Tu'an, who was outside the field, exclaimed, "Be careful!", but Na Yan couldn't dodge it at this time, and his eyes were confused by this sudden "white-haired wind", and his vision suddenly became white. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At this time, the demon king also raised his sword and attacked.

Nayan, whose vision was damaged, could vaguely see a shadow rushing towards him, and hurriedly swung his knife to defend against his vital point, however, he still felt several slams on his body.

There was a burst of boos outside the venue,

"Shameless!"

"Despicable!"

Saiga Khan also frowned, and asked the big beggar beside him, "Isn't it good to sneak attack like this?"

At this time, Dabie Beg was already a little sober, but he still said with interest, "He is the White Devil, the white-haired wind is the signature of the Demon King, I think that swordsman can find a way to restore this feature, and he really acted well." ”

Saiga Khan nodded, agreeing with this statement.

The battle on the field is not over yet, although Almaty has taken a few blows, it still firmly guards its vital points and can be regarded as surviving. He took two steps back, temporarily out of the combat area, and then quickly wiped his eyes, his vision finally cleared slightly, but the blade of the sword was already in front of him.

Na Yan retreated again, and then swung his knife to finally block the blow, and couldn't help but feel dangerous. At this time, his vision was still vague, but he could barely see the enemy in front of him. It's just that Mu still grabbed the opportunity to attack tightly, and a sword slashed down quickly and quickly. Na Yan swung his sword to meet it, then held the handle with both hands, and pressed it with his backhand, hoping to break this sword blow through the advantage of strength, but the merchant was not an ordinary person, seeing this situation, the other hand also pushed on the spine of the sword, and forcefully resisted the blade of Almaty, and the battle fell into a stalemate.

"I said," Mu said with a smile in his voice, "Is this a good move?"

"Despicable!" Almaty was already a little angry, blinked his red and swollen eyes, and said angrily, "Mixing salt in flour, it's really a shame that you can think of such a bad trick!"

"Oh?" Mu was also stunned for a moment, but immediately burst into laughter, "Haha, this is not my pot, I took it directly from the kitchen, at that time, I am afraid that the chefs were planning to make scones." ”

Before the words fell, Mu suddenly took a step back, the sword momentum was instantly retracted, Almaty couldn't retract his strength, the wooden knife slashed straight to the ground, Mu swung his sword, and took the opportunity to slash towards Na Yan's neck, Almaty was in a hurry, and hurriedly raised his head, and the tip of the sword brushed the Adam's apple. After a thrilling moment, Na Yan did not panic, and after bypassing the sword strike, his body formed a circle, and taking advantage of the trend of leaning forward, the saber swung diagonally and slashed towards the merchant's lower plate. Mu hurriedly jumped up to avoid the knife, but his hand did not stop, and he still attacked Almaty relentlessly.

Smack, the sword blow from top to bottom was heavy, and Almaty didn't want to take it hard, so he deflected the attack slightly with his saber, but still dodged sideways. Then swing his knife and slash at the merchant who landed on the ground. The merchant didn't hesitate to take a step back, and then struck with a faster and more fierce sword strike.

After all, Almaty is a Kujit, and when he saw that his opponent was attacking, he could still bear it? He immediately launched a sharper combo as a salute, and a burst of sword light broke out between the two again.

The two of them constantly stepped on the white of the ground, stirring up bursts of white smoke again, and the rising white smoke was split by the sharp knife wind, hovering and twisting in the air, and some even swam with the sword edge, like frost and hail, and it was like the battle spirit that broke out when the heroes of the legend fought, making the audience feel as if they were in the scene in an instant!

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were stunned for a long time, and then burst into the warmest cheers of the day!

"Good!"

"Really, awesome!"

"Ah, I want to go up and hit twice, too. ”

Don't laugh, these two little things are so creative, if you really want to act in a mythological drama, maybe it might not be as good as this duel! Just as the battle was about to heat up, Almaty suddenly heard Mu's voice.

"What?" Na Yan was a little puzzled, but when he saw Mu Gao jumping high, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed down with the momentum of wind and thunder. Na Yan was stunned for a moment, but his hand still subconsciously swung his sword, and he still slashed it with all his strength.

