Zhu Quan has been in the army for a long time, so he naturally knows the key point of iron, and when he heard this, he sneered slightly in his heart, and said lightly: "As long as you lead the army to leave, fully express your sincerity to our Great Ming Dynasty, tea, porcelain, wine, and even salt, these things can be traded to you." Speaking of this, his expression suddenly changed, and he resolutely continued: "But iron and silk are absolutely unacceptable." Since he chased and killed the Yuan army that night, he was injured by the opponent's arrows, and relied on silk underwear to resist to avoid serious injuries, he also realized that this silk seems to be insignificant, but it is an important thing for the two armies to clash, greatly reducing the lethality of the bow and crossbow.

When Lan Yu heard him say this, his heart was relieved, and he muttered secretly: Tea and wine have no effect on the combat strength of the army, and the porcelain thing will break when you touch it, and it doesn't matter if you think about it, it doesn't matter how much these things sell to you.

Arutai listened to him talk generously about what he ate and drank, but the most important iron did not let go, and he couldn't smile on his face, sighed softly, stopped talking, and just turned his head to look at Gui Lichi.

To Zhu Quan's surprise, this domineering Gui Lichi, after hearing his words, also had a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

Gui Li's red eyes just stared at Lan Yu coldly, and said in his heart: No matter how clever you say, later, if you have the opportunity to kill Lan Yu, the main general of the Ming army, you will definitely be in turmoil, and it will be difficult to stop me from swinging a blow. Since he had made up his mind in his heart, he also watched coldly.

Tuhuan turned his head to look at his father Mahamu, still smiling and asked, "I don't know what the Great Tomorrow Dynasty hopes to exchange in the intermarket transaction?" ”

Before Zhu Quan could answer, Lan Yu hurriedly said: "Horse, we only need horses, and nothing else." ”

Gui Lichi, Arutai, Mahamu father and son heard Lan Yu say this, and looked at each other, the cold light in their eyes flickered, but they were all silent.

Zhu Quan saw that they seemed to be quite embarrassed, so he raised his right hand helplessly, wrenched his fingers, counted them, and said with a smile: "The point is that you don't have much to exchange, cattle, sheep, horses, in addition to these three things, are there any others?" The beef and mutton are too fishy, and we Central Plains people are not used to eating it, only this horse, but the more the better. ”

Gui Lichi listened to Zhu Quan's rap for a long time, and at this time he couldn't bear it, and said in a rough voice: "The most respected thing in our grassland tribe is the hero. ”

Seeing Gui Lichi proposing a martial arts competition, Arutai suddenly looked at Tuobayu, the number one master of the Oirath tribe standing behind Mahamu and his son, and suddenly understood his sinister intentions in his heart, so he also smiled and agreed.

Lan Yu gently put the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand on the case, and said lightly: "I don't know how you want to compete?" Is it a thousand against a thousand? Ten thousand against ten thousand? Or 30,000 people together? ”

Among the three leaders, the tribal leader who least wanted to have a grudge with the Ming court at this time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart when he heard the words: 30,000 people are on it together, so what is a fart? Just as he was about to speak, Gui Lichi suddenly showed a rare smile, stretched out his hand and pointed at the "Desert Flying Eagle" Tuoyu, and said in a rough voice: "I have heard for a long time that your Central Plains Han people have a long history of martial arts, and today there are the first heroes and heroes on our grassland. ”

When the father and son heard him say this, they couldn't help but change color, and after a few people entered the big tent, they had already noticed that there was a man who looked to be in his forties standing behind Ning Wang Zhu Quan, his eyes were like electricity, and people couldn't force him to look, not only looked at this and that, but also kept staring at his father and son's guard Tuoyu, his eyes were full of provocation, and it was obvious that it was not easy. If the two armies of Tuobyu win, it will undoubtedly suppress the arrogance of Zhu Quan and Lan Yu, and bring the initiative to the three major tribes to negotiate mutual market transactions. Even if he was defeated and died, it was effortless to strike at the Oirat tribe.

The father and son were thinking about how to get out of trouble with a look of embarrassment, and a laugh suddenly came from their ears: "Listening to the little apprentice, she was once pointed out by a high master of Oirat, and today is fortunate to meet here, so let the old man learn the martial arts known as the first master." With the laughter, a man walked out from behind Zhu Quan, his eyes were shining, he glanced at the people in the tent, the laughter stirred the internal force, and the ears of everyone buzzed, and the cowhide tent was also windless, it was Zhu Quan and Xu Ying's master Qin Zhuofeng.

