He moved! Mu Mingrui rushed towards the man with a thunderbolt, holding the wooden stick given by the slave owner in his hand, and turned back to a stick.
"Ugh...it hurts me so much!" The man stepped back in fear, but seeing the people nearby cheering for him, he could only grit his teeth, rush forward, spread his arms and legs to hug Mu Mingrui, and People fell to the ground like this.
"Drink!" Mu Mingrui's left foot kicked his left foot to the man's crotch, and the man was entangled and could not move. He only heard the sound of "咚!", The man yelled in pain, rolling aside.
"Cut ..." Mu Mingrui spoke water, clenched his fists, sitting on the man's fat belly, beating his face.
Blow
Blow
Blow
After three consecutive blows, the man's face was covered in blood and flesh, and he kept shouting for mercy.
"Huh? Why does this man speak Imperial dialect so fluently?" Mu Mingrui wondered to himself, could it be that he was also captured and brought to the grassland to be a slave?
Thinking of this, Mu Mingrui stood up, patted the ashes on the man's shoulders, and helped him up.
"Are you also the empire?" Mu Mingrui asked whispered.
"Yes...yes...who are you?" The man touched his swollen and sore face and asked softly.
"My name is Mu Mingrui, and I was caught this morning."
"What is my name ... Zhao Hongyan, originally wanted to go to Zhang Qingmeng, who knows, was caught by those people ..." The man smiled thickly, he was Zhao Hongyan.
The two said on the ring, which can cause the audience's dissatisfaction, all kinds of scolding and noisy sounds.
"I surrender! Surrender!" Zhao Hongyan raised his hands and said painfully.
"Now it is announced that the thin South people wins, and the slave owner and the gambling person will receive the bonus!" The host who was standing high shouted.
The two men walked off the stage together, and the next game was about to begin.
"The two people below, one is the hero general of Ohwazabi, the Hershville Hanya, who is not as a slave, but in the war as a warrior!"
After the host said that, a fat man with well-proportioned muscles rushed out of the fence and kicked it into pieces. This man had a thick beard on his face and weighed about 2,780 kilograms. He could be exhausted in a day. Three horses, it is said that he can use one hand to flatten three hazards, the hero of the Heshville family praised by people.
"Then the southern people participated in the competition as a slave ..." The host vomited contempt, signaling people to open the fence on the other side.
A beautiful young man with a smooth and white face, sharp and sharp features, deep black eyes, and a charming luster slowly walked out. His upper body was bare, his lower body was covered with tiger skin, and his hands were empty. A few seconds a few seconds after being bought by Zhao Hongyan's slave owner, Zhang Qingmeng, a cheap southerner.
"Well!" Hanya showed a contempt expression and screamed loudly: "What happened this year's opponents? Even this kind of child can come up!"
Qingmeng looked around, hugging his body a little shy, after all, this was the first time by so many people, and now that it is winter, he must be cold and unbearable.
However, Han Ya not only wasn't cold inside, but instead fanned himself with his hands: "It's so hot!"
"The game begins! Please two go to the middle of the ring!" the host shouted loudly.
Hangya still looks like a must -have. Slowly walking in front of the stage, Qing Meng was afraid or because of cold, and he couldn't stop.
"Boy, are you weaning?" Hangya laughed, and the audience couldn't help laughing.
Qing Meng looked at Han Ya coldly, and it seemed that he couldn't attack. He was waiting for Hanya to attack in the Hanya, and then used strategies to subdue him.
Seeing Qingmeng in Hangya had no response, he moved slowly, and suddenly a right -fist, Qing Meng hurriedly dodged.
Wow! It was as if a strong wind blew over Qing Meng's left cheek. Qing Meng was a little unsteady on his feet. If he was hit, the consequences would be disastrous!
"Well ... have you avoided it? It's really underestimated!" Hanya looked at his fist in surprise, and then became serious.
Outside the door, Ji Dongli touched the teenager Bog like touching the animals, while Bog did not move meekly -he seemed to like this!
"Little brother, your belly is so warm, and it is so clean. I can't see it as a grassland!" Ji Dongli said with a smile.
"I ... I am a Angwa!" Bugg said with a blushing face.
Father Zhang looked stupid. If this was not a fifteen -year -old boy, he would definitely think that this woman's water -based poplar.
"By the way, how are Qingmeng and the others doing?" Father Zhang asked worriedly.
"Yes! Mu Mingrui asked me to forget it!" Ji Dongli shouted in Buger's ear.
"Uh, Geqi, my ears hurt so much...can you speak a little softer?" Bugs said soothingly.
"Ah ... what can I do to save the two of them?" Ji Dongli sighed, stretching the magic paw out of the belly of Bug.
Big asked something strangely what happened, and Ji Dongli and Zhang Father talked about them from beginning to end.
In the arena, the attacks of Qi in the Hanya were easily avoided by the southern people in front of this. He couldn't wait to eat the southern people in front of him. No one never let this hero suffer such insult!
The host and the audience were stunned. I did not expect that there were people who could stand on the stage in the stage who could escape the inner movement of Hanya. Now the people who bet on the stage have begun to shake, nearly 100%gambled in Hanya in Hanya. People now have to consider whether to give up the bet, even if it means losing some money, and bet on that southerner?
"It's not very good like a mouse!" Han Ya was so angry that the stone was shattered on the stage. .
Hangya exposed all the flaws, and gently stepped back.
"Good opportunity!" Qing Meng thought to himself in his heart, and rushed to Hanya barefoot. As long as he hit his eyes or lower body, there should be a chance of winning in this game!
