Yang Yi's archery comes from the soldier's killing technique, if you talk about the ten swings and ten decisive skills on the battlefield, there is no one in the world who is unsurpassed, even if it is not on the battlefield, fighting alone, it is also one of the best. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, he sensed that someone was unfavorable to him, and after shooting the arrow suddenly, the people who were watching him in the store behind him could not avoid his thunderous blow, no matter how fast they dodged.

Yang Yi didn't care to talk to Jing Kang on the other side, turned around and walked towards the small shop behind him.

Walking to the window lattice of the small shop that was pierced by the arrow, Yang Yi's halberd swung suddenly.

"Boom!"

The small shop was facing Yang Yi's wall, and the whole door was swept out by him with a halberd, and the strange thing was that on the wall that flew out, the bricks and stones were still glued together, and the whole wall was moved straight out, as if a door could be pushed open left and right, and the small shop with four walls was missing at this time, and the scene in the store appeared in Yang Yi's eyes.

An old Turkic man in a sheepskin jacket, a middle-aged man with a long knife in his hand, and several young people all stood in the store with shocked expressions, looking at Yang Yi blankly, and beside them, the body of a woman in black whose head had been shattered by a sharp arrow was lying on the ground, blood still spraying herself.

Yang Yi rode his horse and slowly walked to the side of the female corpse, the green halberd jumped slightly, and the headless female corpse had already been picked up by him.

After looking at the female corpse for a while, Yang Yi turned around without saying a word, and when he walked out, the halberd was pumped again, and the entire wall that had just flown out and was still standing next to it was pulled back by him, and the mortise and tenon were re-glued with the original three walls.

Everyone saw him pulling the wall as easily as pulling a drawer, and the originally shocked expression had tended to be demented.

"Jing Kang!"

Yang Yi looked at Jing Kang in front of him, and said softly: "The Northern Horse Gang and the Beiba Gang have all been wiped out, and you have the support of Gao Kaidao behind you, can you suppress this Shanhai County?"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

After Jing Kang came back to his senses, he sweated all over his body and said, "If you do your best, you will not be embarrassed by Mr. Yang!"

"Huh?"

Yang Yi's face sank, "Do your best, how do you do your best?"

Jing Kang was so frightened that his knees weakened when he looked at him, and he stammered, "No...... It's not about doing your best, it's definitely okay, it's guaranteed to hold it down!"

Yang Yi nodded, "You should remember what you just said!"

Jing couldn't resist wiping his sweat, "Yes, yes, the villain must remember it!"

Yang Yi stopped talking, put away the halberd in his hand, and urged the horse to slowly move away, but a low voice slowly came into Jing Kang's ears, "Jing Kang, what is there to sell the stolen goods in this grassland land?"

Jing Kang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and after a while, he replied loudly: "On the fishing seaside, there is a place called Yanji, where all ethnic groups trade, and there is a person called 'Dirty Hands' Ma Ji, who is the most famous person in the entire grassland who sells stolen goods, and all the tribes of the grassland have his friends. ”

He hesitated: "Mr. Yang had better not use violent means against Ma Ji, this will easily cause public anger, and Mr. will not be able to move an inch in the grassland at that time!"

When his words fell, Yang Yi had disappeared alone, and I don't know if he heard it.

The endless greenery stretches to the end of the earth, giving people the feeling that they will never reach the end.

Fertile fields for thousands of miles, large and small lakes are like pearls dotted on them, rivers are intertwined among them, white clouds are long under the herds of cattle and sheep, wandering in the natural pastures covered with grass waves, wild flowers bloom, colorful.

Except for one man and one horse, there is no trace of people in the vast grassland, and the occasional wolf howl comes from the undulating hills in the distance, which makes people feel that this beautiful world has another dangerous side.

Yang Yi lay down next to a small lake to rest, the long wind blows, the lake water swings sparkling blue waves, fish swim among them, ducks, swans, geese roost and feed around the lakeshore, full of life.

He remembered what Ren Jun told him about the taboos on the grassland, because the people on the prairie were fierce, and the grassland people had a kind of contempt for the Central Plains people from the bones, and the Han people were far more difficult than other ethnic groups outside the country when they walked on the grassland.

In this vast grassland, sometimes a look or a movement can lead to a bloody battle.

In this enchanting grassland, there is bloodshed every day, people die every day, and compared to the war in the Central Plains, it is not peaceful here.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

Yang Yi's body lying on the grass floated gently like a balloon, and when it fell, he had already straddled the back of the yellow horse.

More than 100 horsemen galloped at full speed, the knights all tied their hair into a strand, tied tightly with a green scarf, wearing a samurai uniform with an oblique collar on the left side, rolled sleeves and exposed arms, waist ring armor belt, wearing knives, swords and other things, a style of jujube red palladium deer leather boots, obliquely inserted dagger, draped in a wide robe, when the horse galloped, the wide robe flew backwards like a cloud, chic and fierce, and the Central Plains cavalry was very different.

The big man who took the lead wore a silver crown on his head, resembling a lotus flower, wearing a vest decorated with iron armor instead of a wide robe, he was in his thirties, his body was fierce, his eyes were shining, and his expression was not angry but mighty.

He crossed his hands at Yang Yi and leaned over slightly, and more than a hundred war horses behind him neighed in unison, the momentum was huge, although there were only about a hundred people, it gave people an amazing feeling of thousands of troops.

Yang Yi knew that the other party was saluting and asking him, but he didn't know what this etiquette meant, so he was learning from the other party at the moment, crossing his hands and leaning over slightly.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and shouted at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi saw that his voice was normal at the beginning, but he gradually became fierce, and his face showed anger.

Yang Yi listened for a long time, and immediately asked in Turkic dialect: "Which tribe are you from, and what do you want to say?"

The big man on the opposite side froze slightly, and then shouted: "Look at your outfit, you must be a barbarian from the Central Plains, what are you doing in our grassland?"

Yang Yi said lightly: "The two words barbarian are also what you can say, who are you?"

The big man on the opposite side looked at Yang Yi for a long time, and when he was about to speak, an old man behind him hit a horse and came to his side, pointing at the yellow horse under Yang Yi's crotch and shouting loudly.

The leader of the big man was taken aback, and shouted to Yang Yi: "You are a yellow dragon?"

Yang Yi laughed and patted Huang Ma's head twice, "Huang Long, your current fame is very loud, even the people outside the country already know your name!"

The yellow dragon horse looked up to the sky and neighed, the sound shook the four fields, and the horses on the opposite side were in a commotion, and the four hooves were soft and swaying.

Some of the horses were so frightened that they fell to the ground and couldn't stop straining.

The face of the leader changed wildly, "You are Yang Yi!"

He shouted loudly: "I am the right forward of the Khitan clan Abaojia under the general Huang Zhikun, Mr. Yang's killing of the Northern Ma Gang and the Beiba Gang has been known to my patriarch, my family patriarch respects Mr. Yang, he is free in the future, and I hope that Mr. Yang will come to my Khitan Department as a guest!"

He suddenly reined in his horse and turned around, "Mr. Yang, there will be a period later!"

Yang Yi saw them running wildly, and laughed: "In less than ten years, I will definitely go to the Khitan tribe!" (To be continued.) )