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The next morning, we set off in full gear. Sure enough, this inn was chartered by their group, and the swordsmen at the door were all companions, about thirty people, which was a big team for today's civilian expeditions.

The group of people from the eastern continent have all changed into riding costumes today. It is said that the appearance of this garment was modeled after the clothing of the shepherds, and although it was true that it looked much more convenient and athletic than their previous clothes, the ornate embroidery was still their aesthetic at first glance.

Yang Zhuoxi seemed to be in poor health and wanted to take a carriage, and Peng Zhixiong accompanied him inside. Originally, Yang Zhuoxi also warmly invited Mo Zhiyu, but Mo Zhiyu was made big by the system last night, and he didn't want to fight anymore, so he simply rode a horse and chatted with Dawa about the desert by the way.

Then a crowd of people marched out of the gate, so loud that pedestrians and roadside vendors avoided it, but they were stopped as soon as they left the gate.

It's a person.

"Warning! Suspected of being a godborn! As soon as the system said this, Mo Zhiyu looked at this person more carefully. Looking at the figure, this person is thinner than him, and he is also dressed in a popular style in the Western Continent, but the headscarf and scarf wrap his face tightly, revealing a pair of bright eyes. But behind him was a large knife that did not fit his body, and the hilt was not usually located behind his shoulder, but behind his waist.

Dawal took the reins of his horse and shouted in shepherd's voice, "Who is it?" ”

"Knife man." The man spoke, his voice a little hoarse, and he felt that he was still a teenager in the stage of voice change.

Dawa glanced at the two large flags behind him, one embroidered with a wolf, which was the flag of their swordsman team; The other side is embroidered with a cross sword, which is the symbol of Tianjian Mountain. With these two banners, you can scare away the vast majority of bad people on the road.

He seemed to think that the kid in front of him was too immature and didn't understand the rules, so he felt a little old looking at a rookie, and said with a smile: "Child, do you know who we are?" ”

"You know, you're short of swordsmen." Surprisingly, this young man spoke very hard and categorically.

Dawa smiled again and said, "We have enough men, let's find something else, kid." ”

"I have a knife." The boy looked up at Dawa as his right hand pressed back against the hilt.

Dawa smiled happily in the corners of his eyes, as if a male lion saw the lion cub baring its fangs at him: "We all have knives." ”

When he said this, the swordsmen behind him laughed collectively, and this scene was enough to make a newcomer run away in embarrassment. But Mo Zhiyu looked at the young man in front of him, but he was neither humble nor arrogant, he still held the knife in his hand, not loose or tight, if it was a god, he really had this kind of confidence.

"What's the grunt in front of you, and you're not on the road yet?" Later, Yang Zhuoxi and their guards roared dissatisfied, it should be their master who was dissatisfied, after all, what they were saying now was shepherd's language.

Dawa replied "immediately" in Donglu language, and was about to ignore the young man's reins on the road, but the young man pulled out the big knife behind him with a "bang", bluffing all the swordsmen into holding down their weapons, which is the normal vigilance of people who run the rivers and lakes all year round. Mo Zhiyu didn't react, because he couldn't feel the murderous aura from this young man.

"Three moves," said the boy, "just one person, beat me within three moves, and I'll go." ”

"What a big breath." A swordsman beside Dawa also pulled out his knife with a bang and jumped off the horse, "Boy, Lao Tzu let you understand, what are the rules of the rivers and lakes." "His name is Dan Batel, and he has been with Dawa for a few days, and he is also a somewhat famous swordsman in the Western Continent.

"Good!" The boy let out a low snort, his voice hoarse, but unabated, and naturally took a few steps back, exiting a more relaxed field.

"Arrogant boy." Dan Batel shouted wildly and swung his knife forward, his momentum like a rainbow. But the young man just took a step back, raised the big knife that was extremely disproportionate to him with one hand, and with a movement of his wrist, he bounced Dan Battle's fierce attack away with one sword, and then said calmly: "First move." ”

"Ingenuity, this is not like a move that the Shepherd Knife Maker likes to use." Mo Zhiyu looked at it with interest, "It's really a smart person, you have to behave calmly at this time." Dawa heard Mo Zhiyu's analysis, and with a puzzled face, he paid more attention to this competition.

Nadan Battle was defeated at the first move, and was taunted by his companions, so angry that he immediately screamed and slashed forward, and this knife was enough to kill a wild boar. But the young man raised his knife to block head-on, and while holding the knife, his body moved to the side, and Dan Batel's strength suddenly became unstable. The boy took another step forward and struck Dan Bartel with the force of his elbow, and Dan Bartel suddenly fell to the side, and fell to the side.

The boy said, "Second move." ”

The stability of the lower plate, the explosiveness of the arms, and the dexterity and accuracy of the wrist required this time are not possible with the current ink delirium, so he couldn't help but look at the teenager carefully, but the teenager was full of the word "ordinary" from head to toe.

Danbatel got up from the ground, spat out the mud, and with a fire in his heart, he even shouted the shepherd's swearing: "Asuchara, don't be all this nonsense, fight like a man!" ”

"Okay." The boy replied simply, and finally with the knife in both hands, he slashed at the swordsman in one fell swoop. The swordsman rushed forward with his sword, and when the sound sounded, he had already struck several times in a row, and both sides were quick to slash.

"Uncle Dawa, take this person." Mo Zhiyu spoke to Dawa again, in the language of a shepherd.

Dawa looked at Mo Zhiyu with a little surprise, but shook his head and expressed disbelief: "Dan Batel didn't lose. ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at the two people in the competition again, and his smile was a little mature that was not commensurate with his age: "The two moves just now Dan Batel used great strength, and he already lost in terms of physical strength, and now the quick slash is also extremely exhausting." You see, every blow he strikes is almost in the same place, wearing down the same muscles as Dan Battle. ”

Dawa followed him as he looked into the field, his eyes gradually revealing surprise, and by the time he finished analyzing this section of Ink Delirium, Danbatel had already been forced to retreat several steps. When he reacted and was about to fight back, the young man made another move, and he resisted as usual, but he could hear: "Dang!" ”

In the sound of the two knives striking each other, his hand was out of force for a moment, and he couldn't hold the knife steadily, and in a moment of surprise, the young man stabbed his knife again, and directly slashed his knife out, and the huge knife was on his neck.

The scene was quiet for a while, and Arima sneezed.

Dawa looked at Mo Zhiyu again, with appreciation in his eyes, and said in the shepherd's words: "Mo Shaoxia, if you are a swordsman, you must be an excellent swordsman. ”

Mo Zhi smiled and replied to the shepherd's words: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

(End of chapter)