One month in Kangbazuo Banner was the month when Hou Zi paid the most interest in his life, and he felt that all his capital was almost paid off.
This witch doesn't even have to take a break during a woman's special monthly period, because she always has an alternative way to make him have to admit what professional skills and professional attitude are.
He actually began to hope that those prairie swordsmen would arrive soon and give him a rest. None of the donkeys in the village were of such use.
Fortunately, this time God heard his voice...
There were three people in total. Since they did not have Taoist skills to protect their appearance, their approximate ages could be seen at a glance. Two of them were slightly younger and one was slightly older, but they were probably not over a hundred years old.
Although the tribesmen of the golden bloodline do not practice Taoism, they do practice swordsmanship and physical arts, so their life span is similar to that of human monks, far beyond comparison with ordinary people.
The two elders looked at the two of them and frowned. This woman from the Central Plains had been here to teach for decades. She had always been alone without a companion, so they treated each other with courtesy because they admired the woman.
Brave and unwilling to use force.
I saw two of them when I arrived this time. What does this mean? Is this woman already calling for help?
"Shibu, I wonder how to call this person?"
Hou Ting knew what he was thinking. There was a tacit understanding among monks about some things, so there were very few fights caused by misunderstandings. Fighting to death or survival because of some trivial unclear communication was too underestimated.
The wisdom of cultivators is the best of them all. Unless they deliberately pretend to be stupid and stir up trouble, there is nothing that cannot be understood.
"Hou Zi, I came to Kangbazuo Banner by chance, and I was not invited to help. But since we have met, I can't help but watch and see if I can give me some face. Everyone, please take a step back?"
Shi Bu's face was cold and hard, "I, the prairie people, don't know how to be accommodating. Rules are rules. If I give in to you once, there will be a second time. There will never be peace."
Hou Zi knew that this was the case, so he was very straightforward, "So, what are the rules of the grassland?"
Shibu's eyes turned cold, "Friend!"
Hou Zixiao asked, "How can we be friends?"
Shi Bu did not hesitate, "Beat me on the sword!"
Hou Zi drew his sword and said, "If that's the case, let's do it."
Fairy Dong stood aside silently, not surprised at all; although she was a woman, she knew men very well and knew that this was the way of swordsmen; it was useless to say anything, only by defeating their opponents where they were best at getting the most out of them.
respect.
Especially for the straight-tempered prairie people, fighting is the best way. Of course, with their method, if you use the Taoist method, if you beat him to death, he will not admit you, let alone any conspiracy.
.
This is why she must find a sword cultivator to help her. No one else can, and among the sword cultivators she knows, who can compare to this guy?
Shibu did not take action, but instead took a step back. One of the two younger swordsmen who were behind him came out. This was a tall and powerful swordsman with a very oppressive figure and long hands.
It has long legs and a formidable broad sword, which is similar to the door panel.
These three people are all at the level of the Three Realms of Tongtian, but the pure physical cultivation is different from the Taoist method in distinguishing the realms, but it is definitely not as good as the golden elixir.
Hou Zi did not emphasize his cultivation in the natural realm. For these grassland tribesmen, there is no need to be so detailed, and they don't care.
"Ishino, please enlighten me."
Hou Tzu carries a sword with one hand and extends the other hand forward. This is an invitation for the other party to make the first move. In the Central Plains, it is originally a gesture from the elders to the younger ones. If there is no distinction between seniority, it is an invitation from the host to the guests. Putting it now, it is a bit transgressive.
He is not a master here. The master is a prairie man.
But there was no way. If he struck first, the opponent wouldn't even have a chance to draw his sword.
Prairie people don't have so many polite words, let alone verbal arguments. If you see him pretending to be big, the most direct way is to knock him down, which is worth a thousand words.
Raising the broad sword, he held his breath while concentrating, and a powerful aura emitted;
This is a very experienced swordsman. He does not take care of himself before the battle. This is also the basic quality of a swordsman. He tries his best with every sword and does not care about life or death.
In just a short moment, the momentum was gathered, and with a loud shout, the body stepped forward flatly, with strong feet, and the momentum was breathtaking. He swung the broad sword and made a simple mid-level chop, but it also revealed the true meaning of the sword.
Originally, the use of swords should not have so many bells and whistles.
He will not consider what Taoist method his opponent uses. His whole body is wrapped in the sword's aura, and he is not afraid of spells.
As he rushed forward, Hou Ting also took a step forward. The two swords were brought together without any tricks, and they passed each other with a tooth-gripping sound. During this period, the swords of each sword changed.
, such a close encounter is thrilling to watch. Even though Fairy Dong knew exactly what the outcome would be, she was still a little frightened in her heart.
Waiting for Tsuta to cross the sword, the long sword oscillated sharply in a small area, sealing the opponent's pure power in the outer circle. The sword edge straightened, the sword hilt knocked backwards, and Ishino's Tanzhong point on his chest was lightly struck by him.
He suddenly fell to the ground exhausted and couldn't stand up.
For real swordsmanship, the hilt of the sword can also be used to attack, and the use is purely one-minded, how can there be any regularity?
The victory was decided, and his strength was just right. After he jumped away, Ishino's luck changed, and he had already stood up. He was still a little confused about his failure, it was too fast.
Another young swordsman stood up with his sword drawn and was about to pounce, but was stopped by Shibu sternly, "Back off!"
He could clearly see from the side that this man had extremely pure sword skills, and he had won the battle justly, and he had nothing to say.
Watching the battle from the sidelines, he is not a reckless person. Every move of this stranger is in the standard swordsman style. He does not rise into the air, does not act recklessly, does not speculate, and does not take tricks...
He stepped out and slowly drew out his long sword, "May I ask, where did your sword come from?"
"The sword comes out completely!"
Shibu's heart tightened, as he expected, in the Splendid Continent, if anyone could defeat their golden bloodline on the sword, it would probably be Quanzhen.
"Do you have any intention of coming?"
"I said before, passing by by chance, with no purpose."
"In this way, if you defeat me, you have the final say in Khampa Zuo Banner!"
Hou Zi was speechless, "What do I want this place to do? Keep it for milking goats? I just think that since my friend only teaches picture literacy and has no contact with the concept of cultivation, it has nothing to do with the inheritance of golden blood swordsmanship.
, then there is no need to mobilize troops and mobilize people. Just like she is spreading evil here, when did we become so unconfident in using swords? Do we have to make our people illiterate? Don’t dare to let them contact the outside world? Lock them up.
Are you arrogant?
Let me tell you, the true meaning of sword lies in not being afraid of challenges!"
