Martial arts: In the desert, learn from the Seven Monsters

Chapter 14 The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River
Genghis Khan and Sang Kun were the most important leaders of the two camps present. As soon as Sang Kun stood up, everyone present stopped their movements and looked at them.

Hua Zheng, who was chatting happily, stood up immediately, took a glass of wine from the side, and stood next to Genghis Khan, even though the chat wasn't finished.

Seeing this, Genghis Khan quickly stood up and said with a smile.

"Brother Sangkun is too polite, Huazheng come and say hello to Uncle Sangkun."

Although Huazheng is usually savage, but at this time she also understands the general situation, and she immediately walked up to Sang Kun to say hello.

"Hello, Uncle Sangkun."

"Hello, niece Huazheng, you are really a good niece." Sang Kun laughed.

Sang Kun's tone was very kind, as if he was a family.

If ordinary people saw it, they would never have imagined that Temujin and Sangkun were deadly rivals in terms of tribal development.

Then the two drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.After saluting, Hua Zheng didn't say anything else, and turned around and returned to the seat next to Guo Jing.

Genghis Khan shook his head with a smile and said, "The little girl is really ignorant, and she doesn't know how to say a few more words to her uncle. Brother Sangkun, I hope you won't be offended."

"Where."

Sang Kun waved his hand, looking indifferent.

Gale paused for a moment, then continued.

"However, my son met a few heroes in the Dajin Kingdom before, and I must have seen a lot of these ordinary dances on weekdays. Why don't you call those heroes to show off now to add to the fun?"

"Oh? There is such a thing." Temujin showed an interested expression on his face.

"Du Shi, why don't you please come up soon?" Sang Kun said to Du Shi.

Du Shi heard the words and immediately replied.

"As ordered."

Toshi stood up and clapped his hands.

"Several good guys, come out."

Hearing the sound of clapping, four big men who were eating and drinking in a certain corner of the scene stood up.

The four big men came to the middle of the tent together, bowed their hands to Sangkun first, and then saluted Temujin.

Everyone couldn't see clearly what these people looked like in the corner, but after these people came forward, everyone could see that although these four people were dressed in Mongolian clothes, they looked like Han people in terms of appearance. .

But when everyone took a closer look, they couldn't help being surprised.

Because these people are really ugly.Although they were all quite tall, some had long cheeks, and some had sarcoma on their foreheads. In a word, they were ugly.

Seeing the faces of these people, Guo Jing almost spit out the half-eaten apple in his mouth.

There are so many heroes in the Central Plains martial arts, this bastard just picked these four things?Are you the leader of a big tribe who doesn't want to lose face?That is to say, if you want to find it, you have to find some handsome men and women of the Happy School to seduce your eyes.Guo Jing couldn't help thinking.

But he didn't know if there was a Happy School in this world.

"Report to the two leaders, we are the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River." The boss Shen Qinggang said.

There is no rule against carrying weapons in the Mongolian camp, so all of them held their own weapons.

Temujin obviously didn't expect these people to be so ugly, and he was taken aback by their ugly faces.But his heroic character immediately made him return to his normal expression.

"Those guys will start performing." Temujin said with a smile.At the same time, he glanced in Guo Jing's direction vaguely, but quickly looked away.

After the four ghosts of the Yellow River got the answer, they didn't talk nonsense, they sneered and deployed their weapons.

Although several of them looked ugly, they were still famous martial artists.

In this Mongolian camp that doesn't practice martial arts very much, it can be regarded as unique.

Without saying a word, several of them used what they had learned all their lives.

After all, the Four Ghost Masters of the Yellow River are also a prestigious school.

After a few people worked hard and moved, they really played well.

Regardless of the actual combat effect, the exquisite martial arts tricks and the exquisite use of weapons amazed the countless Mongolian generals present who had never practiced.

The four guards next to Genghis Khan Temujin watched and drew their swords.

Seeing some ugly Han Chinese in the Sangkun camp showing off their might here, they were upset, and immediately jumped up with their weapons in hand.

"Leader, it's not interesting to have four people fighting against themselves alone, why don't you join the four of us to make gestures together."

While speaking, the four personal guards beside Temujin rushed forward.

The four bodyguards were quite majestic among the Mongols. The four roared up and immediately formed a formation, surrounding the four ghosts of the Yellow River in the middle.

When the four ghosts of the Yellow River saw that the troublemaker was coming, they were not stage frightened, so they raised their weapons to meet them.

The eight quickly fought.

Guo Jing sat on the chair, watching the changes in the situation, an idiom suddenly popped up in his heart.

Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was aimed at Pei Gong.

The martial arts masters invited by the old guy Sang Kun must not be as simple as a simple performance, maybe it is the same as the Hongmen Banquet, a few people suddenly rushed to take down Genghis Khan directly.

Guo Jing glanced sideways at Hua Zheng who was watching the play.

Hua Zheng, a young girl of seventeen or eighteen, likes to watch these lively things, and she is clapping her hands and applauding now, not knowing that her father is actually in danger.

The martial arts of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River are not very strong, but for the four Mongolian men who don't know any martial arts at all, they are already considered very high martial arts.

A few people had already suppressed the four guards in less than a few rounds.

The four guards fought harder and harder, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

They are all elite soldiers selected from among the Mongolian soldiers. How could they have no way to deal with these four ordinary and ugly Han people?

They thought they could easily take down the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River and lose face of Sang Kun and the others.

Only now did they realize that although these people were ugly, they were capable.

"Hey, Boss, these Mongols thought we were easy to bully, and this opened their eyes."

Qian Qingjian, one of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, sneered.

Shen Qinggang, the soul-breaking knife, also showed a somewhat smug expression.

"That's right, let these Mongolian Tartars have a long experience of the power of the Central Plains martial arts."

Afterwards, Shen Qinggang lowered his voice and ordered in a low voice,

"But don't be in a hurry, wait for the old man Sangkun to send a signal, then let's quickly bring down these soldiers and catch Temujin directly."

"After the matter is completed, the Dajin Kingdom will give each of the brothers a high-ranking official. At that time, people in the rivers and lakes will no longer dare to underestimate us."

While talking, a few people imagined the beautiful life at that time, and couldn't help but sneered.

Hua Zheng couldn't help but ask Guo Jing,

"Is there anything wrong with these people? Do you still care about giggling when fighting?"

(End of this chapter)