Fang Wen felt that he had given enough attention to the people of the Central Plains, and sent ten teams of people, each team had at least 500 people, and the teams maintained a distance of mutual support, so it was reasonable to say that it should be more than enough to deal with a group of dozens of high-rollers.

The fact was similar to Fang Wenyi's expectation, wherever the cavalry team went, most of the Central Plains fled from the wind, and there were only small-scale encounters, but a team of 500 people encountered a strong enemy.

There was only one man, and when he came on his lone sword, the cavalry thought it was ridiculous, so instead of resorting to the more proficient long-range tactics, they drew their scimitars one after another, intending to cut down the arrogant challenger from their horses.

By the time the swordsman broke into the team, it was too late to shoot an arrow.

The cavalrymen were ashamed to mention the battle scene at that time, but the shame was engraved on their faces, and there was no way to hide it.

The swordsman wrote a word on each of the more than seventy horsemen, and each wounded man would shout a number to make the other party remember the order, and in this way put together a short letter of challenge.

As soon as these people returned to the barracks, they were left in a large tent by the military advisor, and they were forbidden to go out, but the rumors continued to flourish uncontrollably.

There was still a short time before dark, Nie Zeng had nothing to do, sitting in his small tent, thinking to himself how amazing this person's swordsmanship should be, but he was a killer, and he couldn't ask around about the details of the time like ordinary people, and he didn't have a strong friend among the young killers, so he could exchange views in private.

He hoped that someone would answer the doubts in his heart, and after thinking about it, he could find only one person.

This is not a good idea, Nie Zeng thought in his heart, and his footsteps still involuntarily walked towards the tent, he was not only interested in the head of Qingcheng - although the Dragon King and the military advisor did not admit it, everyone in the military camp believed that the swordsman who came and went without a trace must be Liu Qingpu.

There was a crisp laugh from the tent, knowing that it was an old woman, Nie Zeng was still blushing and heartbeat when he heard it, and turned to leave, when a man's voice said: "Take advantage of the excitement, how can you leave in disappointment?" Little brother, come in, we are talking about you. ”

Nie Zeng raised his left hand and scratched his sideburns twice, and walked in ruthlessly.

Han Wuxian sat on the soft couch, her legs elegantly tilted to the side, her long skirt reached to her ankles, she was finally willing to put on shoes, not the common leather boots of grassland women, but a pair of small embroidered shoes.

Nie Zeng hurriedly looked away.

Shangguan Yun was the owner of this tent, but he was sitting on a chair a few steps away, smiling, "The team that hunted the traitors of Xiaoyue Hall has gathered again, it's good, I'm talking to Hall Master Han about the next step." ”

"Xiao Nie is back as the Dragon King's guard, I'm afraid he won't have the energy to act with us anymore. Han Wuxian said politely, compared to her usual warm and greasy voice, this could be regarded as cold.

"Energetic. Nie Zeng hurriedly said, "As long as I talk to the Dragon King." ”

Han Wuxian held his long hair in both hands and said without raising his head, "You have something on your mind." ”

"Well, a little. ”

"Hehe, that's right, Hall Master Han is a master at resolving his thoughts. ”

"What does it have to do with me, he's here for you. ”

"No, no, I'm here too...... Han Tang Master's. ”

The smile on Han Wuxian's face was a little more, he raised his eyes and swept slightly, and his voice returned to his usual gentleness, "You have fallen in love." ”

Nie Zeng's face was red, "Nonsense, I didn't ......"

Shangguan Yun stroked his palms and smiled, "Little brother doesn't need to blush, in the face of a beautiful woman like Hall Master Han, even I am moved." ”

"It's you who is talking nonsense. Han Wuxian was not angry, but sighed lightly, "How can an old beauty with a cloak and hair be compared to a little girl with eyes like jewels?"

Shangguan Yun remembered who Han Wuxian was talking about, "Is the Dragon King's guard Tie Linglong?" and Little Brother Nie are really a beautiful pair, but there are proud and arrogant little girls everywhere, and there is only one first-class 'old beauty' in heaven and earth. ”

Seeing that the two of them were flirting and scolding each other more and more, Nie Zeng interjected: "I actually want to ask you about the Dragon King's martial arts...... How tall is it?"

"What do you care about this? It's not something to talk about. Shangguan Yun was slightly surprised, and even lowered his voice.

Nie Zeng's face was flushed, but his expression was even more resolute, "You all said that you are not a subordinate of the Dragon King, what can't you talk about?"

Han Wuxian laughed a few times, "I like this kid, but it's a pity that he won't carry me anymore." ”

Nie Zeng didn't answer, for fear that he would accidentally be grabbed by this crazy woman.

Shangguan Yun coughed, "You are a killer, you should understand a truth, the Dragon King has never been a martial arts master, but he is a master of killing, so, what do you want to know?"

"But the level of martial arts is not unrelated to the level of killing, right? In the Western Regions, the two are clearly distinguished, but to the people of the Central Plains, they seem to be the same thing. Nie Zeng was familiar with the difference between a killer and a martial arts person, but what he had seen and heard since entering the Dragon Court had changed his mind, and he had more doubts in his heart.

He came to Shangguan Yun to seek answers because he heard that the three young masters of Jinpeng Fort had traveled extensively in the Central Plains when he was young.

Shangguan Yun's eyes widened in surprise and said to Han Wuxian, "I'm starting to like him too." ”

Han Wuxian smiled and said nothing, handing over all the responsibilities of answering questions to Shangguan Yun.

