Pope System of Rebirth

He recognized that these two people were the young people he met outside the north gate that day. That day, the man with the short knife shouted that he had captured the Blood Cavalry, but he did not believe it. This seemed to be true...

"Uncle Bearded, we meet again." Qin Lang pretended to be good now, but the situation was very bad. The scale of suppressing first and then rising was the most powerful for him. Qin Lang knew the strength between them very well.

The bearded Mingqi looked at the black stone sword in Qin Lang's hand. He felt it looked familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. His son Mingxi was sharp-eyed and shouted: "Dad, he is masked."

guest."

Wang Xiang was shocked. He didn't expect that they recognized him and Qin Lang. Qin Lang felt what Wang Xiang was planning to do, pulled him and raised his black stone sword: "The masked man? Who are you talking about?

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He secretly cursed himself for being stupid for drawing the sword out so carelessly.

Mingxi snorted coldly: "The two masked guests who broke into the west gate alone that day were you two."

The Bloody Cavalry had not heard about the masked guest, but none of the Ming soldiers knew about it. They all looked at the two people in front of them in shock, never expecting that these two young men had done that earth-shattering thing.

things.

For a moment, I felt a little weak inside, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"I'm afraid you have admitted the wrong person."

Qin Lang was not intimidated by the crisis caused by his mistake. The matter was already at hand and he could only solve it first. The identity of the masked guest must not be leaked today.

If it is leaked, it will not bring any help to my plan.

The rejection from Donglong City was the last thing he wanted to see. Maybe his subconscious actions that day could save the situation today.

"How could I forget the appearance of the black knife?" The young general Ming Xi stared at Qin Lang, and the bearded Ming Qi also noticed something strange. The two of them were a little nervous. They couldn't stop the masked man's cultivation.

"As expected!" Qin Lang was secretly happy.

They were afraid, and so was Wang Xiang. His palms were sweating all the time. He knew the current situation very well. The two of them were facing more than thirty people. Without the traps in the poplar forest and the wide terrain, there was no way to deal with them.

"Haha...hahaha..." Qin Lang burst out laughing and raised the black stone knife in his hand a little higher. He faced Mingqi and Mingxi and asked word by word: "Although I don't know about the masked guest.

Who is he? But I can tell from your faces that he is probably a powerful person, and you are very afraid of him. Since such a person covers his face, he does not want others to know who he is. If you were him, you would

Take this sword out for you to recognize?"

"Sword?" General Mingqi breathed a sigh of relief. The masked man held a black knife in his hand that day. He also used knife skills, but now the wind and sand are very strong, so it is not very clear. I am not sure what it is.

He was not a masked person, so he asked: "You said the thing in your hand is a sword?"

Qin Lang was overjoyed. He thought to himself that he was so foresighted. He casually used his sword skills to break through Ximen that day. Today, he might be able to save his plan.

The sword is the ancestor of weapons. Those who use swords have a sense of pride and will not use their swords as swords. This is respect for the way of the sword and the dignity that a swordsman should have.

But Qin Lang, as a young man in the new era, didn't care about this. When he was learning martial arts with his grandfather, they used all the sword skills and knife skills together.

"As a swordsman, do I know how to use a sword?" Qin Lang took advantage of the wind and sand blocking his vision, quietly took out the Qiankun bag and took out the sword. The automatic change feature of the Qiankun bag took effect and turned into a sword.

sheath.

Comes with scabbard, wrong type.

Things are much easier to handle.

Qin Lang returned to his usual calm expression.

All these changes could only be seen clearly by Wang Xiang, who was close to him. Wang Xiang once again fell into infinite admiration for his boss.

How this change was achieved is probably another miracle.

The terrifying sandstorms in the desert seemed to be leaving. The originally dark sky was getting brighter, which broadened everyone's horizons.

"Dad, that's him. Look at this mark left by the masked man." The young general Ming Xi took out a piece of linen cloth from his arms. The iconic thing left by the masked man was widely spread in Donglong City.

.Mingxi will never forget him, so he carries a piece of it with him, always alerting himself that he must catch the masked man and wash away the shame of the defenders of Donglong City.

"It doesn't seem right." The bearded Mingqi looked at the black stone sword painted on the linen cloth. The mark left by the masked man was unfolded for him so that everyone could see it.

The sandstorm moved further away, and the sky became brighter.

The completely unaware blood-killing team looked at the piece of linen cloth one after another. The strange and rough black stone sword on it shocked them. This sword was deeply remembered by everyone.

It belongs to the devil-like man Qin Lang.

Qin Lang frowned and deliberately held back his breath until his face turned red: "Who, who is it, wants to harm me?"

Phew, another violent gust of wind blew by, and the wind and sand kept falling into the wall. The sky suddenly lit up in this gust of wind, and the sandstorm came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace at this time.

