Ye Feng subconsciously turned his head to look, who else could there be, a small general standing outside, everything was insignificant.

The yellow scarf leader subconsciously squinted his eyes, but he wanted to see clearly who was still not letting go of himself when he got to this role.

"Who is Your Excellency, what kind of hero is hidden, why don't you come out and talk about it!"

The white-robed young general took a step, half stood in front, and spit out his embroidered mouth, "A certain Xiliang Ma Chao!"

Ma Chao, Xiliang Jin Ma Chao?

It's not for him to come back after the year, why did it appear at this time, it's unreasonable.

"Ma Chao?" Ye Feng was puzzled, only to hear the Yellow Turban Leader shout, "What kind of bullshit, dare to calculate me, it's really not a thing."

Anyway, he is also the Xiliang Army, one of the best players, Ma Chao stared at the yellow turban leader, Ye Feng only laughed, "What is he, he deserves to let you be like this."

The spear in Ma Chao's hand suddenly loosened, and he was only half-kneeling on the ground and was about to speak, but he heard a mockery, "Who else should I be, it turned out to be a coward."

"Meng Qi, this matter!" Before Ye Feng's words fell, he saw Ma Chao's hand arch and speak coldly.

"These people are silverfish who waste food, and the lord has the virtue of a good life, but he will never tolerate these people who waste food, and they will never return!" Ma Chao stared at Ye Feng and smiled, "Just now, the lord slashed five thousand enemies, and he has an itchy hand, so he wants to try it too!"

Ye Feng recalled that the Xiliang Army led by Ma Chao in the romance was already unstoppable, coupled with the custom of military generals going head-to-head, they were able to break through the sky, and this yellow turban leader was by no means an opponent.

It's just that there are fewer rabble, which is a good thing, so I have to put down my plan to interrogate and turn around and explain.

"The Han will still need these people to cultivate food in the future, don't kill too much, you have the final say on the rest." Ye Feng explained softly, and stepped on the black horse with the overlord gun in his hand to stay away from the dense forest.

The art of war talks about fiction and reality, Ye Feng still has to be vigilant, if not, he is afraid that he can really be damaged here?

The leader of the yellow turban heard it clearly, and he had already held back his anger, kicked the knife unceremoniously, held it in his hand steadily, and shouted to Ye Feng from afar, "Lord, don't worry, I will leave all this to me, and I will make him obedient to you."

Immediately, the spear landed on the flattering face of the Yellow Turban Leader, who held the Ghost Head Knife and blocked it steadily, so that he could avoid the blow.

"You, don't talk about martial arts, I'm careless, shameless." The yellow scarf's face turned red, and Wang Yue, who was sitting on the side, sneered and laughed, "It seems that no one has heard of you, Xiliang Jinma Chao, this can be regarded as a loss of face."

"Half-heartedness in a fight, damn it!" Ma Chao suddenly put away the spear, put it behind his back and sneered, "It's your honor to die under my spear."

"Brothers, the dog officer wants to bully me, but you don't agree." The leader of the Yellow Turban sneered, and at the same time, many Yellow Turban soldiers rushed up and rushed over.

The corners of Ma Chao's mouth hooked, he was not in a hurry, the spear was horizontal, and he swept away a piece in three moments, and the rest of the Yellow Turban Army had long been shocked by Ye Feng, and now when he saw this scene, he was afraid that he would be the next substitute ghost for the dead, so he cowered one by one and refused to move forward.

"Brothers, kill him, wealth and glory are in front of you!" The Yellow Turban Leader hurriedly shouted.

But this time, everyone treated each other coldly, their lives were gone, and what was the glory and wealth for.

"Whoosh~" sound, the sound of breaking the air reached Ma Chao's ears in a blink of an eye, Ma Chao turned his head, only wiped a trace of oily skin, gently wiped the blood on his face with his index finger and put it in his mouth, and shouted, "It's just right to come, do you dare to come out to fight!"

This sentence is like a stone sinking into the sea, in fact, it is true, the marksman is only suitable for mending the knife in the back.

Ye Feng in the distance saw it clearly, and sneered, no matter what, he would definitely behead that person under the horse, and when the time came, he would have a sharpshooter army, and life would not be beautiful.

"Which brother just shot the arrow, I have a lot of reward." The Yellow Turban Leader roared, "It's not known if General Hui will become a centurion!"

"I, the arrow I shot!"

"The leader is me.

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"You fart, which of you has that ability, unlike me who bent the bow and shot an arrow at the age of three."

Suddenly, there was chaos in the Yellow Turban Army, Ma Chao frowned, and he didn't care about 3721, he took out a spear from behind the horse and threw it hard.

A few people who responded just now were taken away by a powerful force in one moment, and more than a dozen people were stunned, and the next moment they died on the spear.

Ma Chao glanced at Ye Feng quite ostentatiously, as long as he had the ability, Ye Feng did not dare to treat himself lightly, the Yellow Turban Army was silent, Ma Chao was silent, and rushed out on horseback, and for a while the leader of the Yellow Turban Army trembled, and fell off the horse directly.

"General go quickly, I'll come to the palace," put one hand on the yellow turban collar, and threw the yellow turban collar on the horse, the man turned his head and ran, of course, he didn't forget to shoot arrows with a bow, Ma Chao's face sank.