"Even in the Western Regions, martial arts and murder cannot be completely separated. Shangguan Yun Zhengse said, no longer treating Nie Zeng as an ignorant teenager, "Jinpeng Fort is the number one killer, and his martial arts are also the first. ”

"But he never killed the Dragon King. ”

Shangguan Yun sighed, "This is a mistake by Jinpeng Castle, to put it bluntly, from the Dubu King downward, including me, a series of mistakes have been made. Let's not talk about the things before, when the dragon king fled with the lotus girl, Jinpeng Castle only felt ashamed, few people took these two killers seriously, and the Dubu King at that time had already begun to formulate a plan for hegemony, so he entrusted the task of chasing and killing to his sword master, but the dragon king was unharmed, but the pursuer died cleanly. ”

Shangguan Yun didn't have a smile on his face, he was a person who was willing to reflect, and he made no secret of his past mistakes, "The Dragon King stole the Daoless Divine Skill, I don't know where to get the Great Jue Sword Sutra, these two miraculous skills have a greater impact than the mistakes of Jinpeng Castle, for a long time, the pursuers regarded the Dragon King as a relatively good killer, but I didn't expect that his martial arts have far exceeded the level of ordinary Jinpeng killers, if it weren't for the profound martial arts as the foundation, the Dragon King would still have no way out." ”

"Then Jinpeng Castle found out. ”

"I know, but at this time Jinpeng Fort has changed, Dubu King does not want to be the king of killers anymore, he wants to turn the nickname of the rivers and lakes into a real king recognized by all countries, as the first step of the long-term plan, Jinpeng Fort began to dilute the role of the killer, and the energy is used to form an army, but the transformation can not be achieved overnight, between the killer and the army, there will always be a swing. ”

Shangguan Yun bent his arms and palms upward, shaking his head and laughing, as if recalling his childish mistakes as a child, "The Dragon King is very lucky, he encountered the most hesitant stage of Jinpeng Castle, and the heavens are also favoring him, allowing him to find the land of incense when he fled. That's it, the dragon king can live until now, his superb martial arts and killing methods are great, and the most important factor is luck. If you want to know how strong the dragon king's martial arts really are, I can only tell you that his luck is the strongest. ”

"Because you are the third young master of Jinpeng Castle. Nie Zeng was not so easy to deceive, "So you refuse to admit the power of the Dragon King." ”

"Hehe, of course, believe it or not, you choose it yourself, but there are some facts that no one can deny, the Dragon King is only in his early twenties, and he has only practiced for more than ten years, except for a Great Jue Sword Sutra, there is no unique exercise, unless you believe that the Sword Sutra is invincible in the world, and can be achieved quickly, no one will think that the Dragon King's martial arts will be the strongest. ”

Nie Zeng thought for a while, "Everyone is talking about the swordsmanship of the head of Qingcheng, who is more powerful between him and Dubu King?"

"No wonder you came to me, it's a coincidence, I have a lot of contacts with the Qingcheng faction, and I know a little bit about this Liu master, if I'm not mistaken, his swordsmanship is not as good as the Dubu King, and it is probably on par with the Dragon King. ”

"But he can use his sword to tattoo words on the forehead of the cavalry, isn't this a magical swordsmanship?"

Han Wuxian interjected, "I can perform more magical martial arts, but I never dare to say that I am more powerful than the Dubu King." ”

Nie Zeng was pondering the meaning of his words, and Shangguan Yun smiled: "Don't think about it, Master Liu is not an ordinary person, but he is not a top master, and the person with the tattoo on his forehead is definitely not him." ”

"Not him?" Nie Zeng had already formed a mindset, so he looked very surprised.

"At least it's not Liu Qingpu, the head of the Qingcheng faction I know, the tattoo on his forehead is just a gimmick, but this person can come and go freely in front of five hundred cavalry, regardless of courage and martial arts, he is definitely first-class, I really hope to see him compete with the Dragon King, so that your questions can also be answered." ”

"The dragon king will accept the contest. Nie Zeng said this, even he didn't understand where the confidence came from, and then he turned to Han Wuxian, biting his lower lip and hesitating for a moment before saying, "Can you teach me light skills?"

Shangguan Yun smiled silently, this young man still didn't trust Jinpeng Castle, and would rather worship the Xiaoyue Hall Master who knew little about him as a teacher, rather than learn the magic skills of the Dubu King.

Han Wuxian didn't show any surprise at all, "Will you have dinner tonight?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Then I will also teach you light martial arts, as well as a lot of magical martial arts, so that you can easily defeat the little girl with green eyes and the beautiful little followers around her, but I have one condition. ”

Nie Zeng had already thought of it, "I'll find another stool." ”

"Well, go ahead, I'll need it soon. ”

Nie Zeng walked out of the tent, he wanted to become more powerful, but it had nothing to do with being jealous, the Dragon King was his goal.

It was another person who was jealous, and Old Man Mu suddenly jumped in front of him, clenching his fist and pointing at Nie Zeng, "Why did my mother-in-law run to his tent?"

"I don't know. Nie Zeng dodged around and walked quickly towards the Dragon King's tent, it was getting dark, and he had to perform the duties of a personal guard.

Tie Linglong came earlier than him, looked at him coldly, and whispered: "The Dragon King doesn't need two personal guards, when we compete, the loser will automatically withdraw." ”

"Good. Nie Zeng also replied coldly, suddenly he didn't dare to look directly at those green eyes, he secretly complained to Han Wuxian, and shoehorned an impossible idea into his heart, so that he wouldn't like this arrogant little girl.

The two walked into the tent together, and just as they heard the military advisor ask in bewilderment, "The slave girl that the old Khan left to the dragon king? What does this mean? Just for her, does the dragon king accept the challenge?"

(To be continued)