Qin Yu beckoned Zhang Jiao to sit down, thinking that the atmosphere between the two of them would be very awkward.

He wanted to take Zhang Jiao to find Fengji and let him support the field.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Jiao, who didn't seem to be good at talking, seemed to be inexplicably in tune with him after talking to him for a few words.

Most of the time, Zhang Jiao was talking, and Qin Yu was listening.

No matter what, after Qin Yu came to this world, his footsteps were always locked in this small square village.

There is simply no chance to get out.

Naturally, there is not as much knowledge as Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao talked about his experience and what he had seen, and Qin Yu compared his own historical knowledge and the heritage inherited from five thousand years of civilization, and occasionally said a few words, which made Zhang Jiao's eyes flash with worry, and gradually he naturally respected Qin Yu more.

The two talked happily and talked about speculation.

However, at this time, Huang Zhong, who was still training those young and strong people in the wheat field, stopped with a solemn expression.

"You all go and rest."

Huang Zhong gave an order, and then walked in the direction of the official road without looking back.

He had a bow and a knife in his hand, and his steps were heavy.

The blood qi in his body that had been constricting all the time also fell again and again with his footsteps, like lava about to tumble, surging up one after another powerful echoes.

Huang Zhong had been suppressing his power all along.

His strength is too strong.

If he were to stay in shape with all his strength, the amount of food he would need to consume each day would be a staggering amount.

But today, it seems that he can no longer continue to suppress his power.

Because he felt an incomparably strong pressure coming in the direction of Xiaofang Village.

The pressure is extremely strong, and unscrupulous, and the blood is strong, and it is the world.

makes people feel that the heroes of the world are nothing more than that, and he can control them with the power of one person!

This kind of aura can only be captured by a person of Huang Zhong's realm.

If it weren't for the strength to reach a certain level, it would be impossible to detect this breath.

Huang Zhong also knew very well that this person must have discovered his existence.

They may be able to live like an ordinary person who can only grovel in front of the ordinary people in this world.

But in front of the equally powerful martial artists, the aura between them was like a storm circling above the nine heavens.

It's like it's already a power on another level.

Lu Bu's eyes were full of surprise, and the healthy horse under his crotch walked forward reluctantly as if sensing danger, snorting from time to time.

If it weren't for the blood surging in his body that had wrapped the healthy horse under his crotch, it would have been impossible for the horse to walk so easily.

"I never thought that there would be such a martial artist in such a place?"

"Interesting!"

Lu Bu looked at the middle-aged man who was walking not far in front of him, who was getting closer and closer to him.

He was dressed in a very inconspicuous set of coarse linen clothes, and looked like an honest farmer.

It's just that Lu Bu can feel the boundless terrifying power contained in his coarse linen clothes, and the strong muscles.

Powerful blood gas bubbled through him like hot magma.

A crimson flame of blood seemed to have swirled around him.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be walking fast, and every step he took seemed to have stepped on a volcano that was about to erupt.

The terrifying power continued to coalesce in him.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying it would be if this force completely exploded.

The distance between the two was less than a hundred feet at this time.

Lu Bu's crotch and the healthy horse couldn't bear the pressure that rushed towards him like a wild beast.

Stop.

Lu Bu didn't rush either.

Although the healthy horse under his crotch is also a good wild horse on the grassland, it is only a mortal thing after all.

It is impossible to not be discouraged under this kind of pressure.

"Who's coming?"

Huang Zhong stood still, and he stared at Lu Bu, who was not far away for them.

The sound from his mouth condensed into filaments and suddenly appeared in front of Lu Bu.

If that seemingly ordinary voice had substance, it would make people see that it was like an arrow that shot out, and the condensed arrow fell straight towards Lu Bu's face.

When he arrived in front of him, he suddenly seemed to hit the iron plate and suddenly exploded.

The rolling sound wave suddenly wrapped Lu Bu and made him fall into it.

Lu Bu grinned: "You and I are both martial artists, so why treat me like an enemy?" ”

He rolled over and dismounted, and the bloodstained sackcloth behind his back unfolded in his hand like a flag.

It landed on horseback.

The healthy horse could no longer bear the pressure, and fled in a panic.

The raised hooves of the horses rolled up the rolling loess, and then disappeared into the sudden blowing gale.

After noon, the sun was already at its sunniest in the west.

But at this time, the rolling heat wave that should have been sprinkled on the ground was blown clean by this quietly appearing gale, like a steel knife scraping bones.

"Who are you?" Huang Zhong ignored Lu Bu's words, and he asked again.

Gale surged from behind him, and the ringhead knife in his hand sliced a "whimper".

Lu Bu casually dropped the Heavenly Painting Halberd in his hand to his side.

"Bang!"

The sharp cone at the end of the halberd fell on the ground as if it had landed on a bluestone, making a crisp sound.

The earth's reflex was like a wave, swiftly moving up along the halberd's body, and finally turned into a long-lasting hum on the snow-bright double crescent blade.

"I am the five plains of the state, Lu Bu is also, who is my brother?"

Lu Bu looked at Huang Zhong, there are not many people in this world who can be recognized by him.

Huang Zhong in front of him is definitely one of them.

Although he hadn't made a move yet, Lu Bu already knew that the person in front of him was definitely a fierce opponent.

But his trip was not to kill people, but to follow the sky-high purple qi from before.

He has never been like Huang Zhong, and he has restrained his breath.

His breath is like a swimming dragon, rising above the nine heavens, and ordinary people can't perceive it at all.

Convergence or not, so what?

The world is just mediocre people.

never thought that he was so in such a mood and so arrogant, but at the end of his journey of thousands of miles, he met a strong man who was like him.

and was regarded as naked hostility by the strong man.

But so what?

Lu Bu didn't care.

In this world, there is nothing that obsesses him more than martial arts.

Since he left the school, he looked around blankly, only to find that no one was qualified to walk a few moves in front of him in this huge state.

Now that he has met a warrior like Huang Zhong, how can he not like it in his heart?

As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other.

The joy of the martial artist is naturally to fight and talk about it.

Lu Bu's fighting spirit was not reined in because of Huang Zhong's appearance, but became more and more flamboyant.

Lu Bu's move, Huang Zhong naturally saw it.

He knew that this battle was inevitable, so he just wanted a quick victory.

"I must do my best in this battle, and I must not let this flamboyant person disturb Mr. Qingxiu!"