He moved! Mu Mingrui rushed towards the man with lightning speed, holding the wooden stick given by the slave owner in his hand, turned around and hit the man with the stick, catching the man off guard and taking a few steps back.
"Well...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 limbs and hug Mu Mingrui, and then
The person fell to the ground like this.
"Drink!" Mu Mingrui kicked the man's crotch hard with his left foot. The man was entangled and unable to move. Only a "Boom!" was heard, and the man roared in pain and rolled aside.
"Tch..." Mu Mingrui spat, clenched his fists, sat on the man's fat belly, and beat him in the 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? How come this man speaks 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 from the Empire?" Mu Mingrui asked in a low voice.
"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 in the grassland this morning."
"What's my name...Zhao Hongyan, originally wanted to defect to Zhang Qingmeng, but unexpectedly, he was captured by those people..." The man smiled honestly, he was Zhao Hongyan.
The two men were talking motionless on the ring, which aroused dissatisfaction from the audience, with all kinds of scoldings and noises coming towards them.
"I surrender! Surrender!" Zhao Hongyan raised his hands and said in pain.
"It is now announced that the Slender Southerners have won, and the slave owners and gamblers will go and collect their winnings!" shouted the host from a high place.
The two men walked off the stage together, and the next game was about to begin.
"The two people below, one is the heroic general of our Anjiwa Zabibi tribe - Heshevir Hanyane. Among them, he is the only one who participated in the war not as a slave, but 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 crush three giant hammers with one hand, the hero of the Hesheville family who is praised by people.
"Then there are the southerners, who compete as slaves..." The host spat contemptuously and motioned for 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.
The cheap southerner who was bought by Zhao Hongyan’s slave owner a few seconds ago—Zhang Qingmeng.
"Tsk!" Han Ya Nei showed a contemptuous expression and shouted loudly: "What happened to this year's opponents? Even a kid like this can come up!"
Qingmeng looked around and hugged his body shyly. After all, this was the first time that so many people had seen him, and since it was winter, he must have been unbearably cold.
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.
Han Ya Nei still looked like he was determined to win, and slowly walked towards the stage. Qing Meng couldn't tell whether it was because of fear or because of the cold, his whole body was shaking and he couldn't stop.
"Boy, have you weaned yourself?" Han Ya Nei laughed loudly, and the audience couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Qingmeng looked at Han Yanei coldly. It seemed that he could not attack forcefully. He was waiting for Han Yanei to attack, and then used strategies to subdue him.
Seeing that Qing Meng had no reaction, Han Ya Nei slowly walked forward and suddenly received a heavy right punch. Qing Meng hurriedly dodged.
Crash! It was as if a strong wind blew over Qingmeng's left cheek. Qingmeng could not stand firmly. If he was hit, the consequences would be disastrous!
"Here...hide away
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Really? I really underestimate you!" Han Yanei looked at his fist in surprise, and then became serious.
Outside the door, Ji Dongli touched young Bugs like an animal, but Bugs meekly didn't move for a moment - he seemed to like this!
"Little brother, your belly is so warm, and it's so clean. I really can't tell you're from the prairie!" Ji Dongli said with a smile.
"I...I am an Angiva!" Bug argued with a red face.
Father Zhang looked dumbfounded. If the person she touched was not a fifteen-year-old boy, he would definitely think that this woman was a playboy.
"By the way, how are Qingmeng and the others doing?" Father Zhang asked worriedly.
"That's right! Mu Mingrui and the others made me forget about it!" Ji Dongli shouted loudly in Buge's ear.
"Uh-huh, my ears hurt so much...can you speak a little softer?" Bugs said soothingly.
"Ah... what can we do to rescue the two of them?" Ji Dongli sighed and stretched out her claws from Bug's belly.
Buge was a little strange and asked what happened. Ji Dongli and Zhang's father told their story from beginning to end.
In the arena, Han Ya Nei's angry attacks were all easily dodged by the Nanren in front of him. He wished he could eat the Nanren in front of him alive. No one had ever let this hero suffer such an insult!
The host and the audience were stunned. They didn't expect that someone could escape Han Ya's moves and still stand on the stage intact. Now the people who bet on Han Ya are starting to waver, and they are betting 100% on Han Ya'ai.
