Volume 3 [A Tiger's Roar Shocks the Heroes] NO.10 Pale face
In the northern part of the Ulanqab grassland, men on horseback were chasing their prey with whips raised. A light snowfall had passed, and a herd of two hundred sheep came from the southwest.
"Bruzgede! Have you seen the wild sheep over there?"
A strong man wearing a felt hat and speaking with white air coming out raised the whip in his hand.
"I've seen it a long time ago!"
In the distance, there are scattered animals that look like wild dogs. These are prairie wolves.
Burgede was dressed in leather goods, with a large Mongolian knife hanging on his waist and a long-barreled shotgun strapped to his back.
"Brother, just open the eyes of us Mongolian guys! How about it! They can't wait any longer. They don't believe me when I keep telling them how powerful you are!"
Brügede tore off the chin strap of a military cotton hat. The skin on his face was red and black, and his eyes were a little small, but he was very energetic. He was short and thick, and he was a strong Mongolian man.
A group of young men riding horses and wearing blue Mongolian clothes gathered over there. They all watched with laughter and no fear at all.
The strong man pulled off his felt hat and revealed his true face. He turned out to be Zhang Yaozu. Unexpectedly, he actually escaped to Inner Mongolia.
"Okay! Then I'll show you my hand!"
Zhang Yaozu pulled the reins and pulled out a shuttle about 1.5 meters long from his back. This was a fish shuttle from the south of the Yangtze River. It was very sharp. Generally, a stainless steel single-eye shuttle would only be used when catching Chinese sturgeons. Normally,
To catch big fish, you only need an iron-clad wooden single-headed shuttle.
It is made of fine mulberry wood and is relatively complex.
spur the horses.
With a haha, Zhang Yaozu pressed his whole body on the horse's back, his eyes locked on a gray wolf in the distance. This wolf was small, like a domestic dog. It was separated from people at a distance and followed silently.
flock.
There was a formation of horseshoes, and some Mongolian rabbits that had built their nests ran out. The little guys picked up their bows and arrows and started shooting.
At this time, Zhang Yaozu had already fled out, and the distance between him and the gray wolf was only forty meters at most.
At this time, Brzyged shouted loudly: "Young men! Watch out!"
The little guys' eyes widened as they watched Zhang Yaozu suddenly straighten up. The shuttle in his hand straightened and passed parallel to the gray wolf. The distance was about five or six meters. With a whoosh, the shuttle flew away.
go out.
The reason why we talk about throwing instead of throwing is because it uses the inertia of the horse's sprint. Just adjust the angle a little and add a little force, and it will be a mess!
"Ouch——"
With a puff, the shuttle flashed with cold light, piercing the entire gray wolf and nailing it to the ground. It was bleeding profusely. After struggling for a while, it finally stopped moving.
This scene really stunned the boys. They didn't expect that this humble gadget could have such power!
Zhang Yaozu dismounted, strode over, pulled out a dagger, slashed twice at the wound of the wolf corpse, pulled out the shuttle, patted the wolf corpse, and grinned: "Brugede, you are Ulan
Eagle from Chabu, you are the best at skinning wolves! Skin them off while they are hot!"
"Okay, okay! Oh, oh, oh..."
The young men screamed loudly and rushed over to have a look. The shuttle was grabbed by several guys to see what was going on.
"Brother, your skills have not diminished. I thought that when you became a big boss, you would have a beer belly and be out of breath when you walk!"
"Just joking!"
Zhang Yaozu patted Brrigede's arm, and the two set up a bonfire on the spot, unloaded a wild sheep from the horse and prepared to eat the meat.
"Okay! Have fun!"
In the Three Kingdoms City, a group of men roared, pulled on their ties, unbuttoned two buttons of their inner shirts, put their hands on their waists, and yelled and cursed.
Several wealthy middle-aged men were betting against each other with their checkbooks on the spot. When the big shopkeepers saw it, they didn't say much. This was a private matter and had nothing to do with fighting for the top spot.
