The next morning, when Hu Xiaotian got up, he heard that Xu Mubai had already left. He asked Zhao Wusheng to make arrangements and go to Piaoxiang City as soon as possible. When they left the inn after breakfast, they saw that the Sharjah people had not gotten up yet, and Hu Xiaotian was too lazy to follow them.
They were traveling together and asked the innkeeper to tell them on their behalf, and then led everyone to set off for Piaoxiang City.
There was an endless stream of people on the official road to Piaoxiang City, and most of them were going to apply for the consort. Along the way, I saw many people competing in martial arts, but because everyone had the same purpose, conflicts would inevitably occur.
Some young people with irritable tempers got into conflicts when they disagreed with each other. In the mild cases, they fisted and kicked each other, and in the worst cases, they drew swords at each other.
Hu Xiaotian originally thought that if he got up early and left, he could arrive at Piaoxiang City before dark. But after he actually hit the road, he found that he would encounter fights every time he walked a certain distance. If he was more careful, he would fight alone, or if he was not careful, he would fight in a group.
It's simply a matter of bullying others. These guys seem to think that if they kill an opponent, their chances of becoming the prince-in-law will increase.
Although the outsiders' fighting had nothing to do with Hu Xiaotian, this group of people caused many traffic jams on the road to Piaoxiang City, and Hu Xiaotian had to be delayed many times. He kept walking like this, and before he knew it, it was already noon.
There was a formation of horseshoes, but the group of Sharjah people also caught up.
Heldan saw Hu Xiaotian and smiled from a distance: "Brother Hu, why didn't you wait for me?"
The sister beside him, Mengya, glared at Zhao Wusheng fiercely and said in a contemptuous tone: "Aren't you worried that we will steal their first move, or that you won't be able to become the consort?"
Hu Xiaozhen was dumbfounded. He was not that narrow-minded. Recruiting a prince-in-law was not like running a race. It was first come, first-served. They only officially recruited a prince-in-law on the ninth day of September. It didn't matter whether they arrived sooner or later.
Heerdan scolded with a straight face: "Mengya! Don't be rude!"
Hu Xiaotian slowed down his horse and came to a place with Heerdan. He said with a smile: "I have some things to do when I go to Piaoxiang City, and I saw that you haven't gotten up yet, so I couldn't bear to disturb my brother's rest."
Heerdan smiled and said: "Brother Hu, don't be as knowledgeable as this girl, but why did you come here?"
Hu Xiaotian pointed to the crowd in front and said: "This is already the fifth fight we have encountered this morning. Two groups of people are fighting over each other, and they are all fiercely fighting. It seems that if you win, you can become the prince.
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Heerdan couldn't help but laugh. They also encountered this situation on the way, but it should be smoother than Hu Xiaotian, otherwise they would not be able to catch up with Hu Xiaotian.
Heldan said behind him: "Daharu, go and clear the way!"
Daharu rushed up from behind, holding two big hammers in his hands, and the black horse under his crotch was one size larger than ordinary horses. He looked majestic, like a god. Hu Xiaotian felt like it when he saw his appearance.
Hidden praise, he is really a mighty hero. If I bring Xiong Tianba here with me this time, I don’t know which of the two of them is more powerful with the sledgehammer. In fact, there is no need to consider this issue at all. Xiong Tianba is extremely powerful and has a sledgehammer.
Even Zhao Wusheng dared not say that he could beat him because of his superb skills. However, Zhao Wusheng defeated Daharu, which proved that Xiong Tianba's martial arts was far superior to Daharu.
Daharu rode towards the fiercely fighting crowd in front of him. He screamed strangely: "A good dog doesn't block the road. If you block the road, it's not a good dog. Get out of the way!" He waved the sledgehammer in his hand like a windmill.
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The two warring parties saw a foreign man suddenly rushing up. Look at this guy. Look at the momentum that they couldn't match at all. The pair of sledgehammers were like two giant Japanese melons. They were still alive if they touched them.
He hurriedly stopped fighting and dodged to both sides.
Daharu just opened the way like this. When he saw everyone dodging, he couldn't help feeling a little proud and shouted: "You all should disperse, the princess belongs to my prince! No one is allowed to fight!"
Just as he was breaking through the crowd, a figure suddenly came towards him from the front, and a cold light struck directly towards him.
Daharu looked intently and saw that the other person was a young man with dark skin and rags. He had a black iron sword in his hand and his body was leaping in the air. He was actually three feet taller than him on the horse. With a sword
Cut him on the head.
Daharu roared and raised his hammers to attack. Although the opponent's iron sword was half heavier than an ordinary sword, it was still not as heavy as his big iron hammer. Daharu thought that he would at least destroy the opponent's weapons.
Knocked away. But the reality was beyond his expectation. After a loud noise, Daharu was so shaken by the opponent that he fell from his horse with the hammer. The two sledgehammers smashed two deep holes in the ground.
The young man stood firmly on Daharu's horse and snorted coldly: "If you don't even open your glasses to see where this place is, how can you allow you people to be so rampant?"
Of course, Daharu's horse was unwilling to be ridden by a stranger. He immediately raised his front hooves and let out a long roar, trying to knock the young man off the horse. The young man was filled with anger and his body was pressed down.
