"Uncle Haruko, Uncle Whip, why don't you go talk to him and exchange a sweaty BMW with him!"

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, now the matter is not the problem of the Tianyan Divine Horse, it is already the problem of the three of our senior brothers, if we don't defeat him, we can't go on with peace of mind, as a martial artist, this is the minimum dignity. ”

The two of them spoke vigorously.

It's been a long time since I've met a master, and the senior brothers are all out of the customs, so they will definitely be able to save face.

However, something happened in the town of Lok Ma.

The strange man is gone, and the horse leading him is gone.

Where he went, no one knows, if it was a problem like this on weekdays, he naturally didn't pay attention to it, but now it's different, the weird Qin Lang has become a celebrity, a celebrity in Luoma Town, and his every move has been paid attention to.

So, his disappearance caused a lot of discussion.

A group of people said that the weirdo was tired and went to rest.

A group of people said that the strange man was afraid, and the first master of Yanju Country was about to appear.

A group of people also said that the weirdo bought the horse and left.

......

Although there is a lot of strange news, but the strange people are afraid, the first master of the Yanju country is coming, and this speculation has been recognized by most people.

Exactly, where did Qin Lang go?

This can only be asked to himself.

Qin Lang took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, and quietly took the carrot back to Ma Weng's small courtyard.

Wang Xiangbing was almost better, he had just woken up a few days ago and heard that Qin Lang was fine, so he quietly met him, and no one expected that Qin Lang would come back suddenly.

"Meeting, meeting. ”

Cover the door. After making sure that no one was coming, Qin Lang shouted in a low voice and the three of them entered the house.

The door was closed, and an hour later, Liu Cheng hurried out and rushed out of the courtyard on horseback. After another quarter of an hour, Mahon also came out, came to the carrot and recorded its qualities one by one, and then went out as well.

By this time the moon had already risen.

There was an oil lamp lit in the room, and only Qin Lang and Wang Xiang were left.

Qin Lang looked at Wang Xiang and asked, "How is it that you are cured?"

Wang Xiang smiled bitterly. And did not speak.

"Tell me what's going on with you. Qin Lang could see it. Wang Xiang really has a mind.

"I ran fast. Wang Xiang said solemnly, his eyes staring at the wick, as if he was recalling.

"Ordinary horses can't catch up with you. Qin Lang nodded, Wang Xiang's specialty. I saw him when I met him in the abyss of death. It can be described in three words: Scud.

"But I'll only run. He picked the wick. The room was much brighter, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at Qin Lang: "Boss, but I can only run." I don't know anything but run. ”

Qin Lang was surprised, and he didn't know what happened to Wang Xiang today.

Wang Xiang put down the small stick in his hand that was used to pick up the wick: "I can't help at all with what the boss encountered." ”

Qin Lang comforted: "It is impossible for a person to do many things, you don't have to take these to heart, besides, the weather of the Three Dragons is not something that people can handle." ”

"Nope. Wang Xiang's eyes were mixed with a resolute light: "The boss will go very far, if you go down at the current speed, I will only run without any use, I will only pull your hind legs." ”

"You want to leave?" Qin Lang was startled, the first thing he met after coming to the other world was Wang Xiang, although Wang Xiang called him boss on weekdays, but Qin Lang knew that Wang Xiang was his friend, the only friend in the other world so far.

It was impossible for him to let Wang Xiang go in his heart, but Wang Xiang's determined eyes made him speechless.

Wang Xiang nodded and said, "I need to go, but I'll be back." Boss, I hope I'll be your right-hand man when I come back, and I'll be able to help you in whatever you do. ”

"Do you have a place to go? What about your sister?" Qin Lang knew very well that as a homeless person, it was too difficult to go outside to learn a martial art, and if he could get a powerful secret book by his side, it would be much easier to learn it from him than to go outside.

Wang Xiang said: "I was not born to run, this ability was taught by a monk I met when I was a child, so I plan to go there." ”

"Are you sure he can teach you something?" Qin Lang expressed doubts, what the main god of light was believed in on this continent, what kind of ability could the monk temple have.

