The hundred-year-old patriarch Mubarak is still very healthy, and he will be able to live for another ten or twenty years, but now he has a knife around his neck, a black knife! The knife didn't strike, but he could feel that as long as the other party pulled it slightly, his white head would leave his body and roll all the way to the door of the tent.

As the patriarch, Mubarak had already fought many battles, with the sand bandits and with other tribes. When he was young, with his enthusiasm, he was the first soldier, and slowly, his bravery was recognized by everyone, and the status of the clan was not low, so he became the leader of the tribe. After that, like other leaders, he was corrupted by abundant materials, and although he exercised every day, he knew that he no longer had the courage to take the lead.

And later, a person like him, who was rich and had status, stood behind his clansmen every time he fought, acting as a banner and a mascot. As for now, the older he gets, the more afraid he is of death, and he can't even stand behind his clansmen, he is afraid of death, and he is afraid of arrows that don't have long eyes, so this gorgeous tent has become a place for him to give orders, and ordinary people can't come in at will.

"Patriarch Mubarak, we are friends, and I have brought you the most precious wine of the Han people, which is a treasure that twenty good horses cannot exchange for a bottle." Hao Fei smiled and took out a bottle of intermediate-grade wine, pulled out the stopper, and put it in front of the old patriarch, and at the same time opened the black knife of the sugar chop.

The old man Ji was translating on the side, the only Han of the Kazakh tribe was still so taciturn, and he was not shocked by honor and disgrace under any circumstances.

The background of this plot is not the first time Hao Fei has experienced, many years later, the little girl Li Wenxiu has grown up, and it just happened that she just rode out on a white horse and was not in the tribe.

The old patriarch was very calm on his face, and even had a hint of ridicule, he knew that the three Han people who broke into his tent must have asked for him.

"We Kazakhs are warm to our friends, but to our enemies are fire and swords. Your current behavior is very unfriendly, lay down your weapons, go back to your Central Plains, and let Allah punish you. ”

Hao Fei poured him a glass of wine and said, "To be honest, I really want to get your friendship, but unfortunately we don't have time." To cut a long story short, you should be familiar with a group of horse thieves and sand thieves coming soon. After a pause at this point, he waited for the old man to finish his translation before he continued: "Those sand thieves have been looking for your tribe, I won't say what the reason is, our request is very simple, we only need you to take the initiative to attack and kill those sand thieves." ”

"Haha!" The old patriarch smiled: "That group of sand thieves should have come to you, and they want to borrow our tribe to resist, it's really beautiful." ”

Hao Fei said with a smile: "I heard that the name of the first warrior of your tribe is Su ...... What is Sue coming from? ”

"Suluk!" The old patriarch looked at Hao Fei and said, "You are a Han person, how can you know?" ”

Hao Fei smiled: "You don't need to know this, call him over, the three of us, he can pick at will, as long as we win, we will turn around and leave immediately." ”

The old patriarch lowered his eyelids and said coldly: "You Han people are too cunning, you want to lure him in and ambush, I won't be fooled." ”

Hao Fei shook his head and said, "If we ambush him, he won't come here to look for you, and we can even go and take his son over as a hostage." With that, he pushed the glass over.

The old patriarch began to ponder, and Hao Fei continued: "You look at us, we don't look like people who have lived in the grassland and desert for a long time, so we are not interested in your tribe's things at all. You're half right, those sand thieves are a threat to us, but they're not really coming for us, robbing you is their ultimate goal. I am telling the truth, and there is half a lie that Allah will punish me. ”

The old patriarch didn't speak, only picked up the wine glass and started drinking, the old man understood, turned around and walked out, Hao Fei signaled to the sugar slash and the two did not need to be stopped.

A moment later, Old Man Ji entered, followed by a Kazakh with a wide skeleton and a full beard.

As soon as this person came in, he found that the situation was wrong, especially the Han costumes of Hao Fei and the others, so that he immediately pulled out the scimitar at his waist and yelled in Kazakh.

Old Man Ji explained a few words to him, but he couldn't make sense at all, he still kept waving his weapon and screaming.

Hao Fei said: "Just let him choose one to fight." ”

The old man said again, and then Suluk looked at the three of them, and after a while, he said: "I, Suluk, am the first warrior of the Kazakh tribe, and I will not bully you Han people, that fat man and that thin man are not strong enough, if you want to fight, you will fight with me!" He threw his scimitar at the ground and said, "You don't have a weapon, and I won't use one." ”

In terms of figure, Sugar Chop is too fat, and Hao Fei's skeleton is not big, he belongs to the type of thin clothes, only Tuoba Hanshan looks tall and strong, and Suluk is really a man.

Hao Fei nodded, and told Tuoba Hanshan Dao: "This person has no internal strength bonus, but with the bonus of the title of the first Kazakh warrior, his strength should be comparable to the second-order perfect internal strength, and the ancient wrestling skills and joint grappling skills are also full level, don't be careless." ”

"How do you know so much about Suluk?" It was the old man Ji who asked, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Hao Fei smiled: "I not only know him, but I also know you better." ”

Old Man Ji had already clenched his fists when he heard this, and his body also exuded murderous intent.

Hao Fei smiled: "Don't worry, wait until you see this competition." ”

The tent was very large, and there was originally an empty space for deliberations and singing and dancing in the middle, so there was no need to go outside. Tuoba Hanshan came down and stood face to face with Suluk, staring at each other. The two of them are about the same size, and they can't see which one is stronger or weaker, Tuoba Hanshan hugged his fists and saluted, "Please!" ”

Suluk didn't return the salute, he directly pulled a stance first, and then roared as a signal, and pounced on him.

Tuoba Hanshan didn't wrestle with him, and took three steps back to dodge this puff, and at the same time hit the opponent's back with his right elbow lightly or heavily.

Suluk was rushing forward, he lost his balance by this impact, and continued to pounce forward, and when he was about to pounce on the ground, he roared again, and a faint red light suddenly appeared all over his body, which not only stopped his inertia of rushing forward, but also incredibly rushed towards Tuoba Hanshan.

"It's a skill!" Hao Fei shouted, his probe could only see the approximate level of martial arts, and it would not work if it was refined to skill attributes or the like, unless the opponent's strength was much weaker than him.

Hao Fei didn't understand the strength of Tuoba Hanshan, and all he could see was the other party's martial arts level, the seventh level of Shaoshang Sword. No matter how high the level of martial arts is, it also needs to be played on the spot, and sometimes a mistake can lay down a defeat, Hao Fei couldn't help but feel anxious.