There were about seven or eight warriors in this group, and the man at the head gave Ling Tianyun a familiar feeling. He seemed to feel that he had seen this man somewhere, with a burly figure and a beard on his face, highlighting a fierce look. Looking at his beard, Ling Tianyun suddenly remembered that this person was somewhat similar to the warrior he had met at the inn, but it was definitely not the same person. Maybe they have some blood relationship between them, but that's not necessarily. It's just that this person is a little thinner than the person he met at the inn, and there is a long scar on the right side of this person's face that is particularly conspicuous, making this person's face a little hideous.

There was no one on the street at the moment, and a group of samurai in strong costumes stood on horseback, looking at a young man on a horse and an old monk sitting on the back of a little black donkey.

"Be bold, don't get out of the way yet, I didn't see the people from my Zhongshan Martial Arts Dojo doing things, so I have to get out of the way quickly." Another voice appeared in the midst of the group of samurai.

After that voice sounded, all the samurai looked excited, and they all wanted to step forward to teach the young man a lesson. A samurai was about to mount his horse, and he raised his horsewhip, which exploded in the air with a crisp and piercing sound. The warrior slapped the horse that stepped down, and the horse stepped forward a few steps in a moment, just alongside the big man who was at the head of the horse.

The samurai looked at the samurai he was leading, hoping to get his permission. Although they all looked excited, and they all wanted to immediately step forward to teach the young man in front of them a lesson, they still did not take the initiative to act. They still rode their horses in an orderly manner and stood behind the chief warrior, without the slightest panic, and the formation of the queue was on its own, obviously after a long time of running-in and cooperation to achieve such an effect.

The leader of the samurai frowned, and he sensed that the young man in front of them was no ordinary person. The young man in front of him stood like a fierce tiger, and he felt a strong aura of danger from the young man's body. At this moment, the boy looked harmless, but he could clearly feel that the boy was on the verge of exploding, and he could explode at any time.

He couldn't help but have a trace of fear in his heart, an inexplicable fear. It was one of his instincts, and his years of experience walking on the tip of a knife had given him some intuition about the danger of substitution, and these instincts had sometimes saved his life several times, and of course sometimes failed.

The samurai at the head of the group was distracted for a moment, and he shook his head, and he couldn't help but laugh dumbly in his heart. His condensed gaze met the young man who was riding a horse on the opposite side, could it be that the older he gets, the less courageous he becomes, maybe he thinks too much. No matter how you look at it, the young man in front of him doesn't have anything outstanding at all, and looking at the way this young man is dressed, he is nothing more than a descendant. Although this young man has an extraordinary background, this young man himself should not be in much danger.

With a certain thought, he thought of a countermeasure and asked the samurai next to him to test the young man's bottom. If the boy is just an embroidered pillow, then let his companion teach him a lesson. If this young man is extraordinary, then how can he be taken down with his own seven or eight samurai. It's just that he didn't notice the momentum emanating from the young man's body that he was familiar with, because he didn't notice it at all.

The corners of Ling Tianyun's mouth rose slightly, and he could clearly see some of the movements of the group of warriors in strong suits standing on horseback. The samurai seemed to him to be a rabble.

Sure enough, the samurai at the head gave the samurai beside him a look.

The samurai received permission from the first samurai, and he was overjoyed, and he wanted to behave well in front of his companions, and decided to teach the ignorant young man in front of him a good lesson.

The old monk ignored the group of warriors in strong suits, because they didn't notice any aura fluctuations on the old monk's body. The thin body, a pair of cloudy eyes, without any life. The old monk's shabby robe was wide and loose, wrapped around the monk's body like a shroud, wrapped around his thin body, and there were still drips of oil on the shabby robe as if it had not been cleaned for many years, and it also emitted a faint stain light. Maybe it was the wine and meat monk who was driven out of the monastery and didn't have the appearance of a high-ranking monk at all.

It was precisely because of the existence of this old monk that all the warriors took Ling Tianyun lightly in their hearts. They didn't think that Ling Tianyun himself had extraordinary skills, otherwise he wouldn't be in parallel with an old monk, these two were obviously in the same group. What kind of master will a monk who is so old that he is about to enter the coffin know that he is not a powerful character by looking at his skinny body.

The old monk looked at all this and sighed in his heart. Alas, how could the eyesight of this group of warriors standing on horseback be so poor, even the four soldiers defending the city. At this time, the muddy boy was harboring a belly of anger, and began to have nowhere to vent, now it's okay, someone happened to send it to the door, and it happened to be the target of Ling Tianyun's venting.

The old monk habitually touched the wine gourd hanging beside him, but found that he didn't touch it, but the gourd had long disappeared and was not hanging on his waist. He raised his eyes to look at Ling Tianyun, and his heart suddenly became angry.

I saw that Ling Tianyun didn't know when he stole the old monk's treasure gourd, he was pouring wine into his mouth, the wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he poured it violently for a while. casually threw the gourd back to the old monk. He wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at the samurai in strong suit who had spurred his horse on.

The corners of Ling Tianyun's mouth raised slightly, and a trace of blood red in his eyes slowly appeared in his eyes, gradually spreading as the warrior rode his horse closer.

