Shaman in the eyes of the Jurchens, the status is very high, the young shaman saw that these Han people not only have no reverence for themselves, but also dare to resist blatantly, immediately shocked and angry, he roared: "Low Nikan, I don't know whether to live or die!" Then his face was hideous, and his big fist blasted towards Wang Rui who rushed over.

Nikan is the name of the Jurchens for the Han people, and many Han people in later generations thought that this title had a derogatory connotation, but it was actually a misunderstanding. The word nikan (Manchu) is generally used in conjunction with "Minggu Lunni", Minggu Lunni Nikan - that is, the Han people of the Ming Dynasty, is a noun, without praise or disparagement. Some people think that this word also has a derogatory meaning of "southern barbarian", but in fact, it is a false rumor. Some experts believe that the origin of the word nikan is well-reasoned to be derived from the word ihan, probably because the Han people belonged to an agrarian people who used cattle for production, and the Ming Dynasty was also called nikangurus by the Jurchens. Therefore, the word Nikan is much more formal than the Han people calling the Jurchens Tartars, the Koreans as sticks, and the Westerners Lao Maozi, and it is a very formal term without any pejorative connotations.

However, this young shaman added the word "lowly" in front of Nikan, which is naturally a naked contempt.

Although Wang Rui was originally a Jurchen, his real name was Nikan Suke, and he heard this guy say "the lowly Nikan", which was more unhappy than Luo Sigong and other Han people, he saw the other party swinging his fist like a hammer, faintly with the sound of breaking the wind, knowing that the power of this punch was very great, and he was arrogant, and in the long whistle, he also swung a blow with his bare hands, and he took it hard.

Hearing the sound of the two fists being hard together, the Jurchen people who were far away from it all felt frightened, and seemed to feel that their palms were a little painful. But the two people involved sat up straight on their horses as if they were nothing, and they didn't notice the slightest pain, as if the two hard fists just now were not theirs.

It's just that the slight difference is that the tall black horse under the young shaman's crotch neighed lightly and took a step back, while the ordinary horse that Wang Rui was riding stood still.

Wang Rui was sent to the Central Plains by his father Nikan Wailan, who admired the Ming culture since he was a child, and followed his master Liu Ling, the king of the iron giant sword, to practice martial arts. Liu Ling went into battle, and with a 120-pound iron broadsword in his hand, he was invincible and difficult to meet his opponent. If you want to dance that mighty martial arts sword, if you fail to cultivate the Liu family's ancestral heavy sword technique to an extremely high level, you will never be able to do it. And Wang Rui's current iron broadsword is ten catties heavier than that of his master Liu Ling, which shows that his heavy knife technique is already better than blue. To practice the heavy knife method, you must not only exercise your muscle strength hard, but also supplement it every day with a secret potion to strengthen the body, smear the whole body, stimulate muscle cells, and then run the internal strength of the heavy knife method in the wilderness, let the sun, wind, rain, and snow hide, until the skin absorbs all the potion, enters the blood vessels, and then acts on the muscles of the whole body, so that your strength can grow bigger and faster.

Fighting against the young shaman just now, Wang Rui kept in mind Luo Sigong's instructions to them to hide their strength, but they used about three successes, and others looked like they were evenly matched.

As a shaman, whether it is a Zoroastrian or a mountain worshipper, there is not much difference in dress, but since this young shaman struck this heavy blow, it has become clear to everyone that this person is a shaman of the mountain worship religion.

Zoroastrianism focuses on internal strength, while Zanzanism attaches importance to the cultivation of strength and physique, and the path taken is completely different. This young Worship Shaman was arrogant and extremely confident in his own strength, and once killed a large buffalo in his way with a single punch, and ordinary Jurchen soldiers could not stop his casual punch. However, today, his punch, which was almost with all his strength, was actually resisted by a Han man he looked down on, and it seemed that the opponent's strength seemed to be stronger than his own.

The young shaman was shocked and angry, and shouted, "Get off the horse and come again!" Then he turned over and dismounted, landed firmly on the ground, chanted a spell in his mouth, stepped on strange steps under his feet, and put his fists forward and backward, put on an attacking posture, staring at Wang Rui intently, and there was no longer the slightest contempt in his eyes.

There was a fight in front of the city gate, and in normal times, the guards had already come out to interfere, of course, they naturally didn't dare to offend the shaman, but the Han people who wanted to catch the trouble were definitely active, but when the Tokyo city guards were the leaders, When a Niu Lu was really about to order someone to arrest Wang Rui, he suddenly saw a Han boy in the lead staring at him, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes, which made him feel a sigh in his heart, and then carefully looked at the young man for a long time, this Niu Lu was really frightened into a cold sweat, because he recognized that this young man was none other than Zong Song Gege, who was lawless in Tokyo City on weekdays, as the leader of the city gate guards, he was not less beaten by this little Gege's horsewhip. A few days ago, I heard that Zong Song Gege followed Da Beile to Guangning City, this Niu Lu Ezhen also secretly prayed that the little witch would never come back, who knew that the gods did not favor him, this little aunt and grandmother now appeared at the gate of Tokyo again, how dare he move, and immediately hid in the city tower like a turtle with a shrunken head, and never dared to show his face again. All the guards were not stupid people, and when they saw that the officials were all pretending to be stupid, naturally no one went to find their own suffering, so they all stood straight on both sides of the city gate, and the military posture and military discipline were really exemplary, but they turned a deaf ear to the close fight, and turned a blind eye.