Gui Lichi laughed and Huo Ran stood up, came to Tuo Yu, took a cup of mare's milk wine that his guards had poured in a teacup, offered Tuo Yu with both hands, and said loudly: "Ben Khan wishes me the victory of the first hero in the desert with this wine." ”

He stared at Gui Lichi with hatred and hatred, knowing that his move seemed respectful, but he had actually forced Tuoyu to the point of no return, and there was no way back except for fighting to the death with this Han master. It's just that his father and son are hindered by the situation, and it is difficult to stop the competition.

Tuoyu said lightly: "Thank you Khan." He took the wine and drank it down, and walked out of the tent with pride. Although he was quite influenced by Han culture, he really didn't want his clan to fight with the Ming Dynasty, but at this time, he was forced by the situation and was helpless.

When everyone came out of the big tent, they realized that there was a light snow in the sky at some point, and the snowflakes were whistling and drifting in the north wind, and they disappeared in an instant.

Tuhuan's sister Su Lan, seeing from a distance that her master Tuoyu seemed to be competing with others, cared in her heart, and hurriedly rode out and came to Tuhuan's side.

Su Lan heard her brother tell that the opponent was the master of Zhu Quan, the king of Ning, and Xu Ying, and couldn't help but be surprised, staring at Zhu Quan with both eyes, and wondered: No wonder I asked him to stay by my side to be my groom, he would be so angry. Thinking back to the martial arts skills of Zhu Quan and Xu Ying that she saw with her own eyes, their master was naturally even more amazing, Rao is her master Tuo Yu who has always revered her, and she was also worried, her face was pale, she looked at Tuo Yu and Qin Zhuofeng with a solemn and solemn atmosphere, and couldn't help but reach out and grab Zhu Quan's sleeve, and asked softly: "They are just jousting in martial arts, and they won't fight for their lives, right?" ”

Zhu Quan was stunned, Xu Ying felt a little unbearable in her heart, stretched out her hand to pull Su Lan away a few steps, and said softly: "Today's situation is no longer something that anyone can control. ”

At this time, Qin Zhuofeng no longer had the cynical demeanor on his face, took off the wine gourd on his waist with his right hand, raised his head and took a sip, looked at Tuo Yu, who was standing with his hands solemnly and standing one zhang away, suddenly ran the internal force, and with a wave of his right hand, a piece of wine spilled out from the mouth of the gourd, forming a "wine sword" about a foot or so, slashing towards Tuo Yu's chest and abdomen. Although it is a "wine sword", it still brings out a sound of "sigh" breaking the air, which shows that this "wine sword" contains extremely deep internal force, which is incomparably sharp, and is not inferior to the steel knife and sword.

Tuo Yu turned to one side, and with his right hand, he quickly took off the sheepskin wine bag on his waist and waved it, and waved a "wine knife" with a gourd, facing Qin Zhuofeng's unique "weapon".

Under the attack of the "swords", there was a loud "bang", and the "wine knives and swords" all turned into a rain of wine, arousing countless "sneering" sounds of breaking the air, shooting out in all directions.

Zhu Quan was startled when he heard the "rain of wine" coming, waved his sleeves when he dodged, raised his sleeves to see several small holes on it for the wine to shoot, and hurriedly retreated two feet, afraid of suffering from the pond fish again.

Qin Zhuofeng was a little ground under his feet, and the person suddenly flashed over like a ghost, his left hand was raised, and he slapped it lightly towards Tuoyu's chest, and when he made a move, it was extremely fast, but it was extremely gentle, without a trace of strong wind, and even the small snowflakes that fell above the heads of the two of them did not have the slightest dance, as if there was no slightest force.

Tuo Yu saw that the other party's move was extremely gentle, as if it was a false move, and he was unmoved, but his attention fell on the wine gourd in Qin Zhuofeng's right hand.

Qin Zhuofeng saw that the other party was not moving like a mountain, so he simply turned it into a reality, and when his left hand slapped half a foot in front of the opponent, he suddenly grasped his five fingers, and the palm like a light feather falling slowly instantly turned into the majestic momentum of Wuding Kaishan, and smashed directly into the other side.