The old monk took the gourd thrown by Ling Tianyun distressedly, he shook the wine gourd lightly, and found that the wine in the wine gourd was less than three percent left, and he suddenly became angry and looked extremely angry. But at this time, he didn't have any way to take Ling Tianyun, he was so distressed that he raised the gourd and poured himself a sip of wine, so that his heart felt a little better.

"Boy, the old monk's wine is not that easy to drink like this, hehe." The old monk thought to himself, and he let out a strange laugh. It seemed that Ling Tianyun was jumping into the trap dug by the old monk, and he himself was willing to jump into it.

The old monk patted the little black donkey, and the little black donkey shook its big black head, and its ears fanned one by one. It took a few steps back with the old monk on its back. The old monk looked at this group of warriors in strong suits, and couldn't help but pray for this group of warriors, who to provoke is not good, because he wants to provoke this muddy boy who is harboring a belly of anger. He squinted a pair of cloudy little eyes, sitting on the back of a black donkey, where would he miss such a bustle, this old monk is a master who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

Ling Tianyun didn't expect at this time that just by drinking a little wine from the old monk, he would already be calculated by the old monk. He only felt that the wine was more spicy, stronger and stronger than the wine from the nameless liquor store in Whitewater City. It's just that the wine from the nameless wine shop lacks a little fragrant aroma, and I don't know how it was made.

At this moment, Ling Tianyun couldn't afford to think about it too much, the warrior in the power suit who came from the horse clamped his legs, and the horse rushed out like an arrow. It came out in an instant, and the distance between ten zhang came in an instant.

Three feet away from Ling Tianyun, the warrior raised the whip in his hand, and there was a loud "horn click". The horsewhip swept towards Ling Tianyun's body like a poisonous snake. That whip turned into countless whip shadows and came towards Ling Tianyun overwhelmingly.

Ling Tianyun raised his eyebrows, and with a big hand, he grabbed the horsewhip that was rolling towards him with great accuracy, and the shadow of the whip in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The samurai's grip on the whip shook and almost went away, and he couldn't help but pull it with more force. He felt that the horsewhip was not moving at all, and the other end was tightly grasped by Ling Tianyun in his hand.

The warrior couldn't help but exert all the strength of his body to pull out the whip that Ling Tianyun was gripping tightly, but it still had no effect. There was an incredible look in his eyes, and he didn't expect that the young man in front of him seemed to be young, he should only be about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had no less strength than himself.

The whip was held tightly in the hands of the two men, forming a straight line. The two of them pulled each other hard at their side. The whip made a "horn" sound, as if it might break in time. The warrior sat on horseback and shifted from holding the whip in one hand to grasping it in both hands.

I saw that he used all his strength with both hands, but the horsewhip was as steady as Mount Tai and did not move half a minute to his side. His face flushed from overexertion, and a hint of shame came to him. He felt his companion look at him with strange eyes, and he could feel those gazes piercing through his back like a sword.

The warrior couldn't help but roar, and suddenly a powerful force erupted and slammed the horsewhip.

With a "snap", the horsewhip was pulled over, but Ling Tianyun let go, and the unbalanced strength of the horsewhip suddenly rebounded and hit the warrior in the face.

The warrior staggered a few times, and nearly fell off the horse. He felt a burning sensation on his face, and as soon as he touched his cheek, he clearly felt a blood mark appear on his cheek. He couldn't help but be furious, this kind of ** provocation was the first time he had encountered it. And it was the first time he had suffered such a big loss, and at the same time, he had lost so much face in front of his companions.

Anger consumed the samurai's reason, and shame swept him down. He threw the horsewhip in his hand to the ground, and suddenly pulled out a big saber hanging diagonally on his waist, and he shouted: "Boy, you dare to humiliate Uncle Ben like this, today Uncle wants you to splash your blood on the streets of Lanzhou City." ”

The saber shone coldly, pointing at Ling Tianyun from afar.

As soon as he raised the big horse saber, he stepped down with his legs, and the horse neighed and rushed towards Ling Tianyun.

Ling Tianyun's eyes erupted with a fierce light, that kind of saber he knew, a weapon commonly used by cavalry in the Khitan army. Cast from stainless steel, this saber was sharper than the sabers used by ordinary soldiers, and it was more conducive to cavalry combat. On horseback, you can hold a knife with both hands to get the most out of it. The enemy next to the horse will be cut off by such a horse no matter what weapon is used, which can be called one of the strongest weapons of the cavalry.

What kind of people are the group of warriors in the Zhongshan Martial Arts Dojo in Lanzhou City, the Khitan war horses, and the weapons used by the Khitan soldiers. Ling Tianyun couldn't help but think about it, this group of warriors was not Khitan in terms of appearance, and why did they do this, although this was nothing in the Great Han Kingdom, but as a person in the Han Dynasty, this group of warriors was obviously a taboo. Although Ling Tianyun still had some doubts, he vaguely felt as if he had missed something, as if he always felt that something was wrong.

It's just that Ling Tianyun didn't have time to think about it so much anymore, the warrior had already rushed to him with the cold wind in his hand. The saber raised by the warrior slashed towards Ling Tianyun like lightning, without any flashy movements. The saber made a "Huohuo" sound in the air, and in an instant, the warrior slashed at Ling Tianyun's body three or four times.