After Wang Rui and the shaman punched each other, he was still a little worried that the Jurchen guards would take action, but when he saw that those guards were like wooden carvings, not moving at all, he immediately felt relieved, turned over and dismounted, stood casually, and said with a light smile: "Not convinced? Come on!"

Zong Songgege clenched his fists and shouted hatefully: "Big man, you can beat it hard, and I will be responsible for the injury and disability!"

Wang Rui smiled at Zong Songge and said, "Okay!"

The young shaman looked back at Zong Song Gege in a complicated manner, and said in his heart, this kid has a very big tone, and his heart is black enough, I just took your whip, as for beating me to death and maiming me?!

He was thinking about it, when he heard Wang Rui shouting: "Look at the box!" was so startled that he immediately turned back, and his body couldn't help but take a step back and make a defensive move, however, the real situation was that the opponent did not make a move at all. He felt deeply humiliated, and glared at Wang Rui angrily and said, "You ......"

Wang Rui interrupted him and said with a smile: "I'm just reminding you to be attentive, don't be afraid, I won't sneak attack you!"

The young shaman was so angry that he stomped his feet on the ground and rushed towards Wang Rui like an angry bull, and his heavy fist also slammed into Wang Rui's chest with the momentum of the forward rush. As an authentic Jurchen, this young man, like most people, can ride a horse, but fighting immediately is not a strong point, he is really good at landing foot combat, and at this moment, the punch he punched out in front of him is obviously much more powerful than before.

It's just that, in Wang Rui's eyes, although this young man's fist strength is also good, he has not understood the true meaning of how to deliver heavy blows.

Along the way, because Sun Qianguang's cultivation was the ancestral Sun heavy sword, and Liu Ling's heavy sword technique was a mastery of winning with strength, he often walked with Wang Rui to exchange his cultivation experience. Wang Rui has studied art for a long time, and has basically mastered the heavy sword technique, and although Sun Qianguang has a strong understanding, but after all, he is young, and Sun's heavy sword has not yet reached the point of lifting weights, so after a few days of communication between the two, Sun Qianguang has made a breakthrough, and the cultivation of the family heavy sword has stepped into another new level.

Compared with this young shaman, Sun Qianguang at this moment was sure to defeat him within ten moves.

As for Wang Rui, not to mention, if he exerts all his strength, he can solve the battle in minutes, but this place is the capital of the Jin Kingdom, and it is necessary to keep a low profile, so he still only took out part of his skills to "fight" against the other party for a dozen moves, and only then did he "slightly out" and beat the young shaman to staggered back and sat on the ground.

The young shaman was ashamed and angry, his eyes were red, he turned over, and he didn't care about dusting off the dirt and dust on his clothes, and while pursing his lips and whistling, he struck out with both fists in a row, and attacked Wang Rui again.

Although Wang Rui didn't pay attention to his heavy punch, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face. Because, with the clear whistle of the young man, two slender little snakes actually shot out of the divine clothes on his body, hidden in the fist wind and fist shadows of his fists, and shot towards Wang Rui. These two little snakes are only as thick and slender as chopsticks, but the scales on their bodies glow with colorful light in the setting sun, and it seems that they are the alien species of the two extremely venomous snakes.

Sun Qianguang on the side didn't realize until the two little snakes almost touched Wang Rui's clothes, and he was quite relaxed, and he couldn't help shouting in a lost voice: "Brother Wang, be careful!"

In addition to him, Gao Jie and the others were not nervous, firstly, they were full of confidence in Wang Rui's skills, and secondly, everyone knew that in terms of their understanding of the Baishan Sect, Wang Rui was only afraid that he was the deepest among them, and he must have been prepared for this trick of the young shaman.

Sure enough, Wang Rui first easily blocked the young man's double-fist attack, and then the strength in his body was released, his clothes floated up, and the soft fabric instantly became tough, and before the two little snakes had their fangs bitten out, the snake's head hit Wang Rui's placket and was dizzy, and he fell to the ground in an instant, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. These two small snakes are the young shaman three years ago in Changbai Mountain accidentally captured, and then with the unique domestication method of the mountain worship sect carefully **, it is really the weapon and trick he relies on to protect himself, at this moment suddenly saw that his baby has not hurt the opponent and fell to the ground, became two dead snakes, suddenly felt a great pain in his heart, out of control, regardless of the hands and feet danced, without any rules to fight with Wang Rui.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Rui's mouth, his patience had been lost, and he was about to knock down the flawed young shaman in one fell swoop, when he heard a deafening shout: "Stop!