"Huh, foreigner, you can only blame yourself for being too arrogant. Hand over your things honestly, otherwise you will die without a body!" Zamba looked coldly and slowly pulled out a giant scimitar from the saddle.
The cold blade glowed with a heart-stopping cold light under the refraction of the sun.
Lu Chen was extremely annoyed that his epiphany was interrupted. It seemed that there would be a killing today. He said coldly: "If you want gold ingots, come and get it yourself if you have the ability!"
"Go ahead, chop him!" Zamba shouted sharply, and with this order, the cavalrymen nearby rushed towards Lu Chen in a swarm.
Lu Chen did not dodge or dodge, but directly punched him. The powerful punch hit the head of the war horse that bore the brunt. There was a muffled sound, the flesh and blood exploded, and the war horse's internal organs were scattered on the ground.
The war horse was torn into pieces on the spot, and the cavalryman on the saddle was sent flying more than ten feet away.
Lu Chen's figure flashed, and he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, shooting into the crowd like a sharp arrow, both fists coming out, and a loud thunder-like sound suddenly sounded on the grassland.
Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!.............
Lu Chen was like a demon god, punching out one after another with terrifying momentum. The air roared and the heaven and earth shook. Whenever those war horses and cavalry touched him, their bones and flesh would either explode or be blown to pieces.
"ah!"
"Devil, help!"
"Oops, it's a Martial Saint level expert!"
Lu Chen's punch was so powerful that it could easily smash a huge boulder weighing 10,000 kilograms into pieces. These ordinary cavalrymen were only at the fourth or fifth level of ordinary warriors. If they dared to resist his punch, they were simply seeking death.
Zamba and Batu looked at this scene in horror, dumbfounded, and their minds were buzzing!
God, they robbed a Martial Saint-level head. What on earth is going on?
"Batu, you idiot, he is a strong warrior at the level of a Martial Saint. How dare you let me trouble him? You want to kill me!" Zamba roared angrily, and he was so angry that he slapped Batu hard on the face.
, grabbed the reins and started to run away crazily.
Batu was slapped in the face and became dizzy. When he saw Lu Chen, who was like a demon, he was frightened out of his wits and quickly turned around and started running away.
But Lu Chenna was willing to let him go, and kicked the chest of a cavalryman next to him, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. He kicked off the ground and jumped into the air quickly, like an eagle spreading its wings and flying towards the opponent in an instant.
Batu galloped away with his whip raised, and was so frightened that he shouted for mercy.
"Sir, spare my life!"
Lu Chen's eyes turned cold: "Spare your life, now that you want to spare my life, why don't you think about how you wanted to kill me at that time!"
He grabbed Batu's head with one hand, twisted it smoothly, and directly tore off the opponent's head. There was a click, the sound of bones breaking, and surging blood spurted out.
Zamba, who was the fastest to escape, turned his head and saw this scene, his heart twitched violently, and his face turned pale with fear.
God, this Martial Saint-level strongman was so cruel that he actually ripped off Batu's head. Fortunately, he escaped quickly, otherwise, his end would definitely not be much better than Batu's.
"Damn Batu, this guy is so stupid. He actually wanted to steal something from a martial saint-level powerhouse, and he was almost implicated. No, so many brothers have died. This matter must be reported to the general immediately!" Zamba secretly said
With a curse, he whipped his horse with a whip and galloped towards the south. More than a hundred cavalrymen were killed by Lu Chen in the blink of an eye. Only Nazamba was more cunning and saw that the situation was not good.
He had fled long ago.
Lu Chen threw away Batu's head casually, glanced at the corpses behind him, and said silently: "This grassland is indeed quite chaotic. People are killed at will for a little money. No wonder the people in the tribe say that on the grassland
Walking alone is a very dangerous thing!”
After killing wantonly, Lu Chen continued walking eastward.
This opportunity for enlightenment was interrupted. Although Lu Chen was angry, he had nothing to do.
After this realization, Lu Chen also became clearer about the path he pursued.
The body is the foundation and the source of strength.
Only with a solid foundation can you go further.
Just like the big tree that grows abundantly in the dry and cracked earth, only when its roots are deeply rooted in the ground and absorbs nutrients can it spread its branches and leaves and grow vigorously.
Walking on the boundless grassland, stepping on the earth, Lu Chen's heart was as broad as this boundless land.
After walking about twenty miles, he saw a lake appearing on the grassland that was like a pearl embedded in the earth. The water was clear and sparkling under the sunlight, attracting countless livestock to come and drink.
When Lu Chen saw the clear lake water, he seemed to see endless vitality flowing in his heart. His heart was peaceful, and an endless artistic conception was growing in his heart.
The scorching sunlight shines on the lake surface, forming high temperatures that evaporate the lake water into water vapor, which is dispersed by the wind and turns into traces of rain and dew drifting across the earth, nourishing thousands of living things.
Earth, wind, fire and water have been in a cycle since then.
The earth is the mother of all living things, giving birth to all things.
The water of heaven and earth nourishes all things and brings vitality to them.