"He could, even though I was only ten years old at the time, but I knew that the monk was a great person, because he asked me, do you want to learn to run, or walk, or fly. ”

"At that time, I was young, and I didn't know about it, but when the news of my sister came out, the old monk drove me down the mountain and told me that the monk temple could not take in women, even girls. ”

"Do you remember the location?" Qin Lang was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Wang Xiang to have such an experience.

"I don't remember, so I thought Boss would do me a favor. Wang Xiang knelt on the ground solemnly and said very firmly: "My sister, I hope the boss can help take care of her, and her identity." ”

"Needless to say, if you really want to leave, I will take good care of your sister. It's just that you don't know when you'll be back. Qin Lang helped him up and said solemnly: "I don't know where I will go when the time comes." ”

This is indeed a problem.

Maybe when Wang Xiang returned, he had already found a way to separate the three Qing Dao forces from the black and white qi, and left the other world to return to his hometown.

"However, I promise that with me for one day, Wang Tingting will not suffer, but if you want to leave, you have to wait until this matter is done. ”

......

Wang Xiang was leaving, and he came suddenly.

He had his own plans, and Qin Lang knew that he had no reason to stop him.

It's just that he is standing in the courtyard, holding a pink jade pendant in his hand.

Wang Tingting's identity, he raised his head and put the jade pendant in the moonlight to look at it carefully.

Ruby, a very precious thing.

The carved pattern of three dragons and one phoenix......

In the second half of the night, the people of Luoma Town found that the strange man had returned, gnawing on chicken legs, leading the jujube red pony, and returned to the entrance of the town. The wooden sign was stuck diagonally beside him, and the chair was broken and there was no place to sit, so he simply sat on the ground.

Guixiang

A very famous name, even in the royal family of the Yanju Kingdom. The name also has an unusually prestigious place.

Because he is the number one master of the Yanju Country, the most powerful person in the barren land.

Two years ago, he had already reached the level of a nine-star sword master, and he only needed to cross a hurdle to become the first veritable great sword master in the barren land.

Great swordsman, the title of the ultimate swordsmanship. It is also the strongest state that can be reached by the limits of the standard human body.

However, the same situation happened to him.

In the palace, Roche called him Xiao Xiangzi.

The titles of the three brothers are: Xiao Chunzi, Xiao Braid, and Xiao Xiangzi.

The first two are a little different from the last.

Therefore, Guixiang likes to sit in a sedan chair and does not like to ride a horse.

This habit made Guixiang's appearance two days late.

It's late to catch up with the rainy season in the country of Yankoma.

On this day, the sun has not appeared since early morning. Dark clouds were piled up in the sky. Neither moves. Qin Lang pouted and drooped his head.

The sign in his hand is not half raised.

"Sweat blood, sweat blood, where are you!"

Passers-by have become accustomed to it, and they are very conscious of being half a meter away from him.

Two o'clock in the afternoon. The clouds still hadn't moved. I don't know how the desert wind blows.

A strange voice came from outside the town of Fallen Horse.

It was a sedan chair. A big red sedan chair was carried by four strong men.

Shaking and shaking, he entered Luoma Town and stopped in front of Qin Lang leisurely.

A big red sedan chair. Whose bride is here?

The people at the entrance of the town gathered around.

The four strong men didn't say anything, put down the sedan chair and went out of the town.

The onlookers couldn't understand what was going on, but Qin Lang, who was squatting on the ground, saw it clearly, and he could see it clearly. The door of the big red sedan chair is embroidered with a flying fire horse.

"It's from the palace. ”

Someone in the crowd of onlookers saw the embroidery on the car door clearly and shouted.

Everyone was shocked.

Hula-la, the whole street is depressed and clean.

Qin Lang looked sideways at the panicked appearance of passers-by, thinking that this world is so weird, he hides when he sees a fight, which looks like his hometown, and he looks around when he sees a fight.

The folk customs are really different.

"Ahem. ”

There was a coughing sound from the big red sedan chair, Qin Lang frowned, how could he feel so strange today. It seems that the person in the sedan chair is a bit special.

The car door opened, and a pair of shoes appeared first, a pair of black cloth shoes, and the white soles did not even have a trace of dust.

Falling slowly, the man behind the shoe seemed to be very patient, coughed again, and then went out of the sedan door.

He was about forty years old, with very thin eyebrows, large eyes, and a sparse mustache under his nose. Wearing a purple and blue embroidered robe.

