As the blood-red saber light approached, Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand and released a Lightning Strike without thinking. The blue electric current as thick as an arm was extremely fast. With a boom, it smashed the saber light and hit the bald barbarian's waist saber.
The bald barbarian had never expected to meet an eight-year-old monster in front of a dirty and smelly horse market. When he saw the electric current, he could no longer change his attack. He could only shout again and use all his Qi-Jin to protect his arm, enduring the powerful electric current that came from the saber hilt.
The crackling electric current made the bald barbarian scream. After a while, his whole body was emitting green smoke, and his appearance changed drastically. His tattered leather robe was turned to ashes by the electric current, and his skin was as red as a cooked shrimp. Even the waist saber in his hand was glowing with a high temperature, as if it was about to melt.
Both sides were shocked by their opponent's strength.
Zhou Qingfeng only felt afraid after the fight. He had seen the fairy-like woman surnamed Yuan kill people. Her sword light was like a crescent moon, cold and deadly, without warning. The barbarian's saber light could not leave the tip of the saber. His strength was much weaker, but his ruthlessness was the same. What shocked him was that his opponent did not die from his Lightning Strike, and became even more violent after being provoked.
The bald barbarian was even more surprised than Zhou Qingfeng. He rarely had opponents, and all the Ming Dynasty slaves he met were honest, weak, and easy to bully. This time, when he accompanied his master to Fu Shun, he could only say that the Ming Dynasty merchants were cunning and cunning. In terms of martial arts, none of them could convince him. This was especially true for the Ming Dynasty's officers and soldiers at the border. Even the family servants of the high-ranking military officers were weak and not worth mentioning in his eyes.
Who would have thought that he would meet a tough opponent just to make room for his master to set up a tent? And this tough opponent turned out to be a little kid? The bald barbarian would not admit defeat. He only froze for a few seconds before roaring fiercely and pouncing on Zhou Donghuang again.
In this situation, Master Zhou could only admit defeat. His spiritual energy was replenished very quickly, and he could fill up 2.5 units of spiritual energy with the Eastern Pearl in half a day. But he could only release two complete spells. He couldn't even do three. When the bald barbarian in front of him went berserk and wanted to continue fighting, he naturally shouted … "Senior Brother, someone is bullying me!"
When Zhou Qingfeng was fighting with the bald barbarian, Yang Jian, who was inside the house, had already noticed. When he heard that the bald barbarian wanted to chase him away, he naturally couldn't do that. Thinking that his Junior Martial Brother's abilities were weak, Yang Jian had long stepped forward, ready to take on this enmity. Who knew that Uncle Zhou would be the one to take on the first wave? The thick lightning shocked even Yang Jian — when did this kid become so heaven-defying?
But after the first round, the bald barbarian did not show any weakness and raised his saber to fight again. Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted for help, trying to put up a strong front. Yang Jian, who was behind him, drew out his peach wood sword and pierced it with a stack of talismans. In the flames, several small golden swords flew out and stabbed at the bald barbarian's ribs from the left and right. The bald barbarian did not dare to be careless. When he saw that his opponent had changed, he became a hundred times more alert.
Zhou Qingfeng hid behind Yang Jian and observed. He could see that the bald barbarian was cultivating on the 'muscles and bones' path, and all his strength was in his muscles. The barren land lacked cultural inheritance. The people who lived here fought the heavens and the earth. They were fierce and wild, and those who could cultivate relied on their talent. So the number of cultivators here was small, and it was possible that none of the survivors were weak.
Although there were fights every day in the horse market, and deaths and injuries were nothing new. However, it was rare to see a fight between two cultivators. Even though the scene was full of swords and blades, and one could lose their life if they were not careful, there were still many people who gathered around. The crowd either climbed onto roofs, stepped on carriages, or stood on horseback, watching from a distance of ten or twenty meters.
After a few more rounds, both sides were secretly afraid that the other party was not to be trifled with. Yang Jian judged that the other party should have cultivated to the third level of 'muscles and bones'. He was quite strong and had an advantage in endurance. He himself was only at the fourth level of 'Qi and blood'. Close combat was not his forte, and he was struggling. Especially since his master was unconscious in the house behind him with no one to take care of him, he regretted causing trouble.
And in the crowd, dozens of capable warriors in tight clothes were riding on horses, watching the scene coldly. Most of these people were dressed in rags like the bald barbarian, but their muscles and bones were strong. There were also a few well-dressed elites surrounding a man and a woman in the middle.
The man in the middle was in his forties, dressed in a Mongolian robe, and had a proud expression. He should be the leader of the group. He smiled at the woman beside him in Mongolian and said, "Ba Tu will definitely win within ten breaths. It seems that the cultivators of the Ming Kingdom are only so-so. "
The woman was in her thirties, her hair was braided to her shoulders, and her clothes were simple. At first glance, her skin was not very white, and her face still looked weathered. However, her eyebrows, mouth, and nose were well-proportioned, and she was very beautiful.
Although she was a woman, she was not delicate. She was quite tall, and she was no different from a man when she rode on a horse. In addition, her shoulders were broad, and her arms were thick and strong. Her knuckles were strong when she pulled on the reins, and she carried a saber and a bow. Her bright eyes stared straight ahead, making her look valiant and heroic.