Being down-to-earth made Lu Chen feel the vastness of the world and the weight of the earth.
The sky moves vigorously, the terrain is kun, and a gentleman carries things with great virtue.
He stretched out his hands and began to practice fists and kicks, sometimes like flowing water, sometimes as powerful as mountains, sometimes as fast and violent as thunder.
Huh! Huh! There were heavy fist shadows, and crackling sounds that shook the world were constantly heard in the air.
His punches and kicks seem to imply the mysteries of heaven and earth and contain infinite power.
The movements of his fists and kicks appear to be slow, but are actually surprisingly fast, and several different moods are constantly appearing on his body. If anyone were watching his movements at this moment, they would probably vomit blood in discomfort.
Walking on this vast land, Lu Chen felt more and more the close atmosphere coming from the earth.
As his understanding became deeper and deeper, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth came from the earth under his feet, continuously flowing into his body, quietly nourishing his skin, muscles, bones, flesh and blood, etc.
If anyone saw him nearby, Lu Chen seemed to be integrated with the earth at this moment, filled with a heavy natural meaning, making his aura become thicker and thicker, and his body and muscles becoming more complete.
After the centurion named Zamba fled back to the military camp in embarrassment, he immediately reported the encounter with Lu Chen to General Thorgill.
In the huge military camp that accommodates tens of thousands of people, there is a luxurious tent, in which are seven or eight captains of the army and two lieutenants.
Zamba was half-kneeling on the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking horrified.
Sitting directly in front of him was a burly figure. He was wearing a gray plush leather jacket, with dozens of pigtails on his head. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a full beard, strong blood, and a nose ring on his nostrils.
Just like savages.
This person is none other than the highest authority in this military camp, Thorgill.
"Zamba, you said you met a Martial Saint on the grassland, and he killed more than a hundred of your brothers for no reason!" Thorgier said in a rough voice while holding a big hand in his hand and chewing on a big bone.
Zamba nodded and said: "Yes, General, this man is extremely cruel. I was hunting on the grassland with my brothers at the time. When he saw us, he rushed up without saying a word. Fortunately, his subordinates escaped quickly and wanted to
Otherwise, I will die without seeing you!"
Martial Saint is a unique name that people on the grassland give to those who are innately strong.
"You're lying. I don't know what kind of virtue you have. Hunting is pure nonsense. It's obvious that you want to attract people's attention. You must have encountered a hard problem!" Thorgil, as the supreme leader in charge of tens of thousands of troops, he
How can you not understand what kind of people you have?
Zamba said in fear: "General, forgive me, general, forgive me! It's my subordinate who is incompetent and has embarrassed you."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense. How did you meet this Martial Saint? Tell me the whole story in detail! If you lie again, your head will be chopped off." Thorgil's mouth was full of oil, and he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said calmly.
asked in a voice.
"Yes!" Zamba shrank his neck in fright, and continued: "It was purely an accident that my subordinate met this Martial Saint, and it depends on my next informant!"
Afterwards, Zamba told the story from beginning to end about his friend Batu's encounter with Lu Chen in the Cangya tribe.
When Thorgil heard what the other party said, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he looked a little surprised and said: "You said that man could smash a war horse with one punch, and killed more than a hundred of your brothers in one breath!"
"Yes, this man is really scary. If his subordinates hadn't escaped quickly, he would have become fertilizer on the grassland!" Zamba said with a bitter look on his face.
Hearing this, Thorgil shouted angrily: "You bitch, you are so courageous. You dare to rob a martial saint. You really don't know whether to live or die!"
"General, my subordinates don't know that the other party is a Martial Saint, otherwise they wouldn't dare to do this even if they gave me a hundred courages!" Zamba said with a trembling figure.
Thorgil slammed the table angrily, pondered for a moment, and asked with a pair of fierce eyes: "Do you know which tribe on the grassland this person comes from?"
"I don't know, but that man acted too quickly. He killed more than a hundred of my brothers in just a few encounters. I risked my life to escape, so how could I care about this!" Thinking back to the land on the grassland at that time.
Zamba feels horrified now just thinking about the scene where Chen took action to kill someone.
"Trash!" Thorgil angrily threw a big bowl at Zamba's head. Zamba was hit with a bloody head and did not dare to dodge at all.
A lean man next to him gritted his teeth and said: "General, we are the strongest warriors of the Blood Wolf tribe, and even a mere martial saint dares to challenge us. This matter cannot be left alone!"
"Yes, Brother Lan Hai is right. Killing the warriors of our Blood Wolf Tribe is a naked provocation. We must not let it go. We must pay with blood!" The other captains also yelled in unison, one by one.
He seemed particularly angry.
The Blood Wolf Tribe is the most powerful tribe on the grassland. They have always been the only ones to kill others. Even the lone martial saints on the grassland dare not provoke them at will.
Anyone who dares to trample on the dignity of the Blood Wolf Tribe will be regarded as a provocation to the Blood Wolf Tribe and must be repaid with blood.
