Taiping Inn

An old man with white temples left Lao Han's golden tent and walked alone in the area where the kings lived. Although he did not carry a follower, he was not angry and powerful while walking, which made many guards look at each other.

The old man walked to Naitahan's palace as if no one was around, and the soldiers guarding the palace knelt down and saluted. Then soon a palace manager appeared in front of the door and personally led the old man to the palace. Before entering the main hall, Naita Khan, who was like a giant bear, had already come out on his own initiative. He first made a generous and full of energy and then opened his hands: "What a rare guest, I didn't expect the Deputy Chief Commander to arrive at the palace in person."

There were eleven powerful generals in the Qiexue Army, namely one large commander and ten commanderer. The rankings of the ten commanders are different. Halelen guards the four gates of the royal court, ranking last, while Cewang Alaba ranks fifth. As for this old man, his name is Celing, he ranks first in the ten commanders, second only to the commanders, so he is also known as the deputy commanders. Moreover, this person neither supported Mingli Khan nor Yaomu Huhan, so the kings always held a favorable attitude towards him and respected him very much.

When Ce Ling came to the main hall, the young and strong generals had disappeared. After Nai Tsai Khan asked Ce Ling to take his seat, he did not hold him to sit in the main seat, but sat opposite Ce Ling.

After the guest and host sat down, Naita Khan still looked honest and honest in his usual manner. He rubbed his big hands: "Deputy Chief Commander, since you are here in person, I think he has followed the will of Lao Khan."

Ce Ling was serious and had a solemn expression on his face, which made people unable to see anything. He just nodded: "I was indeed sent by Lao Khan."

Naitahan showed a bit of solemn expression on his face. He knew that Lao Han had not shown up for nearly two months, so it was the first time he sent someone out, so he could not ignore it.

Naitahan carefully considered his words and asked, "What are the instructions for Lao Khan?"

Ce Ling said silently with a stern face: "Old Khan already knows about the Central Plains Envoy and intends to summon this Central Plains Envoy, but it is not now. If the Central Plains Envoy turned into a corpse before Lao Khan summoned him, then the corpse would be turned. Send back to Liaodong.”

Naita Khan was not surprised. Lao Khan was the master of the royal court. This was not an empty talk. In the royal court, Lao Khan knew everything like a god, nor was it an empty talk.

Naitahan said in confusion: "When Lao Khan knew about the Central Plains envoy, he would know the reactions of Yao Mu Hu Khan and Mingli Khan. I wonder what Lao Khan's attitude towards these two kings?"

Ce Ling said, "Old Khan did not express his opinion, but he acquiesced to what the two kings did."

Naitahan gently squeezed his finger: "This Central Plains envoy is cunning, has unknown origin, and has extremely high force. Unlike an envoy, deputy commander, you have been guarding the old Khan for many years. Can you see us together In terms of killing the enemy, please reveal some other details to me?”

Ce Ling said, "I heard that the Central Plains envoy gave two thousand taels of gold to seek his visit."

Naitahan laughed and said, "When the deputy commander returns home, these golds will arrive at the deputy commander's home first."

Ce Ling nodded and said, "In addition to Lao Khan, Xiao Yan also knew about this. Xiao Yan wanted to protect the Central Plains envoy. If Mingli Khan could not kill the Central Plains envoy in a short period of time, The people of Xiao Yan will arrive."

Then he stinged into deep thought.

Nympho

Li Xuandu's attention to his opponent can be roughly divided into three levels. The first level is to fight against the enemy with bare hands. Such an opponent is not Li Xuandu's opponent at all. The second level is to let him pull out the "master hanging from his waist. ", Such an opponent can cause some trouble to Li Xuandu, but it stops there; the third level can allow Li Xuandu to use the "human world", which is considered a strong enemy and can let Li Xuandu go.

Li Xuan did not rush to draw his sword, but said against Ce Wang Alab: "Take out your weapon."

Cewang Alaba paired with two fists: "Hands are the best weapons."

While speaking, Cewang Alaba no longer deliberately suppressed his qi. The wisps of qi continued to pour out, making his robe clapped like a ball, and his sleeves were even more buzzing, as if they were blowing violently by the strong wind. .

The next moment, Cewang Alaba had approached Li Xuandu and punched him in front of him.

Then a sword light crossed between Li Xuandu and Ce Wang Alaba's fists.

Because the knife was released too quickly, the sword light seemed to be a thin white line.

Cewang Alaba was blocked by the sword light, so he was not in a hurry, but he kept punching with a pair of fists comparable to King Kong.

At the same time, on a city head about hundreds of feet away from here, a burly old man with frosty hair and white hair stood, with a wolf-waisted and ape-armed arms, without any evil posture, but he had a terrifying feeling that had been through the battlefield for a long time. momentum.

The old man did not wear that long robe, but a pair of black iron armor. But with bare arms. He was holding a large bow half a human tall in his hand. At first glance, this bow seemed to be made of ox horns, but upon closer inspection, it would be revealed that it was not ox horns, but some unknown bones of an alien beast, and there was also a vague The bloody smell oozed out. As for the bow string, it is also a matching match. It should be made of the tendons of the same species of strange beasts, and there are also vaguely traces of blood.

The old man was motionless, as if the mountains and mountains had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes without moving at all, but his aura was no less than Ce Wang Alab, who was fighting fiercely with Li Xuandu.

Looking at the old man's whole body, there was no arrow.

There is a bow but no arrow. Using one's own Qi as arrow, shooting with the treasure bow is better than drawing a sword or a knife. Chasing the wind and the moon, it is easy to penetrate the armor and shield, and even the physique of a warrior and various alchemists can break it.

If the sword-controlling technique is unique to the Central Plains, then this bow technique is the unique skill of the grassland Golden Tent.

The reason why Mingli Khan dared to come to see Li Xuandu in person was that in addition to Tsewang Arab, there was also this old man to escort him. The old man hid behind him and looked down on him. If Li Xuandu dared to make any unusual movements, the arrows would be shot immediately.

The old man took a deep breath, set up the bow, and slowly pulled the bowstring. A bloody energy that seemed to be real gathered between his two fingers pulling the bowstring. At the same time, the old man's blood began to surge wildly, and there was a faint sound like a rushing river. The old man's face became a little older. Obviously, although this method was extremely powerful, it was not a long-term solution. It was extremely harmful to the body and consumed blood and energy, which was a taboo for warriors.

However, the Golden Horde was established by martial arts. As a thousand households of Nayan, he was not a pampered person. He often had to lead the army to fight in person. Therefore, all the kings of Nayan were highly skilled, and there were few who cherished their lives and were afraid of fighting. Even a weak woman like Yue Libie could go to Liaodong without fear of danger. It can be seen that the powerful people of the Golden Horde are far superior to the powerful people in the Central Plains, but they have many similarities with the major tyrants in the Central Plains.

Just as the old man drew his bow and drew his arrow, Cewang Arabu had already fallen into a disadvantageous situation, with blood flowing from his fists. He was chopped off by Li Xuandu with a knife.

Li Xuandu followed him like a shadow, and pointed his knife at Cewang Arabu's head.

With a roar, the old man standing on the top of the city in the distance finally released his fingers, and the arrow made purely of qi arrived almost instantly. On its path, a series of long tail marks that had not dissipated for a long time were left.

Even Li Xuandu, facing such a terrifying arrow, did not dare to be too careless. He could only abandon Cewang Arabu, circulate his qi, and use the "Grand Master" in his hand to slightly deviate the direction of the arrow, so that it brushed his throat and shot past. However, the huge impact of this arrow still left a deep blood mark on Li Xuandu's throat, and the "Grand Master" in Li Xuandu's hand also trembled continuously. It was because Li Xuandu's realm was profound and his physique was extremely tough, otherwise he would not be able to hold the "Grand Master" in his hand.

Li Xuandu couldn't help but let out a soft "eh", quite surprised.

However, Tsewang Arab was even more shocked. In his opinion, this Central Plains envoy was simply a monster. He and the old man were both Mingli Khan's right-hand men. It was not the first time they fought side by side. They had also killed many masters who disobeyed Mingli Khan, but today was the first time they encountered such a situation. Especially when he saw the blood scar on Li Xuandu's throat began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.