"I advise you to pay attention to that child." The woman was also paying attention to the fight in the field, but she was more focused on Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding behind Yang Jian. "I'm afraid your Ba Tu is going to lose soon."
"Impossible." The Mongolian man denied flatly. "Ba Tu is the strongest warrior I've recruited in the past two years. Every time he goes on an expedition, he'll be stronger in a few years."
"Even stronger will take a few years. Ba Tu is in trouble now. Qingfeng is passing the child's words to me. He's teaching the older boys how to fight against the enemy. "The woman suddenly smiled." Don't forget, my ears have always been very sensitive. "
At this moment, in the field, Zhou Qingfeng had already opened his Third Eye. He could only release two spells at a time, and after that, he could only watch the show. Originally, he could attack the bald barbarian and help Yang Jian, but he also saw the group of Mongolians watching the fight in the distance. Earlier, the bald barbarian said he would chase them away on behalf of his master, and now it seemed that there were many enemies.
"Senior Brother, we have to capture this bald man alive," Zhou Qingfeng said from behind Yang Jian.
Usually, when Yang Jian fought, he hid behind Gu Yuanwei. Today was the first time he fought head-on, and in a short while, he was sweating profusely with the bald barbarian. Although his cultivation level was higher than the bald barbarian's, fighting and risking one's life was not the forte of Qi and blood cultivation. When he heard Zhou Qingfeng say that he wanted to capture him alive, he panted and shouted anxiously, "My spiritual power is almost depleted. How the hell do I need to capture him alive?"
"Senior Brother, attack his left leg with the golden sword." Zhou Qingfeng didn't explain and directly ordered. After opening his Third Eye, the world in his eyes had changed greatly, and the bald barbarian's Qi flow was completely exposed. This allowed Zhou Qingfeng to roughly guess the other party's next move.
However, Yang Jian didn't listen to Zhou Qingfeng. Instead, he made his golden sword stab at the bald barbarian's back. As a result, the bald barbarian took a step forward with his left leg and suddenly attacked. Not only did the golden sword miss, but the fierce slash from his waist also forced Yang Jian to take half a step back.
"This guy is going to use a big move. This time, attack his back. His back is empty," Zhou Qingfeng said again.
However, Yang Jian still didn't listen to Zhou Qingfeng. He commanded a golden shield to protect his body and ordered his golden sword to attack the enemy's left leg. He was probably afraid of the other party's attack, so he tried to force the opponent back and open up a distance. However, this time, the bald barbarian stood still and quickly waved the waist knife in his hand. A ball of flame burned on the blade, and the flame energy flew out continuously, all hitting Yang Jian's golden shield.
The golden shield roared, causing Yang Jian to retreat and vomit blood. The golden sword that he tried to attack the other party's thigh was all cut down by the flame energy. None of them could get close.
This time, Yang Jian had reached the point where he was at his wit's end. The spiritual power he could use was about to be exhausted. He could only ask Zhou Qingfeng as if he was grasping at straws, "Okay, what do you want to do now?"
"Shield attack."
"What?"
"Hit him with the golden shield."
Yang Jian's golden shield was already in danger. According to his plan, he would at most take one more hit. However, Zhou Qingfeng was right twice in a row. He didn't have time to think about why. Now, he could only gamble with all his spiritual power on the golden shield he had refined and desperately hit it.
After fighting for a long time, the bald barbarian could see that the seventeen or eighteen-year-old cultivator of the Ming Kingdom in front of him lacked fighting experience. He only knew how to defend passively and was really a rookie. The other party had been able to last until now because of the talismans and powerful magic weapons in his hands. However, if he could only rely on an ordinary waist knife to kill the other party, he would definitely be famous and would be praised and rewarded by his master.
Seeing that the other party was already an arrow at the end of its flight, the bald barbarian decided to end the battle with a beautiful attack. He wanted to break the other party's protective golden shield in one move and then cut him in half. Thinking about the scene after the attack made him shout with excitement. The other party would definitely die a horrible and bloody death, and he would win the applause of the audience.
When the bald barbarian raised his waist knife for the last attack, the golden shield that had been defending suddenly grew bigger. The barbarian was shocked and wanted to change his move to retreat, but in an instant, he understood that it was not the golden shield that grew bigger, but the golden shield that rushed in front of him — with a bang, the bald barbarian's nose and face were closely pressed against the golden shield, and then quickly separated.
The bald barbarian was hit and flew into the air. Blood spurted from his nose into the air, and his head fell back a few times. He rolled a few times and fell upside down on a pool of mud. The fallen barbarian splashed a lot of mud, and it was extremely ugly.
But the bald barbarian was still not dead, even though he had been hit hard and hard enough that he couldn't stand up on his own after crawling a few times. His companions had already dismounted and hurriedly ran over to help him up. But after he stood up, he suddenly pushed his companions away and shouted, wanting to find a waist knife to fight with Zhou Qingfeng and Yang Jian.