"Ah!" Just when he thought it was inevitable, the sudden pain made him shocked, and everyone present was shocked -on the slate on the shattered slate in Hangya, scattered large and small The small sharp stone, he deliberately lured Qing Meng forward!
The blood of Qingmeng's feet was full of blood, and he couldn't support half of his knees on the ground. Han Ya didn't let any chance;
"Oh!" With the blunt sound of hitting his head, Qing Meng flew to the audience, and he couldn't hold his head with blood, exuding heat, and the slave owner quickly asked the doctor to take it away -after all, this was leased.
"Very good, now I announced that Heshville Hanya won!
Heshville Willerd, the chief of Zabi Bibi, was extremely happy. He went to the stage and wiped sweat in Hanya: "It is worthy of being a descendant of the Heshville family, willing to bless you!"
Then he signaled a few sons to come up to issue bonuses and food with him.
The eldest son of Heshville Boao is 30 years old and is considered the next chief.
The second son of Heshville Buyu is 23 years old, and his martial arts are superb.
Heshville Bulu three sons are 17 years old, and there are few learned people on the grassland.
"Huh? Why are there just the three of you? Where are the four brats?" Wilfred asked the three of them.
"Dad, the fourth brother went out when he first opened. It seemed to be afraid of seeing bloody scenes. Such people really embarrassed our family!" Boao replied forward.
"Joke! As my Angeva, the descendants of the Haishville family, how can there be such a weak and incompetent generation!" Welphord roared a little angrily.
"Abba! Bug is back!" Blue said happily. He has the best relationship with this younger brother - on the contrary, the eldest son has the worst relationship with this younger brother.
"Boog, where have you been?" Wilfred said majestically.
"Go out, I can't bear to see this bloody scene ..." Bog stared at his leather boots.
"Can't bear to see such a bloody scene? Are you kidding me! You are an Anjiwa, a descendant of Hesheville Luban Road. You can't even see such a scene. How will you manage the grassland in the future?" Wilfred shouted angrily.
"I believe that managing the grassland should not be done with knives or guns, but like using whips to drive away sheep. If we want Anjiwa people to live a happy life, we must first treat them gently." Buge did not flinch at all.
"Okay, okay ... I don't understand what your head is in your head from your birth, even this matter!" Wifeled still loved it.
"So, who are these two people behind you?" Wilfred noticed Zhang's father and Ji Dongli behind Bug.
"They are my friends, Abba. I think we should save their friends. Doesn't this reflect your magnanimity towards all ethnic groups?"
"What should we do?" Wilfred became interested.
Under Ji Dongli's search, he recognized Mu Mingrui, but Mu Mingrui insisted on taking the three people behind him - Zhao Hongyan, Chen Shei, and Yao Qiu.
"Yes, is there anyone else?" Wizes continued to ask.
"There is also a southerner named Zhang Qingmeng. He is the most important. He is the king of a southerner country. It may be useful for us to make friends with him!" Buge persuaded, and sure enough, Wilfred couldn't stand this. Seasoning, ordered to find this person.
"How is this person?" Han Ya, who was standing aside, asked.
Ji Dongli roughly described Qing Meng's appearance. At this time, Han Ya Nei became nervous and quietly said to Wilfred: "Could it be the southerner I just injured?"
Several people quickly came to the slave owner, and when they entered the house, they saw that it was indeed Zhang Qingmeng!
"Ah! Qing Meng!" Ji Dongli threw herself on Qing Meng's body, looked at the serious injury on her head, and cursed angrily: "Which bastard did it!"
Han Yanei knew that this man might be helpful to his tribe, so he took a step back with a guilty conscience.
"Well! Please rest assured, I will send our tribal doctors to treat him!" Weverled said silently.
Father Zhang was sobbing. He thought it was because of him that everyone had hurt the current level.
"Don't cry, if you weren't for us, Ji Dongli would ask us to travel?" Mu Mingrui pulled up his father and said angrily.
"Mu Mingrui, let go, this is the father of Qingmeng!" Ji Dongli cried.
"Is this kind of person worthy of his father?" Mu Mingrui looked at Zhang's father and answered angrily.
"Inside ... Is this man Zhang Qingmeng?" Zhao Hongyan asked quietly.
"Yes, he is Zhang Qingmeng!" Mu Mingrui said sighed.
"Kill me, I am indeed not worthy of being a father!" Zhang's father cried.
"You guys, do you think I dare not?" Mu Mingrui's Coiling Dragon Golden Spear is in Xiaobeicheng. If it were in his hands now, he would stab Zhang's father to death without hesitation.
"Enough!" Weverled yelled, and these people calmed down. "Now when it is not internal, you should let him raise it for a while. After the injury is cured, he will meet me and send someone to send you back! "
Big's jealous look at Qing Meng, really a sinful man, can make the sister in front of him crying for him to this point -sure, this called Zhang Qingmeng's man is his rival!
They lived in Hopte for a few days. The chiefs of the Hopte Department learned about the incident and sent doctors to help. Both chiefs wanted to meet the king named Zhang Qingmeng.
Ji Dongli and Zhang Father stayed in front of the dream bed, while Mu Mingrui sat outside the door to guard.
One day, Qing Meng woke up.
"Qing Meng! I am so worried about you!" Ji Dongli hugged Qing Meng.
Mu Mingrui also rushed into the house: "Dreams, what's going on now?"
Father Zhang didn't speak, but looked at Qing Meng's dull eyes and confused expression with some confusion.
Qing Meng pushed Ji Dongli away abruptly and said in a daze:
"who are you?"
To be continued…
