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Chapter 183 Descendants of the Gods

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    Set up a knife mountain and set up an oil pan. This is a demonstration method often used by all bandits, horse thieves, thieves, bandits, etc., and all groups whose occupation is robbery. Considering that the Huns seriously lacked metal products, let alone large copper tripods  , even the iron pots are rare, so the second level they set is - Knife Mountain!

    The temporary residence of Zhao Lang, the leader of the horse thieves, is on a high slope. From bottom to top, hundreds of sturdy horse thieves are lined up in two rows. The war horses neigh and the shining sabers are raised high, crossing into a row of sword mountains.  The brush makes people timid, and the coldness makes people frightened. People without courage will tremble with fear even if they just take a look at it, let alone walking over there. 'Mr. Jia' has never been to hell, but in her opinion, it is the 'Mountain of Knives'  Hell' is nothing more than that!

    "Come on, get off your horse!" The horse thieves shouted, and their boundless murderous aura almost formed a wave of air. The 'Master Jia' on the horse was so frightened that he trembled all over and almost fell off.  She had never seen such a scene in the embroidery building. She was bold not to lose control on the spot.

    "Don't be afraid, it's just a little trick. Sit tight!" Xiao Yi first showed a comforting smile to the beauty on horseback, and then led Baicai and strode forward, Mountain of Knives!  It's just the remaining tricks played in the military camp. He has passed through the array of guns and knives set up by tens of thousands of troops. Does he still care about the methods of these pony thieves!

    The blade of the knife scraped across her scalp, and it was so cold that the hairs on her hair seemed to stand on end. This feeling made 'Mr. Jia' lose her mind, as if she was walking before the gate of hell. She was so frightened that she clung to the mane around 'Baicai''s neck with both hands.  , her palms were full of sweat, and her eyes were fixed on Xiao Yi's broad back, which could give her a sense of security. The journey was not too long, but it seemed like thousands of years had passed.

    Now, the most fortunate thing for 'Mr. Jia' is that he brought Xiao Yi with him for this negotiation. Looking at the back with a calm demeanor and a rhythmic pace, if such people are called 'useless Xiao Yi'  ', then I really don't know who else in the world is worthy of the word 'man'.

    On the high hillside, there is no preset oil pan, but there is a whole sheep being barbecued. Zhao Lang, the leader of the horse thieves, is sitting on the ground beside him, concentrating on turning the roasted sheep in his hands, trying to make all places evenly heated. He has a certain knowledge about food.  He has an almost pious respect and never wastes a bit, because he experienced the coldest winter when he was a child. During those days when food was scarce, a mouthful of food was a life. Countless tribesmen died of cold and hunger, and the remaining people  Then they fought each other in the ice and snow for the slightest chance of survival. Zhao Lang, who was only 14 years old at the time, carried his young sister on his back, used a broken scimitar, and relied on his wolf-like ferocity as a prairie man.  He just managed to find a way to survive.

    "Here, get off your horse!" One of Zhao Lang's capable men, 'Lame Wolf', walked over. Although his steps were a bit unnatural, 'Lame Wolf' was indeed a true grassland warrior. He was tall and strong.  A punch with a fist as big as a sandbag could kill a galloping horse on the grassland. Now seeing Xiao Yi and the others climbing to the top of the slope so leisurely and easily, they immediately stepped forward to meet them, preparing to show off their power!

    The evil wind blew, and the 'Lame Wolf''s fist went straight to 'Baicai''s neck. His purpose was very clear, to kill the opponent's mount with one punch, to make the pretty guy on the horse fall off, and to frighten his courage.  After that, the negotiation was not just about whatever he said, he would agree to it. This method had been used many times before, and it had never failed. As for Xiao Yi, who was responsible for leading the horse, he simply ignored it.

    No matter in terms of body shape, height, fist size, or ferocious appearance, the two cannot be compared. If the 'lame wolf' is a violent human bear, then the smiling Xiao Yi is one  Cute little fox, but what is incredible is that today, the fox blocked the man-bear, because it was a nine-tailed demon fox!