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 scurrying around like a mouse, but it's not very powerful!" Han Ya Nei was so angry that he stomped the stone slabs on the stage. Qing Meng had been active for a long time, and his body began to radiate heat. At least he was no longer cold.
All the flaws in Han's teeth were exposed, and he stepped back slightly.
"What a good opportunity!" Qing Meng thought to himself, and rushed towards Han Ya Nei with bare feet. As long as he hit his eyes or lower body, he should have a chance of winning this game!
"Ah!" Just when he thought he was sure to win, the sudden severe pain made him yell. Everyone present was shocked - the stone slab crushed by Han's teeth was scattered with large and small pieces.
The small sharp stone, he deliberately lured Qing Meng forward!
Qingmeng's foot was pricked and blood flowed all over the ground. He couldn't hold up and half-knelt on the ground. Han Yagnai didn't miss any opportunity;
"Boom!" With the dull sound of hitting his head, Qingmeng flew to the audience. His head was bleeding with blood and exuding heat. The slave owner quickly asked the doctor to take him away - after all, he was on loan.
"Very good, now I declare that Hesheville Hanyane is the winner! My lord and the gambler go and collect the prize money!"
The chief of the Zabibi Tribe, Heshewell Wilfred, was extremely happy. He walked up to the stage and wiped the sweat from Han's teeth: "You are worthy of being a descendant of the Heshewell family. May God bless you forever!"
Then he motioned to his sons to come up and hand out bonuses and food with him.
The eldest son of Heshevir Boo is 30 years old and is considered to be the next chief.
The second son of Heshewell Buxi is 23 years old and has superb martial arts skills.
Hesheville Blue's third son is 17 years old and one of the few educated people on the grassland.
"Huh? Why are there just the three of you? Where are the four brats?" Wilfred asked the three of them.
"Abba, the fourth brother went out when the scene just started. It seems that he was afraid of seeing the bloody scene. People like this really embarrass our family!" Buo took a step forward and replied.
"What a joke! As an Angiva and a descendant of the Dashville family, how can I have such a weak and incompetent person!" Wilfred shouted 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.
"I went out for a while and couldn't bear to see such a bloody scene..." Bug said, staring at his leather boots.
"Can't bear to see such bloody scenes? What are you talking about?
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What a joke! You are an Anjiwa, a descendant of Hesheville Lubanlu, and 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 rather like using whips to drive away sheep. If we want the Anjiwa people to live a happy life, we must first treat them gently." Buge did not flinch at all.
"Okay, okay... I haven't understood what's going on in your head since you were born. Let's forget about it!" Wilfred still dotes on Yao'er.
"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?"
"Then what should be done?" 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.
"Okay, okay, is there anyone else?" Wilfred 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.
He tried to persuade him and ordered to find this person.
"What does this man look like?" Han Yanei, 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! Don't worry, I will send doctors from our tribe to treat him!" Wilfred said silently.
Zhang's father was sobbing on the side. He believed that it was because of him that everyone was in the current situation.
"Stop crying like a cat. If you hadn't come to our place, would Ji Dongli have asked us to go on a trip?" Mu Mingrui grabbed Zhang's father and said angrily.
"Mu Mingrui, let go, this is Qing Meng's father!" Ji Dongli cried.
"Is this kind of person worthy of being a father?" Mu Mingrui glared at Zhang's father and replied angrily.
"Here...is this man Zhang Qingmeng?" Zhao Hongyan asked quietly.
"Yes, he is Zhang Qingmeng!" Mu Mingrui said with a sigh.
"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.
"That's enough!" Wilfred roared in a low voice, and all these people calmed down, "Now is not the time for internal strife, you should let him rest for a while, and then meet me after his injury recovers. I will send someone to take you back!
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Buge looked at Qingmeng jealously. He was really a sinful man who could make the sister in front of him cry to such an extent for him - it was certain that this man named Zhang Qingmeng was his love rival!
They stayed in the Haupt tribe for a few days. The chief of the Haupt tribe learned about this and sent doctors to help. Both chiefs wanted to meet the king named Zhang Qingmeng.
Ji Dongli and Zhang's father stayed in front of Qingmeng's bed day and night, while Mu Mingrui sat outside the door and watched.
One day, I woke up from my dream.
"Qing Meng! I'm so worried about you!" Ji Dongli hugged Qing Meng.
Mu Mingrui also rushed into the room: "Mengzi, how are you now?"
Father Zhang did not 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: