When Han Xian heard this, he sneered and said disdainfully: "Mr. Wei, are you too self-righteous? There are thousands of soldiers and horses gathered behind Han. Killing you is like killing chickens and dogs. Why should Han bother to fight with you here?"

Wei B always had a smile on his lips, gently turned the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, and said excitedly: "What, are you afraid?"

Han Xian's expression changed, and just as he was about to retaliate, the shouts and curses of his men rang in his ears.

"What are you talking about, pretty boy? Will my general be afraid of you?"

"It's just that Han Shuai can crush you, a playboy to death, with one finger. Will he be afraid of you? It's ridiculous!"

"Han Shuai, let me show them some color."

Behind Han Xian, a burly man came forward, patting the horse's butt, holding a rusty spear in his hand.

"Don't worry, Commander Han, I'll kill him off my horse in one move." The big man assured, patting his chest.

"idiot!"

Han Xian cursed in his heart and frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he nodded slightly in agreement.

There is no other way. If you lose, you don't lose. Although Wei B's provoking method has no effect on him, it has inspired the self-esteem of the gangsters behind him. They are all arrogant and arrogant, thinking that they are invincible. If they really go to the battlefield, they can outrun anyone.

All fast.

I saw a man from the Baibo Army riding out. He was tall and tall and tall. He held a spear tightly in his hand and drew a deep mark on the ground. He obviously agreed to the proposal of a one-on-one duel.

Behind Wei B, someone immediately took the initiative to ask for help.

Xu Chu, Xu Huang, Le Jin, Huang Xu, Cheng Tou, Hao Zhao, Heizi, etc. are all eager to try.

Wei B stretched out his hand to stop them, and then looked at Hua Cun not far away.

Hua Li just came to watch the fun. He thought that the Baibo Army came to chase them. He felt guilty at first. After learning that the other party came to attack the magic weapon, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Wei B

Suddenly he waved to him.

Hua Cong was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until someone pushed him behind him that he realized what he was doing.

Hua Cun looked back and saw his grandfather Hua Fu looking at him with a frown, and whispered: "Young master, he wants our certificate of surrender. You go ahead and do your best. Even if it means death, you have to support him. Don't be weak."

The prestige of our Jiaolong Gang."

Hua Cun looked up at the people in the village next to him, gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Wei B has no plans to expose the strength of Xu Chu and others for the time being. Hua Kun is indeed a good candidate, and as Hua Fu said, he really wants a certificate of nomination and cannot accept a group of former water bandits for no reason.

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Hua Cun walked up to Wei B, and Wei B asked: "Can you ride a horse?"

Hua Cun shook his head.

Wei B frowned slightly and asked again: "Then what weapons are you good at?"

Hua Cun shook his head again and glanced at the dragon-slaying knife held by Wei B's hand, a hint of surprise and desire flashed in his eyes.

Wei B kicked the bundle at his feet and said, "There are two magic weapons inside. You choose one, and then go down to meet the enemy on my behalf."

Although Hua Cun was prepared, he was still frightened when Wei B asked him to go down.

Wei B consoled him: "Don't worry, it's just one-on-one. If the other party doesn't follow martial ethics, I will make them pay a heavy price."

Hua Cun could only squat down obediently, unpacking the baggage, and his eyes, which had been a little dazed, suddenly trembled.

"I choose this..." His voice suddenly became firm.

After seeing the weapon he selected, Wei B and others expressed concern.

Wei B still asked with concern: "Can you handle it?"

Hua Cun changed his previous decline, grinned and said to Wei B: "Don't worry, sir, I haven't had much ability since I was a child, I'm just stronger than others."

Creak, creak...

The lift platform slowly descended.

Hua Cun, who was wearing a stab-proof uniform, strode to the front of the formation. Facing a thousand soldiers and horses, he was still a little frightened.

But the weapon in his hand gave him strong confidence, and he couldn't help but think to himself, even if I am alone,

What can you do to me? With such a magical weapon, I, Hua Cun Carp, will definitely be able to beat you to pieces on the ground single-handedly.

The man on the opposite side who rode up to call for formation was looking at the weapon in Hua Cun's hand with a solemn expression.

It was a weapon he had never seen before. It looked like a spear, but the head of the spear had no blade, but was instead a... ball covered with spikes?

"Who is coming?" the man asked warily, feeling that the person opposite him should be a master, and he regretted taking the stand for Han Xian.

"Jiaolong...uh..." Hua Cun thought something was wrong. He was no longer the leader of the Jiaolong Gang. He looked back at the top of the cliff. He didn't know what this mountain was for a while. After thinking about it, he made it up.

One said: "Longshan Hua Cun, who are you?"

"Longshan?"

