"Be patient, Honorable Shaman, how do you tell us to endure? Just now we were still discussing, how to eat the caravan of the Han Kingdom in one bite, and use the goods they brought to make up for the loss of wintering migration, we can't give up halfway, right?"

The old shaman searched for a voice and saw the man who spoke, his mane as bright red as a burning flame, and knew that he was the chief's favorite youngest son, otherwise he would not be eligible for a chieftain-level meeting.

He secretly wondered in his heart: "Usually this little guy knows how to be polite, but now he is the first to speak, it is difficult to say that he is not the chief behind the instructions." I've got to be careful. ”

Thinking of this, the old shaman calmed down, he was just frightened by the casual reaction of the "shaman" from the Han Kingdom, in fact, all the barbarians have the same idea, but he has experienced a lot, and his attitude is more cautious and conservative.

"There is a mother-like prairie, the number of tribes is as many as the stars in the sky, and there are countless warriors who ride a thousand horses and archers who walk through the poplars in a hundred steps. However, even the proudest people have to admit that the shaman who conveys the instructions of the gods and has all kinds of magical abilities is the strongest person in the grassland. Therefore, the warriors of the Bloodhoof family, don't underestimate the shaman from the Han Kingdom. Forgive me for saying a discouraged word, maybe he alone can clean up our tribe. ”

When the old shaman said this, he immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of many people present, but the prestige he had accumulated was so great that no one dared to challenge it head-on.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu, who was staying in the sheepskin tent assigned to him and was packing his luggage, couldn't help but sneeze, he gently rubbed his nose and cursed secretly: "Someone is saying bad things about me? ”

The big tent of the Eagle-hoof tribe, the young leader heard the words of the old shaman, his face was a little indignant, they didn't dare to talk back to the old man, so they turned their heads to look at the chief, but unfortunately the host of this meeting had already closed his eyes and didn't want to get involved at all.

"The cunning old man, who is obviously the strongest warrior in the tribe, does not dare to face the old shaman, pretending to ignore nothing, not knowing anything, and there will be no loss of status due to mistakes. ”

The young son of the chieftain, who was full of anger, thought about it carefully, and suddenly stood up: "As long as the shaman of the Han Kingdom is solved, the tribe can eat this caravan in one bite." I can understand that, right?"

The old shaman was silent, and the chief did not react, as if he was asleep, and as for the others, they were all good at seeing the direction of the wind. At first, he was worried about the conflict between the respected old shaman and the chief, but now seeing the development of the situation, he began to suspect that the two were colluding to take the throne of the Bloodhoof family's flame mane.

No one dared to grab the old shaman's position, but the chief's throne, according to tribal tradition, everyone had a chance, so everyone stopped talking.

There was a shaman of the Han Kingdom in the caravan, which had never happened before, and these barbarian leaders who had dealt with the Han Kingdom could not be cautious, since the youngest son of the chieftain's family rushed to the front, many people were keen to see it.

The old shaman saw the little fellow of the Bloodhoof family running out of the tent in a hurry, and fearing that he would not even be able to stick to the corners of his opponent's clothes, followed him out.

He thought about it carefully, and there would be no room for his own action, so he stretched out his hand and called the disciple who guarded the safety of the chieftain, a shaman apprentice who was born with a white crescent on his forehead, was enlightened by wisdom when he was young, and had a high talent to communicate with the patron saint of the tribe, the white fang of the Iron Hoof family!

The Bloodhoof Chief pushed open the thick cloth door of the big tent and walked out, and when he saw the little shaman who had been by his side all the year round following his grumpy little son, he was worried that the two would suffer a loss if they joined forces, so he also sent out the archers who were proficient in archery among his followers.

The tribal leaders who witnessed the incident from beginning to end had all kinds of feelings floating in their hearts, many people secretly rejoiced, and many more watched coldly.

After a while, the flame mane of the Bloody Hoof family ran to Ye Zhiqiu's tent, and the hot blood that was boiling in his body was blown by the wind along the way, and it had already cooled down, but he was very clear that he had no way back, so he could only continue with his head.

"Shaman from the Han Kingdom, I am the strongest warrior of the Eagle Hoof Tribe, in order to prove your strength, let's have a fair competition. ”

Ye Zhiqiu was bathing at this time, using hot water to wash away the fatigue and dust of the long journey, and he didn't want to pay attention to these trivial things, but he had the heart to dig out the root of the barbarian centaurization, so he was a little moved.

He stood up directly in the bathtub, but instead of being naked, he washed his clothes together, in order to save trouble!

Ye Zhiqiu walked out of the bathtub and walked out of the sheepskin tent barefoot, dripping water all over his body, which not only made the youngest son of the tribe chieftain Bloodhoof's family look straight in the eyes, but even the arrows of the little shaman's white fangs and archeryman's hand-splitting hoof family were also dislocated in surprise, not to mention the many good deeds nearby.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't react, but he was worried that the grassland weather in late autumn would not be treated well with water, and he was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he immediately transported the qi in his body to vent out.