The whole person looks weird, a little less manly, a little more rouge.

The old man has rouge and disgusting!

That's why Qin Lang frowned.

"May I ask the next generation, but it is Darcy Qin Lang. The old man arched his hand, and the salute was complete.

"Are you?" Qin Lang had already guessed who he was, but he still didn't know him, and he had to pretend to be in place.

The old man straightened up, his short hair on his head was a little crooked, he pressed it together, and then said, "Guixiang." ”

"Kneel down ......" Qin Lang almost burst into laughter, this name is also tasteful.

"I heard that both my junior and younger brothers lost in your hands?" The old man lowered his eyes, his eyes under his frown, and his eyes were slightly exposed, wanting to see Qin Lang through.

Qin Lang raised his head and stared at him, with a haze on his face: "I don't want to fight either, but it's a pity that they want to rob my horse." ”

"I heard that your sword is accurate and fast. The old man naturally looked away and asked lightly.

Qin Lang stood up and said, "That's what they said. ”

"Well, how about a fight. The old man rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing his calloused palm.

Qin Lang snorted: "Why fight, every time you fight, there is no reason." Turning, he patted the carrot on the head. There are conditions for this war to be fought.

"If I have to fight, what should you do? The old man still rolled up his sleeves on his own, and rolled up his right hand with his left hand. It seems that Qin Lang must fight him.

"You don't have this thing, I won't fight you, and I won't get it. Qin Lang turned his back to him and raised the sign to show him.

The sweaty BMW has not yet arrived, and the fight is not negotiable.

The old man casually glanced at the wooden plaque, and pulled out an old sword from the sedan chair sideways. At least six feet long.

Three feet is one meter, and six feet is two meters.

The two-meter-long sword, Qin Lang is really the first time he has seen it.

The sword had no scabbard, it was white, and the blades on both sides were thick, as if they had never been opened.

"What if I have to fight?" he said, threateningly.

"I'll run!"

Two very simple words, Qin Lang had a hint of ridicule on his face.

In this world, it is impossible for martial arts masters to say these two words, because in their creed, only even if they die in battle, they will not escape.

So the old man Guixiang said with confidence that he wanted to fight. insisted that Qin Lang would not escape.

It's a pity he was wrong. Qin Lang didn't have this kind of creed in his mind at all, and if he couldn't beat it, he would run away, the most fundamental truth. Who would be stupid enough to kill someone, now they can't fight and flee first. Awesome and back later. Wouldn't it be more cost-effective?

The old man was stunned for a moment. The hand wiping the blade of the sword stopped.

"Hopefully, it will be indefinite. Qin Lang turned over and got on his horse and left without showing any mercy.

The sound of clattering horses' hooves echoed through the empty streets.

The spectators, who were hiding in the shadows, looked at each other. No one knows exactly what is going on.

"Is he afraid? ”

The Wu family, the blacksmith shop closest to the town, was crowded with almost twenty people.

"The devil knows what's going on. A big war seems to be unfought. ”

"I must have been scared. ”

"As a martial artist, you shouldn't be like this!"

The crowd was discussing.

Guixiang, the old man who was wiping his sword, suddenly shouted, "How about betting on horses?"

The sound of horses' hooves stopped, a gust of wind blew in the sky, and the clouds finally moved, and a little bit of them were spliced together to form an awkward pattern.

"How to bet?"

Qin Lang rode his horse and turned back.

"If I lose, the sweaty horse will be given to you, and if you lose, your pony will be mine. ”

The old man began to wipe his sword again, as if sweat and blood were nothing to him.

But, as soon as this sentence came out.

The audience in Wu's shop exploded.

As we all know, betting, gambling must be of the same price, sweat and blood BMW to pony, how to say this. I'm afraid that Guixiang has the certainty of victory.

There was always a noisy discussion.

I don't know who shouted it.

"It doesn't matter what they bet on, it's nice to be able to watch. ”

"Yes, yes!"

There was a great deal of agreement that there would be no longer a discussion of this issue, which was no longer a central part.

They don't talk about it, but Qin Lang wants to talk about it.

Because his horses are worth a lot.

A horse of sweat and blood is nothing.

30,000 taels of silver.

Qin Lang opened his mouth.