Smack, the resistance is not as big as Yan imagined. "Hey, what's going on?" Almaty hadn't yet figured it out, when he saw his saber slash, the straight sword in Mu's hand snapped in response, and then his knife slashed hard at the merchant's chest, and the heavy force made him fly upside down, and then slammed to the ground, causing a thick puff of white smoke again.

The surrounding audience was stunned for a moment, and then immediately cheered wildly, Legol defeated the White Devil King again, and the White Plague on the grassland was finally over.

However, Almaty, who played Legol, was still in a daze, and the fight was very fierce just now, why was this over? He looked at the wooden knife in his hand in confusion, when did his strength become so great? So, he couldn't help but look at his bad friend, but saw that he was still lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, just blinking at himself.

Like a smoke, Tuan rushed into the venue, threw himself into Almaty's arms, and took a sip on his floury face. Only then did he react, holding his saber high and declaring victory, and there were bursts of cheers around him.

Seeing that things were almost over, Mu Ye stood up while rubbing his chest and ass while groaning, and was just about to leave, but was pulled by Almaty, and then gave a big hug.

"Thank you, brother. ”

"You're welcome, buddy. The moon in Kugit was still as bright as ever, and Almaty carried a flask and pushed open the top floor of the castle, the floor door of the watchtower, and to his surprise, a large carpet and a pile of cushions had been laid on the hard stone brick floor of the watchtower, on which was already lying a man, drinking and admiring the moon, and from time to time he picked up a small piece of cheese or jerky and threw it into his mouth.

"Ha, I didn't find you in the room, so I thought you must be here. Almaty also sat down on the blanket, "The Kujits are not in the mood to enjoy the wind and the moon, as far as you Ruierdian people pay attention to these haves and haves, hey, the mats are divided into a few for me." ”

Mu threw a few mats at his head, "Tsk, I said you don't always drag something you don't understand, you can enjoy the wind and the moon in the kiln!"

"Really?" Almaty asked, scratching his head, a little embarrassed.

Mu nodded, "Really." He leaned back on the cushion behind him and said, "Isn't it your wedding night today, what kind of artist are you running here to sleep with little Tu'an in your arms?"

Almaty touched his nose and became even more embarrassed, "Isn't this still at the festival, don't beg to say that it is unlucky to see blood during the festival, won't I be kicked out." ”

"See blood?" Mu Xian was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened and closed twice inexplicably, and then he thought of something, and suddenly burst into laughter from his throat, and then quickly laughed out of breath, pointing to Almaty and saying, "See... See the blood ... Hahaha... Ten... It's been more than 10 years... You can still see blood. You... You... Hahahaha!"

"Shut up!" Almaty threw a cushion back in annoyance, "try one more thing!"

"Haha, okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up. Mu Qiang sat up with a smile and bowed comically to Almaty, "I wish you a dragon spirit and a tiger, and give birth to a noble son early!"

"Get out!"

The two scuffled for a while, then separated and lay down.

"I said," Almaty straightened out his wrinkled clothes, "count the days, and tomorrow you will have to leave?"

"No, the business of the garden party here seems to be good, and I will leave when the festival is over. Mu gathered the cheese that fell on the blanket, and then picked and chose inside, urging narrowly, "What, you want to drive me away when you run out of use?"

Almaty ignored his nonsense and continued to ask, "When the winter festival is over, you won't do Salander's business anymore?"

"yes. Mu reluctantly touched the wooden tube in his hidden pocket, "The fanatical believers of Salander have gone crazy again, and it is said that the country is purging the infidels. Tsk, it's really hard to imagine what kind of life Salander's peers are living. ”

Almaty rolled his eyes, "With your identity, it's too late for those prostrate people to win you over, and they will take you under the knife?"

"Not really, but the fanatics will. Mu shrugged helplessly and changed to a more comfortable position, "Anyway, I'm not short of this money, but I don't want to risk my life." ”

Then he patted his head again, "Oh, by the way, I don't need salt this time, give me all spices!"