    The topaz-like palms were raised upwards, just in time to block the fist of the 'Lame Wolf'. The ferocious offensive was immediately stopped. No matter how hard the man-bear gritted his teeth, his burly body was still in front of Xiao Yi's palms.  He couldn't move even an inch, which made Lame Wolf himself find it incredible. He knew that his fist was at least five hundred kilograms strong. The galloping horse couldn't bear the punch, but now it was blocked by a slightly thin Han boy.  Come down, great Kunlun God!  Is this guy the reincarnation of the God of War?

    On the grassland, there is only one person who is called the God of War by the Huns, a Han. That is the undefeated God of War who led tens of thousands of Han cavalry hundreds of years ago and swept almost all the tribes of the Huns, big and small. Huo Qubing, the champion of the Han Dynasty,  !

    A young man who only lived for 24 years, a young man who streaked across the historical sky like a meteor, born like a summer flower and melting like spring snow. The feudal history of the Central Plains Dynasty lasted for more than two thousand years and produced countless princes and generals, butThere is only one title of 'Champion Hou'. After Huo Qubing, no one has ever received this title again. One cannot, and the other dare not!

    "The men on the grassland are indeed warm and hospitable! Do you want to salute the noble leader of my family?" They were also competing. Not only did Xiao Yi's face not change, his heart did not beat, but his words were not affected at all.  The 'lame wolf' whose face was full of blood formed a sharp contrast.

    "The Han people are as humble and cowardly as rats on the grassland. We, the Great Huns, are the proud sons of heaven established by the Kunlun God. How can we bow down to you!" Lame Wolf tried his best while making sarcastic remarks. He didn't believe it.  A dignified man from the grassland will not be as good as a boy from the Han family.

    "Haha! We Han people are descendants of the Yanhuang people, descendants of the Gods! We are not those barbaric peoples who don't even have writing and etiquette!" Xiao Yi suddenly began to exert force on his hands while speaking, and his five fingers were tightly closed, and the power surged like a rushing river.  He came out and squeezed Lame Wolf's fist until it made a crunching sound. The entire palm of his hand was deformed. The pain caused the latter to break into a cold sweat, and blood oozed from his clenched teeth. Following Xiao Yi's guidance,  The lame wolf's body slowly lowered uncontrollably until one knee fell on the ground

    "If we are not born nobles, why do you kneel down and salute?" Xiao Yi smiled proudly. Before the other party was about to collapse completely, Xiao Yi suddenly retracted his palm, then turned around gently and touched the already stunned 'Master Jia'  He was lifted off the horse again, still holding Man's waist with one hand and supporting his butt with the other, but this time, the other party did not resist at all.

    The purpose of taking action is for strength, and the purpose of dismounting is for etiquette; to demonstrate with force, to subdue others!  This is Xiao Yi's strategy, and it is also what a Han soldier should do. No matter when or where, national justice is above all else!

    "Okay! Very good! Lame Wolf, please step back. You are no match for him. Please come and take a seat!" Zhao Lang, who was roasting a whole lamb, finally spoke. Although the surface was still calm, there were ups and downs in his heart. Xiao  Yi's ability really shocked him. He knew the skill of Lame Wolf clearly. He was definitely a strong general among the Huns. There were not many people who could defeat him on this grassland. Although he could also subdue Lame Wolf.  , but there is absolutely no gentle way of turning spring breeze into rain. This Han young man should not be underestimated!

    The Huns are like this. The stronger you are and the more hateful you are, the more they will respect you. If you can completely torture these heroes on horseback, then not only will they not hate you, but they will fall under your horse's hooves.  I regard you as an invincible god of war, a being like the Holy Spirit, because in the minds of the Huns, people can never defeat gods, so any existence they cannot defeat must be the reincarnation of gods. In the past, it was Huo Qubing, and in the future  , it¡¯s Xiao Yi!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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