The three fingers stood unusually straight in the wind.

The jujube red horse was exchanged for a sweaty and bloody BMW plus 30,000 taels of silver, which is a large number, large enough to arm an army of 3,000 people.

Peeked at the crowd and was stunned.

No matter how you look at it, this transaction is not proportional.

How can a bad stallion be worth so much money.

Yes, see you in a day.

Only the parties knew the mystery, Guixiang left the sedan chair and walked out of Luoma Town.

The weather in the desert is very strange, full of dark clouds, and I can't squeeze out a drop of rain.

The time of the day is not fast, and it is not slow.

The town of Fallen Horse has secretly opened a bet, and the first two times were too sudden, and the gamblers did not seize this opportunity.

The first master of the strange PK Yanju country, while Guixiang went to prepare things, the gambling game opened, and there were many people who gambled. It's a pity that Qin Lang, the "dark horse", has not been taken seriously at all, and the gambling odds are one-sided.

A day later, it's still that time period.

Lumps of dark clouds piled up more and more in the sky, blocking the sunlight and blocking the blue sky. The heavens and the earth were dark and gloomy. There is only the whirring wind and two factions in the town of Fallen Horse.

One side, Chunsan, Yang Braid, Guixiang, and the Little Prince.

One side, Qin Lang, Ma Weng.

The red sedan chair parked in the middle separated the two sides, and it was only a day, and the sand fell all over the sedan chair.

A tall horse with an unusual steed is tied to a stone pillar at the entrance of the town of Luoma.

It was much more powerful than the other horses, and the carrot stared at it, still raising its head proudly.

"Is it sweat and blood? Qin Lang took a look at it and felt that this horse was indeed good, with very long hooves, a very high waist, and even the facial features on the horse's face looked quite miraculous.

Maon had been studying for a while and had a definite answer: "Indeed." ”

Qin Lang smiled: "Thank you." This is your labor fee. As he spoke, he threw a bag of money over, and Ma Weng thanked him again and again before leaving in a hurry.

What I just acted in was a play, a play that made others feel delusional.

He is the only one in Lok Ma Town, and he has no accomplices.

"Where's the money?"

Guixiang glanced at Yang Braid, who took a thick stack of silver tickets from Chunsan's hand.

"Longteng silver tickets, common to the mainland, one thousand taels each, a total of thirty. ”

"There is no evidence for empty words, and there is a written document. Wait a minute. "Say it. Leaving the carrot behind, he went straight to a nearby room. There was a knock on the door.

The door opened, and no less than thirty people were crammed inside.

Qin Lang stared at them like an eagle and said, "Come out, call your friends, be a witness." ”

The people did not dare to disobey. Follow him out of the house.

Not for a moment. The streets were full of people again.

Make a big circle.

"Alright. Now you can make a note. ”

Qin Lang was very satisfied with his arrangement.

"In today's competition, if Daxi Qin Lang wins, 30,000 taels of silver and sweat and blood will belong to him. Ruo Guixiang won. The carrots belong to him. ”

The document was written.

The crowd dispersed a little further.

Because the competition is about to officially begin.

"Please. ”

Guixiang stretched out his hand, and Qin Lang walked out.

There is a sedan chair in between.

Guixiang was still wiping his sword.

Qin Lang no longer had a wooden card in his hand, and there was an extra sword wrapped in a gray cloth bag in his hand. The shape of the hilt of the sword is very strange, the left is long and the right is short, and the workmanship is not very good.

The two were opposed, motionless.

One stop is half an hour.

Qin Lang didn't plan to move, he was waiting.

The cultivation of the Great Sword Master is not a joke, he learned from Liu Cheng's mouth that this is the code name that represents the strongest human being, he does not have exquisite swordsmanship, and he will definitely not take advantage of the attack, it is better to wait for the rabbit and win with his extremely sensitive vision.

Qin Lang didn't plan to move, so he casually put the sword by his side. This made Guixiang feel a little pressure, and the sword he put in his hand seemed simple, but in fact it was not simple at all.

There are many things at stake in this battle, and his sword is ruthless and accurate.

So we can only wait for the opportunity and wait for him to show his flaws before attacking.

If Qin Lang knew the thoughts of the Great Sword Master Guixiang, he would definitely laugh crazy.

