The blood-colored knife light approached, and Zhou Qingfeng did not want to raise his hand to let go of a "stunning" past.The thick blue current of the arm is extremely fast, and the sound of the knife is broken, and the waist knife is cut on the bald barbarian waist knife.

The bald man also did not expect himself in a dirty and stinky horse city in front of the house to meet an eight-year-old demon, see the electric light when he has been unable to change, can only burst his own breath again to protect his arm, live with the strong current from the handle.

The current of the crackling in the crackling of the bald man cried out, and he was half-scented with smoke, and the image changed greatly.The rotten skin robe was electric into flying ash, the skin was red like cooked live shrimp, and even the waist knife in the hand was carried with high-temperature light, as if it was going to melt.

Both sides were startled by the toughness of their opponents.

Zhou Qingfeng was afraid after he had done it, he had seen the immortal Yuan surnamed woman killed, the sword light was drawn like a moon arc, cold and deadly, without warning.In front of this barbaric knife light can not get out of the tip of the knife, the strength is much worse, but that is the same as the fierce.What surprised him was that the other party actually resisted his own "stunning" and did not die, and was even more manic after being irritated.

The surprise of the bald man was even greater than that of Zhou Qingfeng, who was rare opponents on weekdays, and the slaves he saw in the morning were honest and weak and deceived.This time with the master to caress, see the Ming Dynasty merchants can only say cunning and cunning, to say that martial arts can not make him convinced.Especially the close of the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers, even the general's family in his eyes are weak chicken, not worth mentioning.

Who would have thought that in order to set up a tent for the master, he could also encounter a hard stubble, and that this hard stubble was still a little ass?The bald man would not give up on this, he only staggered for a few seconds and viciously shouted, swinging his knife again.

Next week, the Lord can only admit it.His spiritual strength is replenished quickly, and he can fill the extreme east bead with 2.5 grids of spiritual power in half a day.But he can only release two complete spells, not even three axes can not do.In front of him, the bald maniac was mad to continue to fight, and he naturally shouted... "Brother, someone bullied me!"

When Zhou Qingfeng and the bald man shut, Yang Jane in the house was already aware.Hearing the bald man to drive himself away, this is naturally not possible.Thinking about his brother's skill level, Yang Jane came out early to take this beam.Who knows that Master Zhou himself carried the first time, and the huge lightning shock shocked Yang Jane - when was this boy so rebellious?

But after the first wave of carrying, the bald man did not show weakness, and raised the knife to fight again.The twilight immediately screamed for help.Yang Jane at the back of the head pulled out the peach wood sword through a stack of characters to burn out of thin air, and several golden swords flew out of the fire, stabbed the two ribs of the bald man from the left and right.The bald man has long dared not be big, and when he sees that he has changed his opponent, he has played a hundred times the spirit.

Zhou Qingfeng hid behind Yang Jane's head, and it can be seen that this bald man crawled was a "sbandit" class practice route, and all his strength was on his tendon meat.The land lacks cultural heritage, and the people who live here fight in the world, fiercely, and those who can practice rely on talent.Therefore, the number of practitioners here is small, and none of them may survive the weak.

Although the horse city fights every day, the death and injury of the dead are not new at all.But there is not much to see between the two monks.Even if the scene of the sword shadow, the spirit across, a careless even life on, but there are still a lot of people around.The crowd either climbed up to the roof, or stepped on the frame, or stood on the back of the horse, across a dozen or twenty meters away to see the lively.

A few rounds were fought again, and both sides were secretly shocked that the other was not good.Yang Jane judged that the other party should practice the three layers of "skeleton", with considerable strength and superior endurance.He himself is only "blood" four layers, close to the fight is not his long, now play very reluctant.In particular, Master fainted in the room behind him and was left unattended, making him regret causing trouble.

And in the crowd around, dozens of energetic samurai are riding cold and looking at the scene.Most of these people are also wearing tattered clothes like skinheads, but their bones are strong.There are also a few neatly dressed elites who surround a man and a woman in the middle.

The man in the middle was in his forties, wearing a Mongolian robe, and his pride should be the head of the people.He smiled at the woman around him in Mongolian, “Within ten breaths, Batu will surely win.”This does not seem to be the case with the monks of the Ming Kingdom.”

The woman is 30 years old, with a haircut, a simple dress, at first glance, the skin is not very white, the face is also with the color of the wind and frost, but the eyebrows and nose are neat and symmetrical, very beautiful and durable.

Although she is a woman, she is not delicate, her stylistic is quite high, and she rides on the horse and the man is not bad.In addition, her shoulders are large, her arms are strong, and her lints are strong, and she also has a waist knife and bow and arrow, staring at the front with a bright eye, looking at the front, and it looks beautiful.