The man left with some face, and his legs were clamped, "The thief will leave and fight me for three hundred rounds."

Ye Feng thought clearly in his heart, because of the appearance of Ma Chao, these people have become chaotic ministers and thieves again, and they should not make a mistake if they kill themselves, and the reward is not awkward.

Immediately, the horse headed in the direction of the marksman, the overlord halberd was in the wind, and the black horse roared, and the speed became faster and faster.

"Damn!" The marksman tried his best to bend down, and the Yellow Turban Army on the left and right was only a marksman and had a way to deal with Ye Feng and Ma Chao, and hurriedly followed behind, of course, the Yellow Turban Army was also in a mess.

Ye Feng saw that the speed of the marksman was getting faster and faster, one person turned over and dismounted, the marksman was nowhere to be seen, and the next moment there was another person, so three or two times before it stabilized.

"It's kind of interesting, but that's all!" Ye Feng sneered, isn't it Li Dai Taozhuang, I have seen a lot of such tricks, and they are still tender.

"Try my archery skills," Ye Feng pulled out an arrow, lit it, and shot it out regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, and suddenly the dense forest turned into a raging sea of fire.

"Ah! Help me!"

"Wait, I'm willing to surrender."

The sound of rewards in the system kept ringing, but the fragments of the marksman had not arrived for a long time, and Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Three more arrows, the flames were connected, Ma Chao glanced at Ye Feng obliquely, rushed out, and suddenly, the war horses neighed, the birds soared and the wails rang out.

It's no wonder that Ye Feng is ruthless, he can't get rid of that person, he can't tell when he will suffer from cold arrows, and when the time comes, the unification of the Han Dynasty doesn't know how long it will be delayed.

Kill to kill, fight violence with violence!

Uncontrollable risk factors must not appear, thinking of this, Ye Feng pulled out an arrow, "Look at it, this king will let you see my ability!"

The bowstring rattled coldly, and suddenly, dozens of Yellow Turbans fell to the ground like puppeteers, the only thing they had in common was that they all lost an ear.

The arrow, which only stopped when it hit a tree, carried dozens of bloody ears on it.

Ma Chao was stunned for a moment, he had just given birth to the idea of comparing with each other, and at this moment he was convinced, and there was only one word left, "Six."

"My lord, there really is the courage of ten thousand people!" Ma Chao said sincerely, "This world is only afraid of being in the lord's pocket."

"Meng Qi, we might as well make a bet, as long as you can catch that marksman, this king can promise you a request, the land of three states, you can choose!"

Ye Feng smiled and said, this is not a blank check, the three states are all anointed lands, and they don't know how much better than Liangzhou.

"Lord, is this true?" Ma Chao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked.

Holding the power of the world is nothing more than soldiers and money.

In which era, it is extremely important to have a stutter, let alone a fertile land.

"Nature!" Ye Feng did not hesitate to answer, as long as Ma Chao was bolted, where could the remaining Liangzhou army go.

You must know that Liu Bei was able to maneuver around the Three Kingdoms era for so long, largely because of the acceptance of Ma Chao's Liangzhou army.

"Meng Qi, don't worry!" Ye Feng reached out to pat Ma Chao's back, but found that Ma Chao was gone.

"Ah, young man."

Ye Feng, who pretended to be vicissitudes, suddenly remembered his age

It's not that big.

Without saying much, the Yellow Turban Army who lost their ears simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, leaving only a few who were still rushing to kill.

However, this has little impact on Ye Feng, as long as Ma Chao kills the marksman, he can get the reward, what is the problem with anything else.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!" Ye Feng raised his arms and exhaled, with the lesson just now, the Yellow Turban Army hesitated one by one.

"Why, don't you believe in this king?" Ye Feng asked rhetorically, "When will this king do something to you?"

"Didn't they just now?" Someone finally stood up and asked, but as soon as Ye Feng's voice was high, those people knelt on the ground and only kowtowed to apologize.

"Listen, if it weren't for the leader of your attack and killing of this king just now, such a thing would never have happened, not to mention that he is dead, what are you going to insist on?" Ye Feng's voice was fierce, "If it weren't for the Yellow Turban Thief, you should all be a man and a woman weaving."

"This adult, if there is no way to live, who wants to rebel, I watched my three-year-old son starve to death in my arms." A Yellow Turban Army wept bitterly, and everyone recalled their sad things and became one.

Ye Feng forcibly suppressed it with the overlord halberd in his hand, with a solemn expression, "From today on, if there are people who want to go home and farm, this king will pay for the journey, and if there is no land, this king's fief can choose a piece, and you can be self-sufficient."

"In short, as long as this king is here, no one can touch your land!"

"Long live the King of Chu!"

"Long live the King of Chu!"

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In the midst of this fluctuating voice, Ma Chao returned with a sad face, and found nothing.

"Lord, that person," Ma Chao gritted his teeth with hatred, "that man actually put his clothes on ordinary people, and now the cloth is gone!"

"It's okay!" Ye Feng stood up and comforted Ma Chao, "Maybe it shouldn't be fate."

"But!"

Before the words fell, Wang Yue came slowly, holding a human head in his hand, "King Chu looks, but he?"