Sting!

Just when the two of them were thinking about each other, there was a thunderclap in the sky. The dark clouds of positive and negative poles that have accumulated for a long time finally have a chance to come into contact.

Heavy rain is about to fall.

Then just when this string of lightning lit up, Guixiang suddenly moved, and the long sword penetrated with force, only hitting one point. That point is not elsewhere, it is Qin Lang's Adam's apple.

The flaws are finally revealed.

Qin Lang squinted at the sky.

The sword was extremely fast, incredibly fast, so fast that it seemed that the speed of the wind had slowed down. When it was almost there, Qin Lang also felt very fast, and the scene in his eyes was no longer so slow.

In a panic, the sharp qi on the sword swept through his neck, and the cold cold aroused goosebumps.

Qin Lang was surprised, there was a sedan chair between the two, how did he come over.

Lifting the sword, now he doesn't want to expose his strong body too much.

Guixiang's sword swung again, this time the tip of the sword shook like a snake.

Qin Lang could only give up when he lifted half of his sword, and retreated again and again to dodge the blow of the spirit snake, and then raised his sword.

Guixiang is here again.

The sword can only be put again.

And so it goes.

There was a strange scene on the field.

Qin Lang kept trying to lift his sword.

Guixiang interrupted him every time.

Lift your sword, release your sword, dodge. It has become Qin Lang's action for a long time.

Attack, and then attack became Guixiang

......

Guixiang's sword is fast, fast to the limit speed of the human body.

So his swordsmanship has a name, Flash Sword.

Each sword seemed to flash out of nowhere.

He wished his sword could be faster than the flash point. No one has ever lived more than sixteen swords under his sword.

However, today's Qin Lang made him feel a little afraid.

Because it's already thirteen swords.

He has been silently counting in his heart, and Chun San and Yang Braid, who are waiting, are also silently counting.

The fourteenth sword, Qin Lang lowered his head to avoid.

The fifteenth sword, Qin Lang rolled over.

The sixteenth sword, Qin Lang rolled sideways to avoid it.

......

Twenty-fifth sword.

Qin Lang felt that this was too uncomfortable, so he could only hide. There is no ability to fight back.

With another sword lifted from under his armpit, Qin Lang fiercely froze his body, lifted his foot, and kicked Guixiang in the form of a shot.

......

No one would have thought that Qin Lang would make such a move.

Such a shameless and obscene act should not have happened to a martial artist.

......

Boom.

With a solid kick, Guixiang stepped down something.

The man's precious thing, kicked by King Kong's foot, must be a pain......

Then, what happened next surprised Qin Lang.

Guixiang's eyebrows tightened, and he raised his sword and continued to attack again.

Qin Lang covered his mouth and turned over a few feet away from him. Suddenly burst into laughter.

The number one master of Yanju Country!

Wood has a small JJ.

His laughter. It makes everyone feel inexplicable.

But the person concerned, Guixiang, knew what he was laughing at, it was a secret, a secret all along.

It's a strange thing, there are no eunuchs in this world. Not all the time. Not even the word eunuch. It's a shame for a man to have a little JJ.

In general, such a thing rarely happens.

It's a pity that it happened to Guixiang.

When I was young, I was in an accident. Little JJ is gone. This secret is not even known to Chunsan and Yang Braid.

Today. Qin Lang knew.

It seems that the scoundrel tried out the truth with one kick.

"You don't have a little JJ. Let's practice the Sunflower Treasure Book...... Hahaha...... "Qin Lang covered his stomach and laughed wildly, no wonder he made a big red sedan chair and wore a big purple and red rusty robe. Even how to look at the little mustache under the nose. How it looks like it's glued on.

The onlookers were in an uproar!

A big secret is revealed in the town of Fallen Horse.

At this time, the big red sedan chair seemed to be split in half because of hearing such a secret.

The little prince Luo Hao covered his mouth, and his delicate face tried to suppress the urge to laugh.

"Second brother, is this true?" Chun San's eyes widened, and his straight beard under his chin lost his lustre.

Yang Braided shook his head: "I don't know, I really don't know." "The long braids also seem to be less imposing.

Guixiang's face turned blue, and he raised his hand and sighed: "Senior brother, our brotherhood will end in this time! He didn't look back, and the anomaly said something.