, actually suppressed the mount until it fell to its knees with a thud.
Seeing this man's magical power, everyone was amazed.
In the Sharjah camp, a red figure rushed out like a raging flame, but it was the Sharjah princess Menya. She had always been unruly and had a fiery temperament. When she saw her own people being frustrated, she naturally couldn't swallow her breath and held a whip in her hand.
With a flicker, it wrapped around the young man's neck like a poisonous snake.
Before the young man got off the horse, he saw that the long whip was already in front of him. He calmly stretched out his arm, firmly grasped the tip of the whip, and took advantage of Mengya's pulling force to clamp his legs together.
As soon as he mentioned it, the horse on his crotch also stood up.
Menya gritted her teeth and tried to take the whip back from the opponent's hand, but the opponent pulled hard first and then suddenly let go. Menya screamed, and her body fell backwards due to the excessive force, and she was about to fall off the horse.
, although it is impossible to be seriously injured, it would be extremely ugly to be thrown on the butt in front of everyone.
At the critical moment, Zhao Wusheng rushed forward and held her shoulders. This prevented Menya from falling off her horse. It was not that Zhao Wusheng wanted to help her, but by chance, Zhao Wusheng was not far behind her.
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Mengya turned around, glared at Zhao Wusheng, and whispered: "I want you to get into trouble!"
Zhao Wusheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was really asking for trouble because of his good intentions.
Heldan's thick eyebrows knitted together. The young man took action twice. Not only did he knock Daharu off his horse and snatch his horse, but he almost injured Menya just now. Heldan naturally felt that his face was damaged. He
Glancing at Jialuo, Jialuo understood and murmured something in a low voice. Immediately, his disciple Kangtu stepped out of the team on horseback.
The young man defeated two people from the Sharjah mission one after another, and the confidence on his face became more and more intense. Looking at the young monk who walked out of the team, he smiled disdainfully and said: "Are all Ban people so ignorant of advancement and retreat?"
Kangtu didn't say anything. He stared at the young man with a pair of gray-brown eyes. The young man was a little impatient because of his stare and said angrily: "Why are you staring at me? If you want to hit me, hit me. If you don't have the courage, just give it to me."
Get back!"
However, Hu Xiaotian was vaguely aware that something was wrong. The monk was not eager to attack after he came out. His eyes were strange, and he most likely wanted to use the soul-obsessing technique to deal with the young man. Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but think of the time when he went to Xichuan to pay homage to Li Tianheng.
When he encountered the soul-catching master Duoji, if Visa hadn't been by his side at the time, he would have almost fallen into Duoji's trap. Although this young man's martial arts and swordsmanship were good, there was still a big gap compared to him in terms of concentration.
There are not many who can surpass him. I am afraid that this young man will suffer a loss.
Sure enough, after the young man only said one sentence, he felt that his eyes could no longer be separated from the other person's eyes. Those Seng Kangtu's eyes were like magnets, clinging to his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a buzzing sound in his head,
Then the whole mind went blank.
At this time, Kang Tu rushed out on horseback. He controlled the opponent's mind with the power of soul-stirring, and then launched an attack. He punched the young man hard on the chin, sending the unsuspecting opponent flying.
He got out and fell heavily under the horse.
The scene was suddenly silent. Everyone had just seen this young man show his prowess, but the situation reversed immediately after the monk came out of the Sharjah camp. In front of the monk, the young man was shot down without even having a chance to react.
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When Daharu saw the young man falling down not far in front of him, he roared and raised his sledge hammer to hit the young man's head.
Hu Xiaotian stopped him in time: "No!"
Heldan also spoke at the same time. Although Daharu would not listen to Hu Xiaotian's orders, he was absolutely obedient to Heldan, his master. When Heldan stopped, he hurriedly stopped what he was doing.
The young man sat on the ground, clutching his chest, with a confused expression, as if he was sleepwalking.
Hu Xiaotian felt some sympathy for him. If there was an open and fair competition, this young man's martial arts might not be comparable to that of Fan Seng Kangtu. But Kangtu used the soul-stirring technique, and it was difficult for the young man to wake up for a while.
Heerdan didn't want to cause trouble. After all, they were in Tianxiang country. If anyone was killed, they would be in big trouble. Taking advantage of everyone's time to get out of the way, Heerdan ordered everyone to get on the road as soon as possible without any further delay.
Hu Xiaotian wanted to leave, but Zhao Wusheng said: "It's strange, there seems to be something wrong with that young man."
Hu Xiaotian raised his eyes and saw that the young man suddenly stood up slowly from the ground, picked up the iron sword on the ground, stared at the person who came to help him up, and then slowly walked over.
Hu Xiaotian secretly screamed that something was wrong. Looking at the young man's condition, it was obvious that his will was still controlled by others. Although the monk who controlled his will was gone, his influence was still there. Judging from the young man's blood-red eyes, he should be going to
There was a killing spree.
Hu Xiaotian frowned. Those monks were really vicious. They were more vicious by doing things to the young man than killing him directly. He winked at Zhao Wusheng, and Zhao Wusheng raised his voice and said: "Everyone
