For the past two years, Yi Heng had been practicing the "Meizu Soul Spell Basics", but it was not until a few days ago that he could learn such a spell.

The previous time was all spent practicing soul control, but fortunately, I was finally able to reach the level of practicing spells.

This kind of precise soul control is far more difficult than the previous time when he transformed the power of his soul into a fist and directly smashed people's heads.

Although the training was extremely difficult and the process was extremely boring, but now that he had reached this point, he was basically able to practice the foundation of soul spells.

Its power and application methods are naturally several times more powerful.

"Could it be that the legendary 'Fixation Technique' is like this?" he asked himself in a low voice, the appearance of the immortal cultivator being frozen in his mind, and the corners of his mouth raised a small arc.

"Drive, oh~....... ”

There was a sound of thousands of horses galloping in the distance, and he knew that it was another martial artist who began to teach the art of fighting on horseback, and the grassland herdsmen naturally couldn't do without horses.

For two years, he was very perfunctory about his duties, and except for some simple boxing techniques in the first year, he never showed up.

But his treatment has always remained the same, it is still an independent tent, and someone specially cooks and worships.

All of this is naturally all the credit of the yellow paparazzi.

But it was precisely because of this that another martial artist, Hulegen, became even more dissatisfied with him, and every day he would take a hundred people to ride around his tent, showing off his martial arts, and he had to compete with him.

For two years, this happened almost every day.

But he never showed up, and even if he met Hu Legen, he turned around and left, so some words such as this martial artist was a little cold, and this martial artist was not very good had already spread throughout the Dog Rong Department.

He is probably the least popular person in the tribe.

It's just that the yellow paparazzi is the son of the leader, and the leader trusts him very much, so his status and treatment have not been affected.

He paid no heed to the provocations that Hulegan had confronted, let alone the rumors that had been circulating for more than a year.

"Da ....... ”

The sound of horses' hooves sounded urgently outside his tent, and suddenly stopped, "Zeng Yushu, if you are a hero, you will come out to fight!"

He closed his eyes, closed his five senses, and his ears were instantly clear!

"Haha, it's been two years, you weak lamb, when are you going to shrink?"

"That is, if it weren't for the chief's protection, he would have been driven out of here a long time ago!"

"A martial artist like this, I can be a Subaru, haha!"

......

"What kind of fart martial artist? Although my dog Rong department doesn't want to fight, but with this kind of martial artist, won't it be ridiculed if it spreads out?"

The more people outside scolded, the more proud they became, but there was no sound inside the tent, as if it was empty!

Yi Heng knew that at most of the tea effort, they would be deeply bored, and then leave arrogantly!

"Stop!"

Three feet away from the tent, a big man with a beard sitting on a red horse was gloomy and ugly at this time, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

The temples bulged slightly, obviously a good insider!

I saw that his right hand was raised high, and with a low roar, the surrounding hundred or so riders slowly quieted down, and they all turned their heads to look at him.

Usually at this time, he would have turned around and left with everyone, and then disbanded the team, finished the daily training, and then, everyone should herd the sheep and milk the cows.

But after a few breaths, he was still on horseback, and there was no sign of leaving.

When everyone saw that his face was cloudy, they couldn't help but be secretly excited!

It's okay to let them follow behind and scold people and vent a few words of dissatisfaction, but if you want them to take the initiative to provoke or offend the martial artist, they naturally don't dare.

But today, it seems that we can see a good show!

"I know that Master Zeng must have real skills, otherwise the yellow paparazzi would not have admired you so much, and let the leader protect you all the time!"

A low and rough voice sounded, and more than 100 horsemen looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he meant by this!

Hulemo gritted his teeth and shouted again:

"But the grassland has the rules of the grassland, since they are both martial artists, they naturally have to compete with each other and score too high, so you can't let the yellow paparazzi learn nothing in your hands and become a waste of the clan!"

More than 100 horsemen surrounded tents the size of a zhang, and the air around them quietly froze.

But there was still silence in the tent.

"Haha, good! Master Zeng is so good at cultivating his kung fu, Hu Legen admires it tightly, but I don't know how much kung fu is on my body, I have also been guided by superiors, and I have also mixed the rivers and lakes, and today I will follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and I will fight with you one-on-one, fairly!"

A strong man in his thirties, at this time, his beard was erect, his dark face was flushed, and the breath on his body was soaring, obviously operating his internal force to the extreme, and he was about to burst out uncontrollably.

But the audience was still extremely quiet, except for the sound of hundreds of breaths whispering softly in the breeze.

This is the edge of the tribe, more than ten zhang away from the place where the group lives, so some people have long noticed that the situation here today is different from the past, and they have come to this place.

There was still no sound in the tent.

"Master Hulegen, maybe this person is not in there at all!" 89 Literature Network

"No way, not long ago, I saw him enter the tent with my own eyes. ”

In the crowd, two voices rang out, and Hulegen's face became even more gloomy.

