More than a dozen tall horses were galloping on the Suzaku Street paved with bluestone.

When the horseshoe collides with the stone slab, it makes a "dak" sound, and occasionally Mars will splash.

The pedestrians on the street saw this situation from afar and avoided it early.

Looking at the young men riding on the horse with their stunning and beautiful clothes, the eyes of people on both sides of the street couldn't help but look envious.

Some people regret why their ancestors were greedy for life and fear of death. If they had worked hard without hesitation, maybe they were among the nobles in this industry today...

Some people were secretly cursing, calling these wealthy families domineering and domineering, and dared to rush on the streets of the Wucheng Military Office. They didn't even dare to stop them, and even helped them drive away the passers-by for the tiger...

Some people are working hard secretly. The old Qin people in Guanzhong have always been proud of military merits. These people may not be able to do what their ancestors can do.

Now there are constant wars in the nine borders of the Qin Dynasty, and the war in the northwest has come to an end, but there are rumors that Eros is coming to the territory again.

This is not the time when those who have ambition make achievements?

A hundred rice breeds a hundred people, and a hundred people have a hundred thoughts, so there will naturally be a hundred futures.

But these have nothing to do with Jia Huan and others.

Prince Zasaktu's mansion and many inner and outer Mongolian mansions are arranged in Qinrenfang, Dongcheng, not far or near to the imperial city Zhuque Gate.

Half an hour later, Niu Ben, Wen Bo was on the head, Zhuge Dao, Tu Cheng, the six-man palace queen, Han brothers, Qin Feng and Wuyuan protected Jia Huan in the middle and rushed to Prince Zasaktu's mansion.

There were several Mongolian Tartar gatekeepers standing at the gate of the prince's mansion, looking at the ranks of people riding tall horses for no reason.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a good person.

"Brother Feng..."

Jia Huan, who was in the center, called softly.

Qin Feng heard this and a cold grin flashed across his face. Then he took out the bow and arrow from behind the horse, posed a bow and arrow, aimed at the plaque of Prince Zasaktu's mansion on the gatehouse, and shot it with an arrow!

"Wow!"

The face of the gatekeeper of the royal mansion changed. He was smarter and ran backwards to inform him.

Lu was a little straighter, and actually pulled out the scimitar from his waist and rushed up.

Yes, if they could endure such a slap in the face, their master would probably have to kill them all.

When dealing with these people, Niu Ben sneered, without using weapons, raised the cowhide whip in his hand and tugged it down.

With his fifth-grade martial arts cultivation, his strength is so great.

One whip, the people were whipped and they were so whipped that they fell to the ground and couldn't wail.

The remaining few people waved their scimitars, neither going up nor retreating.

Fortunately, at this time, the door suddenly opened and Alslen led his people to strode out.

When he saw the doorman lying all over the ground, his face changed drastically.

When I saw the arrow on the plaque of the palace again, my face turned pale.

At this time, Jia Huan, who was in the middle, stepped forward with Qin Feng's company.

After seeing Jia Huan appear, Alslen's face became more and more ugly. His eyes flashed in his thin eyes and said in a cold voice: "Jia Huan, what do you mean?"

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Don't panic, prince... nothing.

I heard before that the prince was the bravest Bater on the grassland, so I kindly promoted the reputation for the prince.

However, I didn't expect that my brothers were not convinced.

There is a saying in the Qin Dynasty, saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Everyone carries two arms and one head, who is afraid of whom?

Now, a few brothers wanted to see your Mongolian scimitar.

How do we make friends with martial arts today?

Prince, this marquis has already released his words, but I don’t know if you dare to respond.

If you don't dare, then Benhou's face will be greatly lost.

In this way, there is no need to take down the arrow on the plaque.

Prince, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Arslen looked at Jia Huan with fierce eyes and said, "Jia Huan, you'd better know what you're doing."

Jia Huan smiled.

If Kreshev had not appeared, and if you didn't know the reason why Eros stationed troops on the border, Jia Huan would naturally not have been like this.

He still understands which country and family affairs are the biggest.

But now, hehe...

Qin Feng turned around and asked Niu Ben to come forward to help him watch Jia Huan's horse.

Then he rode his horse forward until he was about to approach Alslen.

Alslen stared at Qin Feng without fear, wanting to see what this person who was not kind to do.

Suddenly, Qin Feng threw the horse whip in his hand out and threw it at Arslen's feet. Then he looked at him with contempt and provocative eyes.

Alslen's eyes were instantly congested and blood red.

On the grassland, this practice is an insult that is absolutely intolerable to the hatred of killing the father.

Arslen was made the crown prince since childhood and was favored by Prince Zasaktu Mugut.

In that world, it can be said that it is the most noble.

Have you ever suffered such a great humiliation?

Alslen stared at Qin Feng with blood-red eyes, then screamed with a "scream", stomped his feet and rushed towards Qin Feng on the horse.

Jia Huan from behind listened with a close look, and he frowned slightly, because judging from his momentum, Alslen was not a weak hand.

He should have fifth-grade martial arts cultivation.

Just think about it, although the grassland is deserted, there are countless precious medicinal materials. The entire grassland is a natural treasure house.

Arslen is also of noble status and was fortunate to receive guidance from the Great Living Buddha of Outer Mongolia, and there are many famous teachers.

Adding up several conditions has created his good skills.

However, he is stronger, Qin Feng is even stronger!

After Qin and Liang broke through Wuzong, they had a new understanding of the unique Qin family's "Huangsha Jin".

Although Qin Liang had not been in the capital for a long time, it was enough to enlighten Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was originally outstanding in martial arts training. Later, after getting to know Jia Huan and others, he fought every three days and every five days.

Exercise continuously, practice diligently without falling.

After the war in the northwest, his martial arts practice and his mentality practice have made great progress.

At this moment, his martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of the fifth grade, and he is only one line away from breaking through the sixth grade martial arts.

The younger generation, except for Jia Huan who made progress inexplicably and Fang Jing, who was born to cheat, were almost invincible.

In comparison, Alslen is a little worse.

Qin Feng did not bully Alslen by the horse. He turned over and jumped down before Alslen rushed over, then lit his toes and went up to Alslen.

After the continuous "Yellow Sand Spirit" was unfolded, both offense and defense were achieved.

If Jia Huan could see it at this moment, he could even find some shadows of Tai Chi in it...

Alslen's attack was also good, like a fierce tiger and a mad lion. His big hands sometimes clenched their fists, sometimes claws, and sometimes turned into palm swords.

He attacked Qin Feng without fear of death.

However, in the endless yellow sand, he felt the powerlessness of a tiger killing mosquitoes...

A quarter of an hour later, Alslen's face looked a little flushed and he was breathing heavily.

That's what it means to be tough but not long.

People with heavy punches usually cannot wave a few punches.

Not everyone has the terrifying qualifications as good as Fang Jing.

However, Qin Feng became more and more comfortable in the fight. Many things his father taught him before that he had not yet understood were gradually integrated in the battle.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and even though Arslen roared and roared for himself, his face gradually paled.

But Qin Feng was even more stressful.

A few smiles appeared on his face and broke through.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang..."
To be continued...