With a "whew", Ye Zhiqiu's body seemed to erupt as a volcano, not only the wet hair, but even the moisture in the inner and outer clothes turned into hot white steam between breaths, venting out to the surroundings.

Such a magical scene frightened the inexperienced little shaman White Fang back three steps, involuntarily pulled away from it, and then observed.

On the contrary, the flame mane and the archer who came to challenge did not dodge, but the look of surprise on their faces could not fade.

Ye Zhiqiu witnessed the movements of the three barbarian centaurs, and after looking at their clothes, he probably guessed the intention of the challenger who came to the door, so he nodded lightly and stretched out his hand to point to the flame mane who spoke.

"With your strength, it's too far away. Why don't you go up together, I'm in a hurry. ”

The youngest son of the Bloodhoof Chief was almost mad by Ye Zhiqiu's words, after the warrior who regarded himself very highly, there was always an inexplicable vanity and superiority, he originally wanted to "give way", as for now, Flame Mane just wanted to use his stone spear to penetrate the chest of the Han shaman and shatter his heart in order to let out this evil breath.

Ye Zhiqiu saw the other party puff up his chest and shouted: "I'm enough for one person." ”

"Young people, don't easily refuse the kindness of others. The gap between you and me is too big. With the shaman's spells and the archer's bow and arrow, you have the power to parry. ”

Bloodhoof's youngest son, Flame Mane, was already mad, and his arrogant personality met even more crazy people, and he was already very restrained if he didn't run away on the spot.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu watched his opponent almost lose his mind by being provoked by his two or three words, and laughed secretly in his heart.

"I used the demonic nature and resentment that I practiced with the Pure Heart and Tranquility Technique, supplemented by the Nightmare Prayer Technique, and used it to curse the opponent, and it had such a miraculous effect! Sure enough, there are no useless Taoist techniques in the world, only useless monks and Taoists. ”

The madness of the flame mane and bloody hooves, the little shaman with white teeth and iron hooves vaguely sensed the trick, but he was inexperienced, and he didn't dare to determine whether it was a good thing done by the shaman of the Han Kingdom, or the nature of the youngest son of the chief's family, which could not be provoked.

"I'd better keep watching. If something really isn't right, it's not too late to stop it. Let him suffer a little, maybe it will be more effective. ”

Ye Zhiqiu found that the only barbarian shaman present who could see through this matter was indifferent, and the smile on his face was even more.

Flamemane Bloody Hoof was stimulated by the hot blood in his body, and he roared without saying a word, rushing towards the position where Ye Zhiqiu was standing, thus revealing this contest that both sides were looking forward to, or it could also be called a temptation.

Ye Zhiqiu faced the wild charge of the barbarian centaurs with arrogant faces, and unhurriedly stretched out his hand, forcibly broke off a piece of wood from the doorpost of the sheepskin tent behind him, and then broke it with force.

The Witch Dao Forbidden Finger Substitute was suddenly activated, and the mana turned into an invisible axe, slashing towards the front hooves of the Flame Mane Blood Hoof.

If you are other barbarian elites who are very sensitive to danger, they may find out with their beast-like intuition, and even avoid them in advance, but at this time, the flame mane and blood hooves have already been confused by Ye Zhiqiu's nightmare prayer technique, and they continue to rush forward without dodging or dodging, and they are suddenly hit by the prohibition of the substitution of things, and the horse stumbles and falls to the ground, gnawing a mouth full of stinky mud on the spot, angry and anxious, and simply faints to death, after all, it is too embarrassing.

Because he started quickly and had enough momentum, even if he accidentally fell to the ground, his strong body still slid forward.

Ye Zhiqiu carefully checked the unevenness of the ground, there was enough friction coefficient, and it was estimated that the first opponent lying on the corpse would not touch him, so he stood still in place.

His gaze swept over the centaur shaman and the archer, so that the two barbarians who were about to move did not dare to move in the slightest.

The "corpse" of the flame-maned bloody hooves continued to slide forward, and just when all the barbarians expected him to crash and kill the Han shaman, this siege vehicle of no small weight actually stopped in front of the opponent, and the distance was no more than two fingers.

One of the tribe's best marksmen, the Arrows Cracked Hoofs felt very uncomfortable: "It's just a little bit! ”

Ye Zhiqiu was vaguely aware of his thoughts, and most of the barbarians around him felt the same way, so he couldn't help laughing, and then laughed quite presumptuously.

The laughter is so harsh, but the barbarians who cherish heroes and heroes have a very simple look.

Ye Zhiqiu's performance just now, whether it was a magical shaman spell, or an amazing courage, courage, and eyesight, completely conquered them!

Cheers rang out, at first piecemeal, then in a patch.

Ye Zhiqiu stood in place silently, his gaze skipped over the first opponent who pretended to be dead, turned to the barbarian shaman with a white crescent mark on his forehead, and then lightly hooked his fingers!

"Come on!"