Who would want to call a brother to a person who has a little JJ.

"Senior brother, what do you say, we will always be brothers. Yang was startled and clenched his fists to indicate that he had nothing.

"Senior brother, what the second senior brother said is right, even if you don't have ...... We will always be brothers. Chunsan yelled at his broken throat.

Guixiang's face was so moved that he almost cried.

Qin Lang put away his smile and looked at it in surprise, the friendship between the three of them was not ordinary.

The three brothers sighed, Guixiang regained his confidence, stood up straight and said, "What's wrong with me? ”

"Well, I shouldn't have said that. Qin Langyan snorted: "However, you can't beat me." ”

The sword was raised at Guixiang.

Qin Lang realized his problem in this battle, but he also knew that his level was still above the Great Sword Master. It can be said that it comes and goes, and you get more.

"You're so confident, we're going to win or lose. Guixiang's face was a little more excited, he hadn't met an opponent for many years.

The hunger for battle had kept him awake for many nights.

In today's battle, the outcome doesn't seem so important here.

Because he knew the hearts of the two brothers, and knew that reaching the limit of the human body was not the limit of kendo. Those legendary Sword Sects, Sword Kings, and Sword Emperors must have zài.

The young man in front of him may be able to reach that realm, it should be that he is still young, he can dodge his twenty-six swords at the age of twenty, and he has at least reached the level of a great sword master.

And, with a confident heart.

Break through the limits of the human body and have sword intent, sword soul, and even sword heart.

He remembered that when he first learned martial arts, his master said that those who practice martial arts only pursue their hearts.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Qin Lang sensed his change and slowly untied the Qiankun bag, and the black sword body was revealed for the first time in Luoma Town.

"A sword without a blade can beat me?" Gui Xiang's sharp eyes noticed something special about his sword.

"You need a sharp blade to kill. Qin Lang stared at him, the black sword exuding a very oppressive momentum in the dark and heavy weather.

Another flash of thunder flashed in the sky.

A drop of rain falls.

landed on the tip of Guixiang's sword.

Another drop fell and landed on the hilt of Qin Lang's sword.

Rain, one drop, two drops. Three or four drops were densely packed......

I don't know how many drops fall.

None of the onlookers had the idea of hiding from the rain, and everyone knew that the ending they had been waiting for was about to appear.

Qin Lang moved, and the black stone sword was inserted into the sand, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands.

Guixiang took a deep breath and tightened his sword in both hands.

The rain seemed to stop at that moment.

The tip of the black stone sword kept dragging in the sand, clattering. He walked forward, faster and faster, until finally he became a runner.

Suddenly, he swung his sword, and the rain seemed to fall more rapidly at that moment.

The black stone sword rose from the sand.

The sword was still about a meter away from Guixiang. Stopped. Stop in the rain.

Can a sword hurt someone if it doesn't reach the body?

But Guixiang's face changed dramatically at that moment.

The falling raindrops broke, and the drops of rain cut countless particles of water at something, and in the rain there was a semicircular arc flying by.

This is sword qi. Beyond the limits of the human body, you can understand what you can only have in kendo.

Guixiang gasped. With a sword in both hands, he tried all his cultivation. took a step, and the sword was half-raised, ready to be slashed.

But his face turned pale. Stood in the rain.

The sword light that had emerged from the rain had already slashed at him.

Sword qi, what a swordsman dreams of, Guixiang didn't expect that he would be able to see it in his lifetime, even if he died under the sword qi, what if he pursued it all his life, after all, he had not been able to reach the stage of the sword king.

Today, I saw one, a young man in his early twenties, with such strength.

What if you're dead.

He slowly closed his eyes, his sword qi and his body, he knew that he would only end up in a different place. He had no way and no ability to resist.

Too fast, the mystery of the sword has broken through the limits of the human body to a new realm by this time.

Qin Lang stood in the rain and slowly withdrew his sword, his hands trembling, trembling slightly.

It's not because of the cold rain.

Instead, he was excited, and the Sanqing Dao power was finally used for him, and he was finally able to use it in the form of sword qi. It's a big change, even though the black and white are still so powerful.

