Lu Ziming is just a passerby, he cares about food and how to get out of here, as for the truth about killing the wolf king, he has nothing to do with him, let alone participate in the dispute between the two sides, secretly make up his mind, and leave when he heals his injuries and learns to ride a horse.

Su Liqing, who thought that he had already won the game, looked at his companions with disheartenedness, although Tai Ji admitted that Setan had killed the wolf king, but he did not decide their qualifications to enter the holy mountain.

Daltai and Su Liqing quarreled about the authenticity of killing the Wolf King, but they just wanted to regain the qualification to enter the Holy Mountain, anyway, Seltan was already dead, if it wasn't for the fear that the qualification to enter the Holy Mountain would fall on Su Liqing's head, he would not have calculated with a dead man who killed the Wolf King, which would only make people feel that they were intolerable and despised.

Daltai's coldness, Bala's excitement, Su Liqing's favor is obviously a lot lower, the warriors selected at the Summer Lake Festival are eligible to enter the Holy Mountain to obtain the legendary holy sword, Celtan and Bala are the biggest competitors of this Summer Lake Festival, and now that Saltan is dead, Bala has become the biggest winner.

Lu Ziming walked out of the big tent, and suddenly found that he had become a "dog ignorance", the excited herdsmen didn't notice his storage at all, Su Liqing and several people gathered together in frustration and whispered, he suddenly didn't know where he should go, and became a real "lonely person".

He wandered aimlessly around the camp, except for the surprised gaze of someone, no one stood up to stop him, and unconsciously walked to a hillside, put his backpack on the grass, and pillowed his head on the backpack, and saw the camp under the hillside and the blue jade sky in the sky, and the white clouds were floating listlessly, and he didn't know where to go.

He closed his eyes tiredly with grass roots in his mouth, the injuries were mainly from internal injuries in the chest, without crystals and strengthening flesh, and the injuries recovered very slowly. The energy in his body was gone, and he could rely on the physique of a third-order powerhouse to support him, so it was very unwise to leave the shepherd's camp at this time.

I felt the ground tremble in my drowsiness, and I heard the loud sound of animals kicking the ground and running in the distance, and after a while, a group of black-pressed animals appeared on the top of the hillside.

Lu Ziming looked at the agile figure running on the hillside, and waved his hand at him excitedly, "Hey......!" To be precise, he was waiting for this young man.

The young man on the horse heard the shout, and found Lu Ziming standing on the hillside, and the war horse under him galloped towards him with a long roar, and after a few breaths, the young man had arrived in front of him, and suddenly grabbed the reins, and the front hooves of the war horse stood straight in front of him, and the young man came in the air with a standard, Thomas slalom with high gold content, and floated down from the back of the war horse lightly, and the whole action was done in one go, like flowing water and chic.

The young man landed steadily, and immediately ushered in a round of applause and cheers from Lu Ziming: "Awesome! My name is Lu Ziming, what is your name?"

The young man circled around Lu Ziming, climbed on him and sniffed: "There is no smell of fish, no wonder you Han people are so weak one by one, and they were defeated by monsters." My name is Dolma, do you have anything to eat?"

For Dolma's straightforwardness, he could only smile helplessly, took out a piece of meat he had just stolen from his backpack and handed it over.

Dolma glanced at it, "Don't eat, is there anything else to eat?"

Lu Ziming thought for a while, took out a red colorful fruit and a piece of roasted colorful fish fillet from his backpack, "That's all, do you eat it or not!"

Zhuoma's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen a treasure, and snatched the colorful fruit and colorful fish fillet into his arms, "Apples, fish fillets, do you still have these things? I will exchange things with you, and I will never let you suffer."

When Lu Ziming saw the colorful fruit for the first time, he also mistook it for an apple, but the feeling of eating it in his mouth was different from that of an apple, so he took the vulgar name of the colorful fruit. It's the same with colorful fish, he doesn't know what kind of fish is in the deep pool at all, as long as he can eat it, what does he care?

He also knew that the herdsmen were accustomed to eating beef and mutton, and were particularly interested in vegetables, melons and fruits, so they naturally looked down on the little meat they had stolen in their hands.

"It's not much, you like, I can give you some", said and took out two red colorful fruits and some colorful fish fillets from his backpack.

Dolma stretched his neck and stood beside him, his eyes looking straight into his backpack, "Hey, why do you have a wooden sword in your backpack?"

For Zhuoma's impolite behavior, he can only think that this is the herdsman's straightforward and bold character, and Zhuoma's age is not very old, so it is easy to understand, as if his age is not too old?

He couldn't say it, these wooden swords were his own weapons, and he probably wouldn't believe it if he said it, so he simply didn't say it. This may be a white lie: "This wooden sword was made when I was bored, and I am going to give it to a friend, since you like it, I will give you one", since it came out, the wooden sword has not much effect on himself, and the priority is to find a real sword.

Zhuoma grabbed the wooden sword and gestured in the air, like a samurai, standing on the hillside "majestic", the animals under the hillside were his army, with a straight body and eyes looking ahead, which made Lu Ziming a little distracted, as if he was really a general who looked down on the world in front of him.

"The sword is the king of weapons, the sword is the overlord of weapons, road! I should choose a sword, or choose a sword", a trace of hesitation flashed in Zhuoma's eyes, not knowing how to choose.

Lu Ziming only knows the spirit of the king, whether it is the king or the tyrant, is there a difference?

"It depends on your ideals, you can be the king if you stand up for righteousness, you can be the king if you advocate etiquette and righteousness, and if you establish credibility, you can become the hegemon. In fact, what's so good about being the king, endless power brings endless troubles, it's better to be as happy as you are now, there is no lead in the world", he didn't know why he blurted out this.

Zhuoma nodded as if he didn't understand, "That's better to be a hegemon, we Mongolians are the most trustworthy, so I want to dominate when I grow up!"

Lu Ziming was speechless, he couldn't save his life, dream!

"You can use a bow and arrow, such a beautiful bow and arrow", Zhuoma's eyes seemed to have been staring at Lu Ziming's backpack, reaching out from the backpack and grabbing the bow and arrow into his hand, but found that he couldn't pull the bow and arrow.

Lu Ziming smiled helplessly, he really didn't seem to have any good way to Dolma, "I picked it up when I ran for my life, I practiced it before", this time I won't give the bow and arrow to Dolma, this is a weapon to save my life.

Zhuoma found that he couldn't pull away the bow and arrow, but he didn't open his mouth to ask for it, and handed the bow and arrow back: "I also have a bow and arrow, but unfortunately it's not as good as yours, when I grow up, I must find the best bow and arrow."

"Didn't you Mongolians say before: Riding and shooting are both perfect? Now I'm afraid you have forgotten about it!"