Although the man was shocked, he was not afraid, took a deep breath, the milky white halo on his body suddenly appeared, and his fists slammed into the back of the person in front of him.

The yellow paparazzi was in a hurry just now, he didn't think too much, he ran the lower abdomen and filled his legs, kicked the ground violently, his whole body posture remained unchanged, he kept a half-squat and hunched back, and shot towards the middle-aged man.

But after a breath, he regretted it terribly.

He felt that he suddenly received a heavy blow in the back, and the first punch in the back had already made him feel that his internal organs were misplaced, and at the same time, he snorted and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

In the midst of his pain, his reaction was also extremely fast, remembering what Yi Heng said, where the fist goes, it is where the air flow goes, so he instantly concentrates the air flow on his back, and when the punch in the back hits the back, he only feels a force rushing into the back.

Just when he thought that he would spurt blood and hurt just now, he snorted in his mouth, but found that the air flow on his back was like a living thing, and he took the initiative to rush towards that force.

What made him ecstatic was that under the tolerance of the air current, the energy disappeared in an instant, as if it was melted by the air current.

It's just that correspondingly, the airflow is also noticeably less.

But the surprise was enough for him to immediately muster up his courage and continue to crash into the rear.

"Bang bang bang ....... ”

There were more than a dozen muffled sounds in a row, even if there was air flow in the back, the yellow paparazzi already felt that he couldn't hold on, but the Youlong Bagua Boxing, which had never been used in actual combat, suddenly didn't know how to use it.

Feeling that the airflow in his body was getting less and less, he was extremely anxious, gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, and roared in a low voice: "Dry for the sky, Tianxingjian, monstrous and angry." ”

Everyone saw the place where the two of them were fighting fiercely in the field, and suddenly the wind was rushing, and two invisible winds shot out from the yellow paparazzi's fist, heading straight at the man.

Yi Heng was hidden in the air, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded slightly.

......

Three months later, all the tribes of the Inurong tribe crossed the vast snow-capped mountains and merged into the army of all the tribes on the grassland, converging like a stream into the sea.

Yi Heng was also dressed in gray sheepskin, like an ordinary martial artist, and followed the team.

It's been three months since the yellow paparazzi shot.

After he used "Bagua Dragon Fist", he defeated the middle-aged man without any suspense in front of everyone.

It's just that the person was frightened, and he also fought back with all his might, and finally although he was defeated and fell into a coma, he exhausted the yellow paparazzi's internal strength.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Mauiig waved his big hand, and more than 500 people drew their swords and rushed up, instantly fighting with the dog Rong Division.

Blood flashed, casualties abruptly, and the tranquility on the grassland was instantly filled with the sound of fighting and screaming.

Although the yellow paparazzi, who have little internal strength left, can protect themselves in the chaotic battle, they are also extremely helpless for the one-sided fight.

But Yi Heng didn't show up, let alone make a move.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man who fell to the ground in a coma woke up and stopped Mauiig in time that this rough fight on the prairie ended.

In the end, Harinaohai also woke up, but he was powerless to resist, so he had no choice but to agree to merge into the grassland army and fight against Xiqi together.

Yi Heng looked back at the vast mountains behind him, riding horses along the mountains for more than ten days, and there happened to be a narrow canyon for everyone to pass through the mountains, without the pain of climbing the snowy mountains.

Behind the vast mountains, there is still a vast grassland, but the herdsmen everywhere let him know that all the tribes of the grassland should have gathered here to resist the Xiqi campaign.

And this area, he knows, is the Qinghai range, the front of the front, is where Xiqi is, perhaps, the grassland army and the Xiqi army are fighting fiercely.

Hulegan walked in the front with the team, the expression on his face was not clear whether he was happy or sad, and the Hazhnau Sea, which was carried by others, walked in the middle, and would fall into a coma from time to time.

The yellow paparazzi spent most of his time by Harinaohai's side, and according to the middle-aged man, the coma was due to a problem with the practice method, and he had no way to solve it.

Yi Heng naturally couldn't escape the entanglement of the yellow paparazzi, he shook his head and said that he couldn't do anything, although the yellow paparazzi looked unbelieving, but he was helpless, only begging from time to time.

"Speed up, and you'll be back in the tribe in two days!"

There was a roar ahead, and everyone immediately galloped their horses again, and the marching team galloped towards the depths of the grassland.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and shows cattle and sheep.

Under the sky, a boundless grassland, countless cattle and sheep gallop happily on the grassland, and the herdsmen shout happily behind the cattle and sheep.

Two days later, a continuous stream of tents appeared in everyone's eyes.

Circle after circle, like a huge python, entrenched in the depths of the grassland.

"When we arrive, the eighteen major tribes of the grassland, hundreds of small tribes have gathered together to form a grassland army, and they will definitely defend Xiqi outside the grassland!"

There was another roar in front of them, and everyone was excited when they heard it.

After all, everyone is a grassland clan, how can they not be happy or excited when they see such a scene?

Even the yellow paparazzi did not entangle him, and drove the horse with all his strength and galloped towards the depths of the tent.