Already the sixth person!
So far, no one has been able to crack Zhang Bi's three-way whip.
The upper whip kick kicks your head, the middle whip kick sweeps your waist, and the lower whip kick breaks your legs!
Dodge and block are all useless!
The young man in charge of the Tao family who was setting up the village turned pale, and everyone around him was staring at him to see when he would send out Tao's people.
But young people dare not. If they fail even if they go up, they will definitely lose money.
He is not a fool, he has to endure it until Zhang Bi loses his strength after dozens of games, and then sends his own masters to win without losing!
But the current situation is really not good. The kid on the general stage is too cruel.
Six people in a row couldn't survive two moves or ten seconds!
Six people, that's not six wooden stakes, let alone six dogs, but six masters, masters of the same level as Ma Minggao!
A quick victory?
Some people thought secretly in their hearts.
Some people couldn't control their thoughts and lowered their heads to ask the martial arts masters beside them. Some people naturally kept their expressions as if they had nothing to do with the death or injury of the six people. However, some people's expressions changed drastically, and they were obviously extremely horrified.
Pick No. 7!
when--
The martial artist who came on stage turned pale, and Zhang Ben looked at him with cold eyes. The two of them had a high level of energy and determination!
"I surrender!"
The martial artist cupped his hands and fists and said in shame.
This is a very helpless thing. Those who do not believe in evil have already died on it. This is a very cruel reality. Only two of the first six people survived, but they were also judged to be seriously injured. Whether they can survive depends on whether they can survive it.
tonight.
The boy brought by the eldest lady of the Xia family is too ruthless and strong!
"I'll fuck your mother's ancestors! You bitch admits your mother's defeat! You loser! And you're a fucking master! A master shoots you in the face!"
There was a middle-aged man who tore off his tie, slapped the table and yelled, "This lottery No. 7 belongs to him." The big shopkeepers smiled at each other and circled the ledger, but they couldn't help but the middle-aged man.
Angry, he bet 20 million to win the last game.
In the end, he gave up without even fighting, the money was gone without even making a sound, and all face was lost.
The martial artist was so ashamed that he hid his face and cried, and then stumbled off the stage, which made people sigh.
Seven consecutive wins!
Xia Zhen's eyes widened and he clenched his fists tightly. Zhang Bi on the stage loosened his fingers, and the fountain of life immediately flowed on his over-exerted right leg, relieving the swelling and pain.
It took a while to feel comfortable.
"Young master is wise!"
The middle-aged man suddenly came next to Huang Silang. After some inquiries, he learned that Huang Silang had placed Zhang Bi's 20 million banker bet. After looking around for a week, he immediately admired Huang Silang greatly.
"I also want to see if my luck will improve. That guy Federo Onassis just arrived in Hong Kong, and I heard that he is going to Macau to gamble. His luck is not good, and he always needs to borrow some luck.
.I saw that this guy had a good face, so I asked him to give him some credit."
Huang Silang said it easily, and then asked several bald heads: "How are you doing? Are you sure you can beat him now?"
The short, fat, bald man rubbed his head and sighed: "Grandma's...whose apprentice is this? He ran out without even saying hello. Mom, I can't beat him!"
"From the superficial point of view, his leg skills are too sharp. I think this is a cover-up. He deliberately does not use his hand skills. If my guess is correct, the skills of this kid's hands are far better than his legs.
Gong! It's amazing. Such a young southern boxing master is rare. I'm not as good as him."
The tall, thin and bald man also praised and said.
The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. It's good to gain experience. To increase your martial arts skills, watch more and learn more. However, there will always be people who are unconvinced and do not believe in evil. It depends on whether the second young master of the Tao family can bear it.
."
After Huang Silang heard these words, he looked at the second young master of the Tao family who was pretending to be calm in the distance, where the proprietor of the village was sitting.