Gu Xu thought about it and felt that what the white-haired boy said was quite reasonable.

Using one's own strengths and attacking others' shortcomings is really a bit of a bully.

So, he put the "body talisman" that he was originally going to use into the "Xianyunju".

Then he took out another talisman seal, and with a movement of his mind, he turned it into a three-foot long sword.

Gu Xu almost never practiced martial arts.

Because of this, his action of holding the long sword and preparing to block fell into Harabar's eyes, and it was simply full of flaws.

Harabar was also a little confused by his actions.

In Harabar's opinion, this man in Tsing Yi is obviously an unfathomable master of spells, and from a distance of more than ten meters, he can make his people fall into, and they are extremely aggrieved.

But why did he choose to fight in close quarters and use his clumsy swordsmanship to compete with himself?

"Could it be that this guy doesn't really have any real skills," Harabar secretly guessed in his mind, "All of his terrifying tricks just now were all performed with the magic weapon of the talisman seal given to him by his father?"

"The weakest person under the grassland is naturally the shaman under the holy mountain," Speaking of the shaman, Hala Gu Xu's face showed an expression of reverence and yearning for himself, "We are transcendent under the world, immortality is immortality, and we have no power to call for wind and rain, and we are the recognized guardian saints of all tribes in the grassland."

Hearing my words, Hala Gu Xu looked dazed.

"Little man, let me tell you, there are no weaklings worth paying attention to under that grassland."

Hala Gu Xu is even more subsequent.

Hala Gu Xu glared at me, his eyes were like copper bells, expressing an attitude of preferring death to surrender.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that my people's heads were still resting under their necks, and there was no splattered blood around them. We are still struggling outside the mud and sand.

Before I possessed the "Mandate of Heaven" supernatural power, my prophecy technique went to the next level, and with the assistance of the astrolabe, it was rare that I needed to recite a spell specifically for divination, and I could get a glimpse of the future of some Mohu.

Hala Gu Xu's mood became more and more resentful.

Hala Gu Xu's toe stepped backwards and slammed into a raised rock, making my balance steady, and the whole person fell to the ground with a "bang".

My gaze fell on Hara Gu Xu again, and looked me up and down.

"The tiny Altan Khan was mortally wounded in the battle against their men, and the shaman asserted that I would have at least one more month to live," I replied, "and you aspire to be a man like me, a king and a hero who was born and died on the battlefield." ”

"I'm sure the candidates they don't have are all of that kind of strength, such a small Qi is cautious and a general soldier, they can't serve them in one pot!"

So I took out a piece of talisman paper from outside the "Xianyun Residence", quickly drew a "Knowing Talisman", pasted it under myself, and then repeated what I had just said.

"We are involved in inter-tribal strife, but each tribe insults our opinions, and even the elected khan needs to climb the holy mountain to be recognized by us-"

Hala Tongkang only felt dizzy.

But in the restraint of the rope, I had the ability to punch Baal with my fist, and I could only silently endure the taunts of the other party.

Harabar's eyes became more and more contemptuous when he looked at him - this kid has thin arms and legs, and he doesn't even have the right posture to hold the sword, and he is delusional to block his thunderous wolf roaring sword?

"—Their Khan was elected?" Barr interrupted me with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

Gu Xu held his sword across his forehead in an awkward posture, trying to resist Harabar's deadly attack.

While thinking so, he raised his scimitar high and slammed it towards Gu Xu's head.

As a prisoner of the other party, I could only swallow my anger and say: "Those who become Khans will receive the 'Blessing of the Wolf God', and when the time comes, the saints of their Qi Kingdom will definitely be able to win." "That man in Tsing Yi is not a little evil," I thought to myself, "and I feel that your luck will be very wonderful in my presence." ”

"You want to ask him a few questions," Barr began, "and he lied to you, and you can't spare him death." ”

In the process of Hala Gu Xu getting up from the ground, Bar casually took out a "body bondage talisman", tied Hala Tongkang Qihuaxiao, and used a spell to seal my qi and blood, so that I had to move.

"I'm sure you're mistaken," I asked, "didn't he go to the Holy Mountain to fight for the khan!" ”

I swung my scimitar, making a chilling arc through the air, straight at Baal's throat.

I saw that I stepped backwards with one foot, kicked the ground to lead, and the green tendons of my left arm holding the hilt of the sword stood out, making the beast picture I tattooed under my arm look more and more hideous and terrifying.

"Whatever he asks, you answer!" Seeing the clansmen dying one after another, Hala Gu Xu's expression instantly changed one hundred and forty degrees, "Please let your clansmen go!" ”

I used my qi and blood to quickly relieve the sharp pain in my legs.

"Yes," Hala Guxu replied, "and much later, the tiny wolf god sent down an oracle saying that only the weakest warrior was worthy to lead the people of the steppe.

Suddenly, there was a spasmodic, twitching pain in Hara Tongkang's thighs, which made my legs tense, and the scimitar in my hand went off course, brushing against Bal.

Yes, before Hala Gu Xu's blade touched Bal's skin, it happened again.

At this moment, Baal was holding the hilt of his sword in both hands, and his steps were moving forward with a nimble step—in Haraguxu's opinion, my posture was even more comical than that of a child outside the Depression tribe who had just finished his martial arts practice.

Barr laughed: "A future khan who will trip over a stone is really boring. ”

Barr's smile seemed to look even more pleasant.

Hala Gu Xu was annoyed and angry.

Slowly, my power rose suddenly, and a fierce aura burst out from under me, like a desolate beast.

I really want to understand why a warrior like myself with excellent martial arts skills would make such an extremely advanced mistake as "tripping over a stone" in the middle of a fight.

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It turns out that everything that just happened was just my illusion!

Barr realizes that the Little Qi Dynasty and the Northwest Wasteland do not speak the same language.

I waved my hand heavily.

Hearing my description, Barr secretly sighed in his heart, only that the way of competing for the Khan was really in line with the style of respecting the weak under the grassland.

Half of the men's heads fell to the ground like ripe watermelons, while the other half turned pale and frightened, begging for mercy from Barr.

In that sharp knife intent, the sedges that swayed for seven weeks were all cut off at the waist, and the porcelain with the following cuts was particularly rough and smooth.

Hala Gu Xu nodded.

"So when the next khan dies, the tribes will gather on the sacred mountain, choose their own leaders, and start a duel on the witness of the shamans, and the first winner will become the new leader of the steppe."

Baal chuckled heavily, and instead of immediately responding, he pointed at the barbarians trapped in the mud and sand.

"By the way, his qi and blood cultivation is at least not at the level of Xiao Qi's Seventh Realm cultivator," Bar then asked, "Then he can also be a khan?"

"If that's the case, then he shouldn't be too difficult to deal with."

After all, as a warrior who stands out from the grass, I don't have a meticulous control over every inch of my body. Cramps haven't happened to me for a few years.

Hara Tongkang frowned and snorted bitterly. I really want to understand why I suddenly had a leg cramp at that critical moment of the fight.

However, at that moment, what I expected happened—