"I urge you to pay attention to that little boy."The woman is also concerned about the fight in the field, but she looks more at Zhou Qingfeng, who hides behind Yang Jane."Your Batu is afraid of losing."

“Impossible.”The Mongolian man categorically denied, “Batu is the strongest warrior I have recruited in these two years, and he will be stronger in a few years.”

“It’s going to be stronger for a few years, and now Batu is in trouble.The light wind was bringing the child's words to my ears, and he was instructing the older boys how to fight their enemies."The woman suddenly smiled, "Don't forget, my ears are always very strong."

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng has opened his eyes.He can only release the magic twice at a time, and when he is finished, he can only play soy sauce.Originally, he could have attacked the bald man to help Yang Jane, but he also saw the group of Mongols watching the battle in the distance.Before the bald man said to drive for his master, now it seems that the enemy is not a few.

"Brother, we've got to take this skinhead."He said behind Yang Jane.

Yang Jian fought on weekdays, he was hiding behind the valley, today is his first hard resistance, a moment of kung fu and the sweat of the bald man killed.Although he cultivates higher than this bald man, fighting hard is not the strength of "blood" practice.Hearing Zhou Qingfeng also said that he was going to be captured, he shouted anxiously under his breath: "My spiritual strength is also running out, and I am still catching my ass."

"Brother, the golden sword struck him on his left leg."Zhou Qingfeng did not explain, directly commanded.After opening his eyes, the world in his eyes has changed greatly, and the air flow of bald man is exposed.This allows Zhou Qingfeng to guess the next move of the other party.

But Yang Jane did not listen to Zhou Qingfeng, but let his golden sword stab the back of the bald man.As a result, the bald man attacked his left leg, the golden sword fell short, and the waist knife that viciously danced also forced Yang Jane to step back.

"This guy is going to zoom in, this time attacking his back, his back is empty."Zhou Qingfeng said again.

But Yang Jane still did not listen to Zhou Qingfeng, he commanded a gold shield to protect the body, and ordered his golden sword to attack the enemy's left leg, probably afraid of the other side of the attack, trying to force the opponent, open the distance.But this bald man stood up and down, the waist knife in his hand was flying fast, a flame burned on the blade, and the flame gas flew out continuously, all hitting Yang Jian's golden shield.

The golden shield roared, and the earthquake Yang Jane retreated and vomited blood.The golden sword that he tried to attack the other thighs was all split off in the flames, and none of them came close.

This time, Yang Jane has reached the point where the donkey skills are poor, and the spiritual power that can be used at hand is about to be exhausted.He could only ask Zhou Qingfeng as if he had been a life-saving straw, “Okay, what are you going to do now?”

“The shield.”

“What?”

"Strike him with a gold shield."

Yang Jian's golden shield has been precarious, according to his idea is to resist again.But Zhou Qingfeng said twice right, he also too late to think why this is, now can only be gambling to the gold shield of their own sacrifice to inject all the spiritual force, fighting ahead of the collision.

After half a day, the bald man has seen that the 17-year-old Ming Guo friar lacks fighting experience and will only passively defend, which is really a rookie.The other party can carry it now entirely because the character at hand is strong enough.But if he kills each other with only an ordinary waist knife, he will surely be able to shake the mighty earthquake and get the praise and reward of the master.

Seeing that the other party was already at the end of the strong, the bald man decided to come to a beautiful attack.He wanted to chop the other side's protective gold shield and cut it in two and a half, thinking about the scene after the attack made him excited and shouted.The other side will surely die bloody enough, and he will win full of plaudits.

And when the bald man raised his waist knife to do the last shot, the gold shield that had been defending suddenly became larger.Manzi was surprised to turn back, but in an instant he wanted to understand that it was not the gold shield that became larger, but the gold shield rushed to his eyes - Duang's, the nose and face of the bald man are closely attached to the gold shield, and then quickly separated.

The bald man was hit and flew up, the nose was half empty, the back of the head rolled several times, and the onion fell on a pool of mud.Falling brute, splattered with a lot of mud, it is extremely ugly.

But the bald man still did not die, although he was hit hard enough, and even climbed a few times did not stand up on his own.Several of his companions had dismounted and hurried to lift him up.But when he got up, he suddenly pushed his companions away, asking him to find a waist knife and then work hard with Zhou Qingfeng and Yang Jane.

Looking at the still beating, Yang Jane suddenly had a white face and hurriedly asked Zhou Qingfeng, “Sister, what now?”My brother, I didn’t miss it either.Brother, brother, what are you doing?”

