The people of the Kowloon Grassland nomads are very strong in their body, and Yasang is the best among them. In addition, the two of them have the same realm at this time. If they fight hard, they feel that it is impossible for them to be Zhou Lang's opponent.
The two soon fought head-on. Zhou Lang used the first-level martial arts skills like Wudang thirteenth style and Wudang Changquan to fight Yasang. As for Yin-Yang Fist and Five Elements Fist, they are advanced martial arts skills. When fighting with people like Yasang, they will not use advanced martial arts skills.
Yasang's offensive was fierce, but he felt like he had nowhere to exert force. Every time he and Zhou Lang faced each other head-on, he found that once his fist strength was in conflict with Zhou Lang's fist strength, he was strangely guided to the side.
Not only that, the strength he used to exert often returned with two or three times the strength, making it difficult for him to resist.
Every time he had a confrontation, his whole body was numb. Within five moves, his true energy was already running.
"roar!"
Yasang thought Zhou Lang was using some evil trick, so he was completely angry and attacked wildly.
But Wudang Thirteen Styles and Wudang Changquan are martial arts that use force to fight. The more powerful Yasang attacks, the more powerful the backlash.
Therefore, he seemed to have a strong attack, but was shocked by Zhou Lang to retreat step by step.
"What the hell is going on? Yasang is facing each other head-on, why is it so vulnerable to defeat Zhou Lang when he meets Zhou Lang?"
"This Zhou Lang's combat skills seem very strange. It seems that Yasang will definitely lose, because no matter whether it is a You Dou or a head-on confrontation, he will never get any benefits in front of Zhou Lang."
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Several old men in the tribe saw that Yasang was no match for Zhou Lang at all. They also had the cultivation level in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. They were one generation with the old patriarch and were the most powerful people in the tribe.
"Brother Yasang, don't fight anymore. If you continue, you will be seriously injured." Zhou Lang said calmly. He started attacking like a flowing cloud and began.
Yasangkong has a strong body and a strong body. It is the turn of fighting skills. It is really far from Zhou Lang. On several occasions, Zhou Lang's fists hit Yasang's chest. If Zhou Lang had not stopped in time, Yasang would have been knocked away long ago.
"I haven't lost yet!" Yasang said gritting his teeth. He likes Qiu Meng very much, so he has to persevere. Even if there is only a little chance, he will not give up.
"Not necessary persistence, why bother."
Zhou Lang sighed, suddenly jumped up, and slapped at Yasang with a palm in the air.
When Yasang saw Zhou Lang coming in a fierce manner, he felt timid in his heart because he knew that if he fought with Zhou Lang, he would probably suffer a great loss.
In desperation, he began to dodge.
However, Zhou Lang's palm made Yasang feel unavoidable, because Zhou Lang's palm shadow had already covered the radius of dozens of meters around him, making him unable to figure out how to dodge.
Bang!
Just as Yasang was hesitating, Zhou Lang's palm had already slapped him.
A powerful force surged, and Yasang could not stand firmly. He flew backwards and fell several hundred meters away.
Because Zhou Lang held back, he was not injured, but after he stood up, he found that his meridians were not running smoothly.
"Zhou Lang, I really can't beat you. What kind of evil magic are you using?"
Yasang knew he was defeated, so he had to stop. Now he lost is not ugly. If he is severely injured by Zhou Lang later, his face will be lost.
"I'm not an evil technique, but a martial arts. As for your meridians that are not running smoothly, I have sealed several of your acupoints."
Zhou Lang said that he had been in this tribe for so long, but he knew that one day he would recover his memory, leave here, and return to his original life. Although the people in the tribe were hostile to Qiu Meng because she liked him, he was still grateful, because if it weren't for the old patriarch and Qiu Meng, he would have died. Therefore, he wanted to teach martial arts to the people in the tribe, so that these people could be taller and better protect themselves.
"What is martial arts?"
Yasangdao, in their tribe, fighting is about experience, speed and realm. Although it is not said that there is no skill, it is not comparable to the martial arts skills used by Zhou Lang, which have been tempered for thousands of years.
"Martial arts are fighting skills. If you learn my martial arts, then your strength in the middle stage of foundation building, at least you have the combat power in the late stage of foundation building, and you are likely to defeat a master like the old patriarch."
Zhou Lang said.
"I lost, I admit defeat, but I won't learn any martial arts from you, I don't care." Yasang said, and after saying that, he turned and left.
"In this competition, Zhou Lang won. Will anyone challenge Zhou Lang?"
The old patriarch's voice sounded again. In fact, he had already seen that even if Yasang had the same cultivation level, he was far from Zhou Lang's opponent, but he did not stop it. Instead, he let the battle continue in order to see Zhou Lang's magical martial arts.
He is over 80 years old and has experienced countless battles in his life. He never thought that Zhou Lang had such exquisite fighting skills.
The boxing ring was silent, Zhou Lang suppressed the realm, and Yasang was no match for Zhou Lang, so who else could fight Zhou Lang?
Although many people are still unwilling to accept Zhou Lang's victory, there is no way to stop him.
"Now I announce that the winner is Zhou Lang. From now on, my granddaughter, Qiu Meng, the saint of our tribe, is Zhou Lang's woman."
The old patriarch waited for about half a minute, and when he saw that no one was going to fight, he began to announce loudly.
There was no applause from the audience. Obviously, everyone still didn't like Zhou Lang, an outsider. Many unmarried men were bleeding in their hearts. They hated that they were not strong enough to defeat Zhou Lang, so they could only watch Zhou Lang hug the beauty.
"Zhou Lang!"
Qiu Meng, who had been worried about Zhou Lang, ran towards Zhou Lang and hugged Zhou Lang tightly. At this moment, her heart was settled.
"Qiu Meng." Zhou Lang picked up Qiu Meng in public and left.
Warriors' Day usually takes three days, and today is the beginning, but Zhou Lang, who won Qiu Meng, no longer has the intention to stay here. The remaining time tonight will belong to him and Qiu Meng.
Seeing Zhou Lang leaving with Qiu Meng in his arms, the unmarried men in the tribe were heartbroken.
Zhou Lang was too powerful. They knew that Qiu Meng became Zhou Lang's woman. This was an established fact and could not be changed. Therefore, after a burst of sadness, most of them began to look at other young and beautiful women in the tribe.
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The moon is like water, and the night is gentle.
Qiu Meng's faint body fragrance penetrated into Zhou Lang's nose, making Zhou Lang very excited.
"Put me down."
About ten minutes later, Qiu Meng said.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lang put down Qiu Meng.
Qiu Meng took Zhou Lang to walk deep into the meadow.
"Why don't you go back to the tent?" Zhou Lang asked curiously.
"I'll take you to Minghu." Qiu Meng said: "I am already your woman. We have to take a shower in Minghu first and then go to the tent. Starting tonight, you won't live in my grandfather's tent. You have your own new tent. From now on, I will live with you."
When Zhou Lang heard about bathing with Qiu Meng, he couldn't help but look forward to it. After losing his memory, sometimes God was absolutely unfair to him, but now, he feels that life is so beautiful, because this night is destined to be an unforgettable night.