Feng Chen and Min Tian are wearing Mongolian clothes, which is naturally much more deceptive than going to Mahamu before, but Min Tian's handsome and square appearance really arouses the love of Mongolian girls, walking on the street, many girls with dirty pigtails ran over to take a look at Min Tian and ran away, Mongolia is different from the Central Plains, there is also a market here. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info on the vast grassland, a long street, each family put things out, some things are not sold, they are all replaced, with what I have in exchange for what I need. Min Tian saw that the things here were strange and strange, but it was not the first time that Brother Gu Yuchu had walked here, so he was not so excited, the more crowded the place, the better it was to take care of the goods, and the road of a thousand miles could not be wasted between this step and a half. Suddenly, a fierce horse came running from behind him, and rushed towards these carriages containing Xinghua Village liquor.

Min Tian was still choosing the beast bone pendant, and at this time, he had already dropped the rare objects in his hands and stepped on the table, and the shoulders flew up, stretched out his hands and prepared to grab the reins of the fierce horse, sealed the dust in front of the carriage, and stretched out his arms to protect the carriage, those Gu Gongzi's subordinates saw this scene, and knew that it was not in their own territory, so they did not dare to be presumptuous. can only hide aside, only to promise not to move forward. Min Tian's first pounce was empty, only pulling off a few manes of the fierce horse, Feng Chen saw that Min Tian was so good and didn't subdue this guy, so he had to do it himself, and when the horse's head came at him, Feng Chen slapped the horse's head with all his strength, and the surrounding Mongolians all shouted, and the horse was stunned. Motionless, Feng Chen's palm actually dissolved the force of the horse's collision, and then he grabbed the horse's mane with his backhand and turned over on the horse, the horse saw that someone wanted to surrender himself, so he tossed up more and more, Feng Chen's legs clamped the horse's belly, and his waist was forced, and the horse's body turned half a circle and ran towards another place.

As soon as he ran out a few meters, he heard a girl shouting behind him: "Give me back my little red horse!" Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, thinking: This fierce horse still has a master, it seems that it is really not easy to provoke. Then he turned over and dismounted, stroked the horse's mane and praised on the side: "Good horse, good horse!" When the woman ran forward, Feng Chen saw that although the beauty in front of him was not as delicate and well-behaved as the woman in the Central Plains, she had a heroic temperament and a pair of bright eyes. The woman pouted: "Why did you surprise my horse!" Feng Chen hurriedly hugged his fists and apologized: "Below, it's not a horse that intentionally offends the girl, it's just that this horse is rushing towards our carriage full of wine." The girl's eyes lit up and asked, "Are you from Xinghua Village and turned into a wedding wine for Aunt Zhezhe?" Feng Chen's mind turned like this, this girl actually called Zhezhe aunt, that could it be that she was also a little Gege of the Horqin Grassland. In the middle of thinking about it, the horse started to start again, dragged this little Gege and galloped towards another road with many people, although it was good to seal the dust, but the girl had the intention of blaming, how could she be embarrassed to continue to entangle, so she had to lower her head and let this girl suffer a little. But I heard a long cry of the horse, the princess rose into the air, a middle-aged man hugged the princess in mid-air, and then landed firmly on the horse's back, and the princess's face suddenly turned crimson like a peach blossom that had just bloomed in March.

Many people in Mongolia applauded at this time. Seeing that the person was dressed and dressed, it was obvious that he was from the Central Plains, and the relationship between the two families was like a family at this time. Brother Gu in the front convoy shouted to Feng Chen: "Brother Feng Chen, hurry up and follow, let's go see the Khan first!" Feng Chen deliberately walked past the woman, and saw the man with the ancient jade hanging on his waist slowly put the girl down, and he also got off the horse, and thanked everyone with his fists. Following the convoy, Feng Chen asked Brother Gu, "Don't you think it's strange that Central Plains man just now?" Brother Gu couldn't take care of so many idle things, and continued to walk towards the front by himself. As he walked, he introduced: "You can see that these large and small yurts are actually different, and they don't look like anything from the outside, but the Khan's tent is the largest here." As he spoke, he saw the Mongolian soldiers leading the way, and Brother Gu handed over the handwritten documents of Horqin Khan to the Mongolian soldiers, and the soldiers checked the carriage, and the group walked towards the big tent of the King of Khan.

As soon as he entered the tent, he saw a short man in soft armor standing in the right position of the big tent, and Min Tian and Feng Chen also followed the example of Brother Gu and paid homage to the Khan King in the way of the Mongols. Min Tian thought of the little prince Horqin, who always bullied people on weekdays, and as soon as he didn't get angry at this time, he wanted to finish all of them in one breath, and Feng Chen firmly grabbed Min Tian's arm. At this time, another man in the prime of life walked in from outside the tent, and after the salute was finished, he asked, "Father Khan, all those fine wines have been counted, and four jars are missing." Manggus walked to the rack where his sword was placed, wiped it gently, and said as he wiped, "Zaisang, are you counting wrongly!" Zaisang bowed his head and replied in a deep voice: "Yes! Father Khan!" Brother Gu suddenly took a step forward, stopped Zai Sang and said, "Actually, I blame me for the poor escort on the road, which caused the bandits to break a few altars." Manggusi's expression suddenly changed: "There are still people on my grassland who dare to touch what I want from Manggus!" Brother Gu continued: "Qiyu Khan, this gangster encountered on the way to the customs, fortunately, these two sons helped out, otherwise it would not be a matter of losing a few jars of wine." Manggusi looked at Feng Chen and Min Tian and said: "Sure enough, the hero is a young man, but compared to our heroes in the immortal world, I don't know who is more powerful." Zaisan suddenly said: "Father Khan! Could it be the rebellious party of the Chahar tribe! These people have been keeping an eye on the dynamics of our Horqin, and when they saw that my sister was about to get married, they came to make trouble. Manggus smiled: "It may be that our heroes in the Horqin Grassland are more powerful. Zai Sang, you gave these wine money to Gu Gongzi, and the other two young heroes I want to invite him to have dinner with everyone. Zai Sang listened to the order and went out of the tent, the atmosphere inside the tent was very embarrassing, there were Mongolian soldiers carrying heavy boxes full of gold bars from outside the tent, Brother Gu carefully counted, nodded and thanked.

Suddenly, I heard the voices of people outside the tent, as if they were trying to wrestle. Mang Gusi pulled Brother Gu and patted Feng Chen's shoulder and motioned to go out to have a look, and a few people walked out of the tent, and saw that in the crowd, there was a Mongolian man and a Central Plains man who were holding each other's shoulders, and no one moved a bit. When he got closer, the horizontal flesh on the big man's face was piled up together, and he saw that the man from the Central Plains was also very strong, and a horse step was deeply rooted, and suddenly his right foot was raised and kicked at the Mongolian man, who leaned and almost fell. The beads of sweat on his face dripped down his cloth pants, and he was wet. The Central Plains man jumped up, grabbed the Mongolian man's shoulder, stepped on him, and then turned his feet hard, and the man was already kneeling on one knee due to his lack of strength. At this time, Manggus clapped his hands and inserted himself from the crowd and said, "Sure enough, Fourteen Baylor's kung fu is good!"