deeply, but Muhadi did not hesitate, immediately showed his spiritual energy, and summoned the knife back to his hand. Then he rolled forward and flashed behind Hassan.

Hassan was wounded in one hand, moved slowly, and was in a hurry to save face, neglecting to defend. Failed to cut the figure of Muhadi turning past him. Fortunately, he was extremely experienced in combat, and although he was not injured, he immediately swept his leg in the back and hit Muhadi in the chest. The boy flew out with a heavy blow, landing a few feet away. Hassan handed the knife to his uninjured left hand and stepped forward, ready to kill the hateful slave once and for all.

When! Obsidian scimitar bites into another scimitar. Fatoumah struggled, and the scimitar immediately flew out of her hand, but the dagger she held in her other hand was already pushing against Hassan's left chest.

"That's enough!" Ling shouted, forcing the two people in the field to withdraw their weapons and take half a step back with his eyes. Muhadi only got up in a cold sweat at this time, and the feeling of life and death just now made him palpitate.

"This farce ends here. "This slave can hurt Hassan, and it can be of some use." As for the two of you," he said, looking at Fatuma and Hassan, "it is forbidden to fight privately before returning to the tribe this time. Even if you are the daughter of a chief, there are no exceptions. ”

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