However, the power of the Three Qing Dao can be used, and it can be turned into sword qi. This is a great improvement, and as long as he continues to fight like this, he believes that one day he will be able to regain the level of a saint and break through the space to return to his hometown.

In the rain, the two masters were far away from each other.

Sting!

The clothes were torn.

Guixiang's clothes were torn.

The purple embroidered robe burst into more than a dozen rags, revealing the big white underwear inside.

Guixiang shuddered, opened his eyes, and his face was full of joy and gratitude.

He is still alive, and he is alive and well under the sword qi.

The only explanation, I am afraid, he put away his sword and respectfully saluted Qin Lang: "Thank you Qin Lang for your mercy." ”

Qin Lang was embarrassed.

He didn't stay behind with the sword just now.

I want to thank you, the black and white qi is making trouble, and the sword qi that comes out of the first use is not strong enough......

"Ah, we don't have any grudges, I'm just here to find a bloody horse in Luoma Town, it's not good to kill and kill, we have to be harmonious." ”

Guixiang misunderstood, and he simply took advantage of the pole to climb up.

"Qin Lang Daxia has that horse, why do you still want a horse of sweat and blood?" Guixiang asked again.

Qin Lang laughed twice, didn't answer, stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, the bet is settled, and what you lose should be mine." ”

This guy wants to slip away.

sweat and blood are in hand, and there are 30,000 taels of silver to accompany you.

Qin Lang's strategy made a small profit, walking alone in the desert of death. He was going back, back to the Western Tribe, back to the East Dragon City, waiting for the return of the mysterious city lord.

Give gifts, ask for an official position, and then!

Ma Weng, Wang Xiang and Liu Cheng have already taken the lead in going back, and he is lagging behind.

No one in Lok Ma noticed that they were in a group.

No one noticed that one night there was a busy time in a small courtyard in the town of Luoma.

Singing as the sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me.

Qin Lang carried a silver ticket in his waist, rode a jujube red pony, and led a high-headed horse, how could he be happy.

The jujube pony panted and walked slowly.

The rustle echoed through the empty desert.

The sky is still overcast, and raindrops can fall at any moment. No, two or three drops had already fallen on his head, Qin Lang wrinkled his delicate eyebrows and put the hat on his head, humming an unknown song in his mouth.

He didn't urge the horse to go faster.

He just built a pergola over his eyes with his idle hands and looked ahead.

In the gloomy weather, there was still a large expanse of flying sand in the desert. His delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and a smile appeared on his face.

The one that has been waiting seems to have appeared.

Lema, standing on top of the sand dunes.

The flying sand in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the sound of horses' hooves was everywhere.

It was a group of soldiers, an army of more than 1,000 people.

Wearing animal skins. Carrying a longbow on his back. Carrying a scimitar and wrapping in a turban.

It was none other than the little prince Luo Hao who took the lead.

Tianyan Divine Horse, he is bound to win.

No matter how Chun San persuaded him, he still wanted to rob it. The three masters of the Yanju Kingdom lost to a madman. not only lost precious sweat and blood. He also lost thirty thousand taels of silver.

How could he bear this breath.

In his eyes. An army of more than a thousand people was enough to kill a master like Qin Lang.

After all, it's a young person, and it's easy to think about the problem.

How can a person who can tame the Tianyan Divine Pony be an ordinary person.

More than 1,000 people, black pressing. In an instant, it surrounded him.

The sound of horses' hooves, the sound of dust, and the sound of drinking horses, all mingled.

The silence of the desert suddenly became lively.

The little prince Luo Hao, wearing a set of white leather armor, I don't know what material is made of, it looks very conspicuous, and he rides a fiery red horse under him, the horse is powerful, the limbs are strong, and even the muscles are clearly visible when running.

Luo Hao pinched the whip, strangled the horse rope and stared at Qin Lang: "Bold thief, dare to come to Yanju Country to spread wild, deceive the sweaty and bloody BMW, you should be the Yanju Country is that barbarian tribe for you to come and go?"

Qin Lang tied the rope of the sweaty BMW to his waist, pinched the reins with both hands, and the hat leaned down slightly to cover his eyes: "Your country is really incredible, do you still want to take it back if you lose the gambling contract?" As the ancestor of the royal family, he should have made a promise, could it be that he bullied me into a foreigner?"