The man looked at the dragon-slaying knife on the top of the mountain. He raised his eyebrows in hindsight. It turned out that this mountain was called Longshan.

"I am the vanguard of Han Shuai's command in the Baibo Army, and Li Si is also..." Damn it, Long Shan Hua Li sounds short and domineering, so it's not too much to secretly add a military rank.

On the top of the mountain, Wei B looked at Chengtou curiously: "Is our mountain called Longshan?"

He also looked confused and shook his head to express that he didn't know.

Below, Li Si, who was on horseback, had already taken turns with his spear and attacked Hua Cun.

Seeing this, Hua Cun hurriedly hid to one side, swung the weapon in his hand vigorously, aimed at the horse's head and hit it.

The guards on the mountain and the others were still discussing whether this was Longshan, when they suddenly heard the mournful cry of a horse, which was heartbreaking.

Looking down, Li Si of the Baibo Army had been thrown away, and his mount was lying on its side in front of Hua Cun. The horse's head was dripping with blood, and a white paste-like object could be faintly seen flowing out of the wound. It was directly dead.

Already.

Li Si, who fell to the ground, rolled over and hid far away. He glanced at his mount and looked at the weapon in Hua Cun's hand with lingering fear.

"You, what kind of weapon is this?"

Hua Cuan recalled Wei B's introduction, leaned on the weapon, raised his head and said: "The purple and gold mace is on the list of earth evil weapons!"

"Purple and gold mace!" A trace of greed flashed in the man's eyes. He wanted to rush forward and snatch it, but when he lowered his head and saw the miserable condition of his mount, he really couldn't muster the courage.

After hesitating for a moment, he cupped his fists and said, "Li Si's skills are inferior to others. You win this battle."

There was no need to risk his life for the sake of Han Xian. Li Si was not stupid... He was now thinking that Han Xian had won the remaining two matches, and he might be able to get a piece of the most powerful ground. The purple gold in front of him

The mace is good.

Back in the formation, Li Si apologized to Han Xian.

Han Xian glared at him angrily and cursed in his heart: You are indeed a bunch of rabble. If there weren't really anyone available, I would have chopped you in half with a knife.

He had just seen it very clearly. That mud-legged man named Hua Cun didn't understand martial arts at all. He just relied on his own strength to use that magic weapon. Just like that, you can lose? You are simply a loser!

Although Han Xian was furious in his heart, he still said some words of comfort on his face. He had already thought about it. When he went back to attack Luoyang, he would ask Li Si to lead people as the vanguard. Didn't you call yourself the vanguard under my account? It's best to die.

It's better not to survive the rain of arrows.

Han Xian's side lost a round, and the mob behind him instantly started to make a noise, losing the arrogance they had just now.

This is the disadvantage of calling the formation in front of the formation. It's okay if you win, the morale of the soldiers will be boosted, but if you lose... you can only be like now, with your energy greatly reduced, and it is difficult to have the strength to fight again. If there is a real fight, maybe

One by one they turned around and ran away.

Han Xian frowned and glared at Wei B on the top of the mountain fiercely, secretly thinking that this young man is really cunning.

After struggling for a while, he felt that he couldn't do it and had no choice but to do it himself.

Han Xian was still very confident in his own power. Even if he had the magic weapon in his hand, he could easily fight against ten of them and kill him without even a drop of blood.

Having made up his mind, Han Siam rushed out first and shouted: "Who is coming down to die?"

After Hua Cong won the battle, he was immediately called back by Wei B.

At this time, he was receiving praise from Wei B.

Wei B frowned slightly when he heard Han Xian shouting. Unlike the man named Li Si, this Han Xian was wearing leather armor and the spear in his hand was polished. He was obviously a master.

After hesitating again and again, Wei B looked at Xu Huang.

In fact, after Han Siam came out, Xu Chu and others had already stood up and were waiting for the guard at point B.

Seeing Wei B nod him, Xu Huang was so excited that he hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted, and said, "Don't worry, young master, Huang will definitely fulfill his mission."

Wei B also wanted to see Xu Huang's true ability, nodded and said: "There is also a magic weapon in the bag, which is the Pangu ax that I tailor-made for you. Take it with you and go down and get that man's head for me.

Come."

Xu Huang was overjoyed when he heard this. He couldn't wait to open the baggage, and a giant ax carved with mysterious ancient runes came into view.

Behind him, Heizi led a horse.

Xu Huang picked up the Pangu ax with one hand and jumped onto the horse's back, carrying it with a heroic and majestic appearance.

The lifting platform slowly descended again. This time there was one person, one horse and one ax on the platform. Compared with Hua Cun Carp, Xu Huang's momentum was not too powerful.

Han Xian furrowed his brows, feeling a vague premonition rising in his heart.
To be continued...