Almaty nodded. He had taken over the family's business and knew a few things. Salt, although a Kugit specialty, can only be sold at a good price in Salander. Obviously, the cities of Aaron, Parabun, Tiha, and Zhiwache are all along the coast, and these cities are all in the hinterland of the country, and the environment is relatively comfortable, and the long coastline allows them to build salt drying plants to meet the needs of the whole country. Salander, on the other hand, is a bit of a bitter crunch at this point, because it is a completely landlocked country. Of course, that's not necessarily true, Shariz is quite close to the coast. But the problem is that Shariz is the stronghold of Salander's resistance to Rhodok, and from time to time there will be major battles, so it has long been completely fortified, and even if a salt farm is built, it will not exist long under the fire, and only a little salt that can be produced is not enough. Therefore, the import of salt from other places became necessary, and the salt mines of Kugit produced much more than the salt drying fields, and this cheap salt naturally became the first choice of Salander merchants. Of course, this is also the reason why this salt can only be sold at a price in Salander.

On the contrary, spices are in considerable demand everywhere. The food of the nobles was seasoned with spices, the monks used spices to burn incense and pray, the soldiers needed spices to embalm dried meat, and the physicians used spices and olive oil to make ointments. So, basically, as long as the cheap spice comes out of Kugit, it can be sold at a good price there. After a long silence, Almaty suddenly said, "Today's wedding is quite outstanding, thank you so much." ”

Mu pouted in the shadows, "What are you doing with such a life, it's not like I haven't seen you for more than ten years." Little Tuan was locked up at home by her father, but you didn't come to the Chamber of Commerce to find me for a drink. ”

Almaty laughed dryly, took a drink, and then filled it up for Mu.

Mu took the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then immediately coughed, "Ahem,, you kid yin me!" I said when did you start drinking in a small cup!" Then he pouted, and said, "This is a high-grade mare's milk bar with six steamed and six brews." ”

Mare's milk wine is a specialty of the steppe, and this steamed mare's milk wine is one of the few spirits on the mainland.

"That's right," Almaty grinned, "Daddy's collection, I quietly took it out." ”

"It's all that Yan and still do this kind of thing?"

"I'm happy today, and Daddy can't control me anymore. Almaty said with a smile.

Almaty was indeed glad that he had really cheated on this cunning businessman. This mare's milk wine is also a strong liquor, and you can find out if you sniff it a little before drinking it. However, this guy just poured it down defenselessly, and this trust made him feel a different kind of satisfaction. Of course, it's a little fun to see businessmen make a fool of themselves.

And then. Almaty threw a long strip of object.

"What?" Mu saw that it was not a cushion, and immediately reached out to catch it, and looked carefully, it was a saber, Kujitte-style, and couldn't help asking, "What are you throwing me a saber for?"

"Thank you. Almaty took a sip of wine and said slowly, "Although we have a good relationship, I always feel sorry if I don't thank you, so you just take it." ”

Mu looked at the saber in his hand, thought about Kujit's forging technique again, and said with a bitter face, "I said, if you don't know what to send, just get two bottles of the wine just now, or go directly to the dinar, this saber... ”

Almaty knew what he was thinking, and snorted coldly, "If I am willing to return the gift, you should be grateful to Dade, and you are so picky? Forget it, you can see for yourself." ”

Mu turned the knife over in his hand for a while in the moonlight and lights, it was not very gorgeous, but the leather sheath and the gauntlet were very tight, and it seemed that it could really be used to cut people. The metal knife at the tip of the leather sheath, and on the handle, the Kugit-style wheel pattern is still very clear, without any wear, it should be a new knife. He pulled his knife out, only to see the moonlight splash on the blade, causing ripples.

"Huh?" Mu rubbed his eyes, and then looked at it, only to find that there were not any ripples on the blade, but a circle of fine and complex irregular ring textures, and he couldn't help but admire, "It's Amerad Steel!"

Almaty smiled proudly and said, "So, I won't send some garbage that I can't handle, this knife won't break like your wooden sword for some reason." How's it going, satisfied?"

Mu shrugged, his face suddenly bitter, "It seems that I have to spend a lot of time practicing the sword technique again." ”

When Almaty heard this, he laughed.

Mu picked up his flask, filled it for himself, and then filled the small quilt in Almaty, "Come, taste, the Ale from the Grinder Distillery, the last barrel in my hand." Then he raised his own wooden cup and drank it down.

Almaty looked at the small wine glass in front of him, and then at the big wooden glass in Mu's hand, and shouted angrily

"Bastard!"