"Just because they said yes doesn't mean I said yes. Xiao Wang flicked the dust on his leather armor, and he was not in a hurry, he had more than a thousand people in hand.

One person and one arrow, even if he really reached the level of the Sword King, he would have to end up as a hedgehog.

"Hmph!" Qin Lang looked around at the crowd of people who were staring at him, and finally stared at Luo Hao and threatened: "You try, even if I die, I will drag you into the water and make your white vest stained with blood." ”

"Bold!"

"Bold!"

......

A few of the thousands of good people shouted loudly, they were the direct guards of the royal family, and they could not tolerate others speaking ill of their masters.

The first to come out was a man with a double axe, with a beard that looked like a pirate captain, eyes like rings, and forearms that were as thick as Qin Lang's thighs.

"It's just a reckless man. Qin Lang stared at him, moving his lips and smiling.

The rain began to fall in the sky.

The little prince's guards put up an umbrella for him.

"Zagu, stand aside, you're no match for him. Luo Hao still knew the depths, stopped the man, raised his hand and looked at Qin Lang seriously: "Give you a chance to choose, die or live." With that, the red order flag was raised, and more than a thousand people took out their bows and arrows behind them, and drew their bows and arrows.

Qin Lang looked at the crowd around him, his smile was indifferent, and his expression finally changed.

"That horse should have belonged to the Yanju Country. If you want to live, leave him behind, and the sweat and blood will be given to you. Think about it!"

The little prince Luo Hao relied on a large number of troops around him, and he spoke with confidence.

Qin Lang was silent.

The light rain fell very slowly and slowly, and it seemed to feel the unusually oppressive atmosphere in the desert at this time. Drop by drop fell on the saddle, on the leather armor, on the scimitar.

There was a small sound.

The bow is up, the strings are full, and the sound of cowhide bands is mixed with the sound of rain.

As long as a small order flag falls, Qin Lang will end up with ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

The atmosphere was unusually solemn.

The jujube pony snorted its nose, and the sweaty BMW scraped the sand with its hooves.

Animals tend to have the most sensitive premonitions.

Death was approaching, Qin Lang sighed, let go of the reins, turned over and dismounted, and patted the jujube red pony. Then he looked up at the sky, folded his hands, and prayed in a low voice.

The little prince was very satisfied with Qin Lang's watch, the yellow order flag was released, and the archers put down the full string of arrows. He glanced at Zagu, who rode to Qin Lang's side and unceremoniously picked up the jujube pony.

Qin Lang didn't say a word, the hat covered his face, and no one could see any of his expressions. He rolled over and sweated on his BMW.

The sound of horses' hooves opened the circle.

He slowly disappeared into the rain, the sword on his back shaking.

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The little prince Luo Hao was very happy, and the first thing he did was to jump off the horse and go to see the hooves of the jujube red pony.

The imprint of the sun is obvious.

"Hahaha!" Luo Hao snickered, what Uncle Haruko couldn't do, he did it himself. He looked around at the guards and shouted, "Brothers, you are fortunate, go back and be rewarded." ”

Zagu couldn't understand that the little prince was so hard to get a pony, and he asked in a whisper when he went back.

Luo Hao said incomprehensibly: "You don't understand, it's a special horse." ”

Riding a sweaty and bloody BMW, Qin Lang ran out of a distance of 100 miles, and only then could he not hide the face that was almost cramping under the hat.

Laughter spread throughout the desert.

After laughing for a moment, he looked in the direction and galloped again, and an hour later he came to a dead sand willow. There were three people waiting there.

Ma Weng, Wang Xiang, Liu Cheng.

The three people and three horses, and a jujube pony stood proudly on the edge of the sand willow, and saw Qin Lang neighing dissatisfiedly.

The sweaty BMW that ran suddenly stopped, not daring to go any further.

Qin Lang laughed and said: "Carrot, you don't let me ride a horse, do you want me to walk back, you stupid horse, not kind." ”

Didn't the radish head stay in the country of Yanju?

But what is the jujube red pony on the side of the sand willow?

It all started with the meeting that night.

That night, Qin Lang only said one thing.

Change horses and find a horse that looks exactly like a carrot.

That's why Liu Cheng and Ma Weng went out of the yard one after another. (To be continued......)