Yang Jian could not hear the letter for half a day, and thought Zhou Qingfeng had run away.You can turn your head and look, Zhou Qingfeng ran to a vendor who bought wine and grabbed two bags of horse milk wine, and then ran quickly in the direction of bald barbarian.

The bald man on the other side was not lightly hit, the nose was full of blood, and it was a time of shame and anger to be desperate.He forced a waist knife from his companion to rush forward again, and the mouth must be determined to divide life and death again.But his waist knife has just been stabilized, and he saw that the little ass child who had first given him an electric light was actually happy to run over with two bags of horse milk wine.

People don’t come, first.

"Heroes . . . . heroes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It's too strong!"

Look at Zhou Qingfeng shouting exaggeration, the bald man on the side are cold and cold watching.But Zhou Qingfeng put a bag of horse milk wine into the hands of the bald man, he also grabbed the horse milk wine and shouted: "Come, the wolf on the grassland, the eagle in the sky, I have the most respect for brave and fearless heroes in my life."

My name is Cindy and I like to make friends.Take it, take it, take it.I'll ask you to drink, and you'll certainly not drink me."

The fire was stinking, and the bald man was in a stinking mud, and he was anxious to find his face.When he heard Zhou Qingfeng shouting “hero” in his voice, he froze.

Then Zhou Qingfeng changed the pattern of boasting head brute.Those words are so good, the metaphor is so apt, the expression is so warm, which makes no culture, even scold people are poor words, he can not help but open his mouth, laugh.Then he unconsciously took the bag of horse milk wine, which represents "friendship first, race second".

“No, I’m not a wolf, or an eagle.My son, Ying Gurdian, is.”After the bald man fights, he is full of heat, dry mouth, at this time, he grunted and drank two sips of horse milk wine is really refreshing and comfortable, and the little ass in front of him has become eye-catching, and the just fighting is not worth mentioning.However, he still has a little soberness and modesty to show that his master is greater.

Zhou Qingfeng immediately dropped his bald man and squeezed it in front of the middle-aged Mongolian who was surrounded.He once again loudly praised: "To be such a brave man to follow, your excellency is a great hero on the grassland."Please tell me your name, I am sure you have a great name.”

Mr. Zhou patted his ass to scratch the place of others itching, and he did not boast elsewhere, specifically asking the Mongolian middle-aged surname.The middle-aged Mongolian, who had been calm, immediately felt that Zhou Qingfeng was very good-looking, and he smiled and said, "I am Yangurdai, the son of the Mongolian Kalka tribe Bel Baghdadir Khan."

"Ah, such a mighty and majestic name, you must have the blood of the golden family."No matter what, Zhou Qingfeng put a high hat on the other party.The hat was too high, so correct or not, anyway, the opposite of the surrogate are laughing.

As long as it is a Mongolian, as long as he is praised for his relationship with Genghis Khan's golden family, it is absolutely good.Who has been so hard on this for thousands of years?I can’t praise anything else.

He looked at the woman next to the hustle.Just far away from this woman felt that the woman was quite tall, and when she was close, she found that she was not young but unexpectedly beautiful.Not cold, not delicate, not affinity, but with a foreign style of beauty, able and handsome - this is hungry everywhere, everywhere is too difficult to crack the end of the pear.

“Ah, this beautiful man must be the pearl on the grassland, the most beautiful flower I have ever seen.Your appearance is hard to praise with words, but I am sure that the geese in the sky will sing for you, the fish in the river will turn over the waves for you, and the white deer in the forest will sing for you.All the people who saw you would ask like me—who is she?”

Haha, the woman did not speak, but she was made by Zhou Qingfeng to laugh, "She is my new husband, Fu Jin, and she is indeed the most beautiful woman among us."

"Ah, I knew I was not mistaken."Zhou Qingfeng patted his thighs, exaggerating, "It is really a beautiful woman with a hero, big brother Xuan Gult, see your wife is so beautiful, I am more convinced that you are a great person, you friend I made up."

The scene to see the lively people are confused by this 180 degrees of the big turn, these two groups of people a moment ago still hit the hot sky, a blink of an eye is actually good to get a base.But even the former saying that "Batu" will definitely win no longer care - in front of the child is very good speech, very face, it seems not very angry.

In Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, the group of Mongolians who had just taken a hostile black turn.Especially the most serious black, the head has been transformed into a close green, like wearing a green hat.

And in a laugh, only the strong-suited woman stared at Zhou Qingfeng coldly and whispered: "The fox is as cunning as a little slippery head."