"The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep. Yi Heng read softly, the tent in front of him that could not be seen at a glance, I don't know how many fierce grassland herdsmen, no wonder for thousands of years, the grassland has been the fierce enemy of the Central Plains.

It's them, who will invade the Central Plains at any time and kill the people of the Central Plains?

His eyes gradually emanated, and the fierce herdsmen could be seen everywhere, and there was no surprise at the arrival of their hundreds, but his eyes were enthusiastic and happy.

Obviously, every day, small tribes from the steppes join the army to add a force to the defense against Xiqi.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the flag swaying in the wind a hundred miles away, the huge snow-white wolf head on the pitch-black banner swayed with the wind, the wolf's mouth was wide open, the sharp teeth were shining with cold light, and the eyes were sharp, as if they would pounce down from the flag at any time.

It was the center of all the tents, and a huge tent stood out like the head of a python.

The grassland within a radius of 100 miles is centered there, like a huge disk, which is divided into eighteen parts, presumably this is the eighteen major tribes of the grassland.

He followed the crowd into the western tribe.

The small dog clan was merged into the blue wolf department, and he naturally would never have the treatment of a single tent again, and at this time he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring at him with wide eyes.

Hubren, who was standing three feet away, had a look of confusion in his eyes, obviously some questions had been bothering him for too long, but he had never had a chance to ask.

At this time, it was just an opportunity, so he bowed slightly and asked respectfully: "Martial Master Zeng, Huang, no, did you teach Xi Ri Gouligge's kung fu?"

Yi Heng's eyelids didn't move, and he replied indifferently: "No!"

"It's ....... ”

Hu Legen didn't expect such a direct answer, and the questions behind him could no longer be asked, his eyebrows were furrowed tightly, his waist was slightly raised, and the confusion in his eyes was even stronger.

"Then why is he so powerful all of a sudden?"

"Maybe he is a genius in martial arts, and once he became enlightened!"

Hulegen's body was shocked, and he suddenly chuckled again: "Once enlightened, it is absolutely impossible! It's just that his father and son suddenly became strangers, hehe!"

Yi Heng raised his eyes to look at him.

"One is Anda, whom I think I am familiar with, and the other is the yellow paparazzi who I conclude is extremely poor in martial arts qualifications. ”

Hu Legen scratched his forehead and continued: "But now, my Anda identity is probably not the wandering herdsman he said, and the yellow paparazzi's martial arts qualifications are not so bad?"

He was a little unconfident and muttered to himself.

Yi Heng closed his eyes and meditated and pranayama.

Next, I'm afraid that I will have to face the war between the army of the Grassland Alliance and the army of Xiqi, what should I do?

......

"Abba, are you awake?" asked the yellow paparazzi in another tent when he saw that Harinaohai, who had closed his eyes and was recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The black aura on Harinaohai's face loomed, and he instantly became nervous, and ordered in a low voice: "You go out first, hurry up, stay away!"

The yellow paparazzi was stunned when he heard this, but it was the first time he heard such a stern tone, so he didn't dare to hesitate, nor did he dare to ask more questions, so he got up and walked out of the tent.

"Wait, wipe the dust on Abba's face, help Abba's sit down, and tidy up Abbba's clothes!"

As soon as the yellow paparazzi took a step, he heard an urgent command behind him.

He immediately turned around and did so, meticulously combing Hazhnaohai's hair, wiping his face clean, arranging his clothes, and helping him to sit up.

Harinauhai struggled to sit upright, nodded and smiled at him, waved at him, and he turned away from the tent, obediently away from it.

Hazhnau sat for a moment, until he felt a tightness in his chest and a dizziness in his mind, when he heard footsteps approaching the tent.

He perked himself up, combed his hair with both hands again, and when he made sure it was very smooth, he opened his mouth to the curtain of the door, "Come in!"

Pretending not to look at the curtain, but his eyes were aware of the slight shaking of the curtain, and a trace of nervousness appeared on his face, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

After a moment of silence, the curtain slowly opened, his afterglow swept away, his heart stopped instantly, and he almost suffocated, he quietly took a deep breath, and his eyes looked towards the curtain sharply.

A gorgeous figure appeared at the curtain of the door and met his eyes.

The familiar figure, the familiar appearance, just the long hair that was originally draped, has now been braided into small braids, and the familiar eyes have now become a little unfamiliar.

Was it pitiful? or what, he couldn't guess.

"You're hurt?"

"What are you going to do?"

The visitor was slightly stunned, suddenly smiled, and said crisply: "Naturally, I came to see you!"

When Harinaohai saw her smile, there was a bang in his mind, and his eyes were confused, as if he had returned to more than ten years ago.

But in an instant, his face shook and he said in a deep voice: "I don't need you to see it!"

"Giggles, every grassland hero is worth my visit, you came with the whole clan of the Dog Rong tribe to add strength to the grassland, what's the matter, I have to come to visit too!"

Harinaohai's mind shook again, and he was dizzy for a moment, and then he asked with difficulty: "You, are you coming to see me as a Guduo or as a little princess?"