Seeing that they still wanted to fight, Yang Jian's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Junior Brother, what do we do now? Senior Brother has no other way. Junior Brother, Junior Brother, Junior Brother, what are you doing? "
Yang Jian didn't hear any reply for a long time, and thought that Zhou Qingfeng had run away. But when he turned his head, he saw that Zhou Qingfeng had run to a wine vendor, grabbed two bags of horse milk wine, and then quickly ran in the direction of the bald barbarian.
The bald barbarian on the other side had been hit hard, and his face was covered in blood from his nose. At this moment, he was ashamed and angry, and wanted to fight with his life on the line. He forcefully pulled out a waist knife from his companion's body, and was about to rush forward again, cursing that he wanted to fight to the death again. But just as he held the waist knife firmly, he saw the brat who had given him the electric light at the beginning run over happily with two bags of horse milk wine.
Before he arrived, his voice arrived first.
"Hero …, hero …, good man, really a good man, too strong! Too strong! "
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's exaggerated shouts, the bald barbarian's side all held their knives and axes and watched coldly. But Zhou Qingfeng went forward and stuffed a bag of horse milk wine into the bald barbarian's hand. He also grabbed the horse milk wine and raised it up high, shouting, "Come come come, the wolf of the grassland, the eagle in the sky, I respect the brave and fearless heroes the most in my life.
My name is Zhou Qingfeng, and I like to make friends the most. Isn't it just a broken house? Take it, take it. I'll even treat you to a drink, you definitely can't outdrink me. "
The bald barbarian, who was fuming with anger, was covered in mud. He was in a sorry state and was eager to regain his face. But when he heard Zhou Qingfeng shout 'hero' at the top of his voice, he was stunned.
Then, Zhou Qingfeng praised the bald barbarian in different ways. Those words were so pleasing to the ear, the metaphors were so appropriate, and the expression was so warm. This made the uncultured barbarian, who did not even have the vocabulary to scold people, could not help but laugh out loud. Then, he unconsciously took the bag of horse milk wine that represented 'friendship first, competition second'.
"No, no, I'm not a wolf, and I'm not an eagle. My master, Manguerdai, is an eagle. " The bald barbarian's body was hot after the fight, and his mouth was dry. At this time, he drank two mouthfuls of horse milk wine and felt refreshed and comfortable. The brat in front of him became more pleasing to the eye, and the fight just now was not worth mentioning. But he was still somewhat clear-headed, and humbly said that his master was greater.
Zhou Qingfeng immediately left the bald barbarian, and squeezed in front of the middle-aged Mongolian who was surrounded. He once again praised loudly, "You are a great hero of the grassland, to be able to make such a brave man pledge his life to follow you. Please tell me your name, I believe you must have a great family name. "
Master Zhou always scratched other people's itches in flattery. He did not praise other things, but he specifically asked for the surname of the middle-aged Mongolian. This made the calm middle-aged Mongolian immediately feel that Zhou Qingfeng was very pleasing to the eye. He laughed and said, "I am Manguerdai, the son of Baybaghdar Khan of the Khalkha Tribe of Mongolia."
"Ah, such a mighty name, you must have the blood of the Golden Family in your veins." Zhou Qingfeng did not care about anything else and gave the middle-aged man another compliment. This compliment was so high that it did not matter if it was correct or not. Anyway, Manguerdai, who was standing opposite, was smiling from ear to ear.
As long as it was a Mongolian, as long as he was praised for having a relationship with the Golden Family of Genghis Khan, it would definitely work. Who said that those barbarians were only this arrogant in thousands of years? He could not praise anything else even if he wanted to.
Zhou Qingfeng then looked at the woman beside Manguerdai. He only felt that the woman was quite tall from afar, but when he got closer, he found that she was not young, but unexpectedly beautiful. He was not cold, delicate, or amiable, but valiant, capable, and handsome with the style of a foreign race. This was too rare in the late Ming Dynasty, where starving people were everywhere and there were crooked dates and pears everywhere.
"Ah … this beautiful woman must be the pearl of the grassland, the most beautiful flower I have ever seen. Your appearance is hard to describe, but I am sure that the wild geese in the sky will sing for you, the fishes in the river will roll for you, and the white deer in the forest will cry for you. Everyone who sees you will ask around like I did – who is she? "
Hahaha … The woman did not say anything, but Manguerdai almost choked with laughter because of Zhou Qingfeng. "She is my new wife, she is indeed the most beautiful woman in our place."
"Ah … I knew it, I must have guessed it right." Zhou Qingfeng slapped his own thigh with an exaggerated amount of strength. "What a beautiful woman and a hero! Brother Mangul 'tai, seeing how beautiful your wife is, I'm even more convinced that you're a great man. You're my friend for sure."
The people who were watching the scene were confused by the 180 degree turn of events. The two groups were fighting fiercely just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, they were having gay sex. But even Manguerdai, who said that Ba Tu would definitely win, did not care about it anymore. The kid in front of him was good with words, and he was very polite, so it was not easy to be angry with him.
In Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, the group of Mongolians who were hostile and black just now had changed. Especially Manguerdai, who was the darkest just now, his head had turned green, as if he was wearing a green hat.
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