"Stand back!" he roared, and reached for his right hand on the horse's back.

"Da Da Da, Da Da ....... ”

When they saw it, they knew what he wanted to do, so they quickly pulled his mane, and whispered to urge the horse to step back, and then they all looked at him.

"Since Master Zeng is so steady, then don't blame me for being polite, since I have torn my face, then in today's battle, either you leave, or I leave!"

With a look of determination in his eyes, he raised his right hand and a bundle of rope.

The grassland herdsmen, to the horse for pleasure, but also to the horse for the sake of the horse, in the fight with the enemy, the horse of the other party, can also capture the other party alive.

So every herdsman has a bundle of harnesses on horseback.

And Hulegan not only fought fiercely, but also had the ability to lasso horses, and everyone saw him raise the lasso in his right hand, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"Drive~......, da....... ”

Hulegan began to gallop around the tent with his horses getting faster and faster.

On horseback, his right hand began to swing in circles, the slipknot on the lasso was untied, and a rope loop the size of a tent swirled and fluttered above his head.

"Drive~" burst into a shout, his right hand that he quickly waved in a circle and slammed towards the top of the tent, and the rope circle "swished", and then broke away from his right hand and flew towards the top of the tent.

Everyone's breathing was tight again, their faces were excited, and there was no nervousness or worry in their eyes.

If you can trap a galloping horse, how can you not trap the tent that stands here now?

Sure enough, the rope loop fell from the top of the tent without incident, and the top of the tent happened to be encased in the rope loop, and then it slid down to the waist of the tent.

At this moment, Hulegan slammed his legs into the belly of the horse, and with a loud "get up" from his mouth, the brown and red horse he sat down on neighed, broke away from the circle, and ran violently towards the periphery.

As soon as the rope loop fell to the waist of the tent, it was pulled vigorously and retracted, and the tent was instantly tightened.

"Driving~"

Hulegan knew very well that the stake of the tent was so deep that it was not easy to pull it up, so he held the rope tightly with his right hand, slapped the horse's ass with his left hand, and roared again.

"No!" there was a shout outside, but the excitement of the crowd was even stronger, and even if the leader was present in person, it would be impossible to stop this.

What is the martial artist Zeng in this tent doing? The hearts of the people who were about to uncover the mystery gradually accelerated.

"Whew, whew"

Sure enough, the shouting outside seemed to cheer him on, but it made Hulegan grit his teeth again, and his strength increased again.

I saw that the four wooden stakes of the tent were pulled out from a depth of four or five feet in an instant, and the entire tent was suddenly lifted open and thrown out of the distance.

"Wow~. Hulegan restrained the horse, and the eyes of the people lit up, and then their eyes darkened with disbelief.

"No way!" exclaimed someone, "I saw that he never came out of the tent!"

This is said so categorically that it is difficult to doubt, but in the eyes of everyone, there is no half of a figure.

The gloom on Hulegan's face was gone, replaced by a look of bewilderment.

His eyes widened and he stared straight into the open space where the tent was, and his right hand slowly reached for the scimitar at his waist.

Obviously, he had also seen Yi Heng enter the tent just now, and he hadn't seen him leave until they surrounded it.

If he couldn't be sure that he was in the tent, how could he be so cautious?

"Whoosh!" a figure burst out of the crowd and stood in front of his horse, raising his hands flat to block his way.

"What are you doing?" asked Hulegan in a deep voice.

"Hulegen, I advise you not to humiliate yourself, the master's ability is not something you can imagine!" raised his already slightly rugged face, but there was a determined look in his eyes.

The person who came was the yellow paparazzi.

Hulegen's body on horseback shook slightly, and his face became even more hesitant.

But when his eyes swept slightly over the more than 100 people around him, he suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, yellow paparazzi, you have been learning art from me since you were three years old, and you were already agile when you were ten years old, and your kung fu was not below everyone." ”

At this point, Hulegan paused slightly, as if considering how to phrase it so as not to hurt the leader's face.

But when the yellow paparazzi heard this, their faces were already darkened, and everyone nodded slightly.

"But two years ago, you didn't know where to meet Master Zeng, so you no longer practiced martial arts with me, although I repeatedly advised you to think twice, but you insisted on going your own way, and now how much do you have left in your fighting skills?"

The yellow paparazzi lowered his head and clenched his fists slightly.

"Look up!" Hulegan burst out and raised his head in shock, "The same people of the same age who study art with you can fight on the horse and fight when you get off the horse, what can you do?"

Yi Heng quietly watched the yellow paparazzi's body gradually tremble, his fists clenched and released, the green tendons on his neck were rising, and sweat was flowing slightly.

He was still sitting cross-legged, never moving for a minute.

The moment the tent was opened, the three-foot and six-foot young man in his Purple Mansion had just finished pinching, and with a soft shout of "stealth" in his mouth, several soul powers rushed out of the Purple Mansion and wrapped his whole body.