Everyone's eyes lit up and their normal eyesight finally returned.

"Huh." At this time, Mingqi and his son finally noticed that the sword in Qin Lang's hand was still sheathed. It didn't seem to be there just now, but the wind and sand were so strong and the sky was dark. The two of them looked at each other uncertainly.

, but one thing is certain.

The hilt of the sword is long on the left and short on the right, which is exactly the same as in the painting.

"Holy shit!" Qin Lang cursed and pulled out his sword. A flash of black flashed in everyone's eyes, making the blood-sucking cavalry tremble in fear.

Qin Lang's sword is very powerful.

"I must find out, I must find out."

Qin Lang's performance skills were very good, his face was red from holding back, he was holding a stone sword, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be ready to burst out at any time.

Anyone can see that this matter has nothing to do with him...

Wang Xiang also cooperated: "Who is it? Originally planned to send a gift to Donglong City, but now... Oh!"

Mingqi and his son looked at each other again, and Mingxi shook his head to express uncertainty.

The bearded Mingqi continued to ask: "The sword in my painting is exactly the same as yours. You have to give me an explanation."

Qin Lang said angrily: "Does this need an explanation? Someone must be dissatisfied with the fact that the Darxi tribe plans to get close to Donglong City and cause trouble. Humph, it may also be someone who is envious and jealous of me, a wise and powerful person, so that

I caught him, hum…"

"Do you know what happened?" Ming Qi looked at Qin Lang who was furious. Hearing the second half of his words that he particularly emphasized, he felt that although this man was somewhat capable, he seemed to feel very good about himself.

"have no idea."

Qin Lang's answer almost made the Ming family's army faint because of the nervousness. He was talking nonsense before he even knew what was going on...

"What happened?" Qin Lang asked pretending to be ignorant.

Now Mingqi was fooled by Qin Lang's acting skills. He whispered to his son: "Son, I'm afraid he isn't. He doesn't have that domineering air about him."

After Ming Xi woke up from the panic just now, he remembered that the guy he had just confronted was the guy who almost strangled him outside the north gate that day. This guy seemed to have a very different kung fu from the other masked man outside the west gate.

.I began to doubt whether what Qin Lang said was true.

At this moment, after listening to his father's judgment, he nodded, indicating that he thought the same thing as his father.

Little did he know that Wang Xiang thought Qin Lang was dead that day. The potential that burst out in anger was certainly not the same as it is today.

The bearded Mingqi coughed, looked up and suddenly saw Hu Wei at the edge of the wall. His expression tightened and he shouted: "Hu Wei, what on earth is going on with the Bloody Cavalry?"

Hu Wei turned around and ran outside the wall and shouted: "General Mingqi, he is Qin Lang, the representative of the Daxi tribe. Let's join forces to kill him."

The tense situation that had just calmed down suddenly became tense again.

"Come here if you're not afraid of death." Qin Lang secretly cursed Hu Wei, the bastard, and Wang Xiang, back to back, moving their feet. The Ming family army had already surrounded the two of them. The blood-stricken cavalry had a backer and courage, forming a three-layer siege outside.

momentum.

"Boss, what should we do now, get out?" Wang Xiang's mind that had just been relaxed suddenly became tense again, and the dagger in his hand was squeezed tightly.

The situation was very unfavorable for the two of them.

Qin Lang has the ability to fight out with his King Kong body, but once he gets out, all his plans will be ruined. This is not the desired result.

To regain the chips, the only way is...

He locked his sight on the hole in the wall. There should have been a door there. The sandstorm had gone away and the sky cleared. Hu Wei was hiding there, surrounded by four layers.

"Beat him, I must beat him hard." Qin Lang made up his mind. The center point of this battle is Hu Wei. As long as he falls, the blood-sucking cavalry will completely lose the confidence to resist. When the time comes, negotiations will begin.

It will be much easier.

Just when he was about to take action, Liu Cheng, the big-nosed man standing on Hu Wei's side, suddenly turned back and put his knife.

No one expected this change. Big-nosed Liu Cheng was Hu Wei's confidant, so how could he suddenly rebel? Hu Wei didn't expect this at all. He grabbed his hand and put a cold knife on his neck.

"Let them go quickly."

Qin Lang was also frightened by this sudden change. With his big nose, he remembered his name was Liu Sanbian. He had never had any close interactions with him, so why would he help him?

Wang Xiang whispered beside him: "Boss, what a great opportunity, let's leave quickly."

Qin Lang whispered: "We don't need to escape."

Wang Xiang was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the boss was thinking, but he just stayed silent after Qin Lang said so. How could he understand what the boss was thinking.

"Can we not fight?" Qin Lang suddenly put away his sword and raised his hands to his head to show that he had no intention of fighting: "I think this brother also knows the meaning of my trip, so he will help us."

Big-nosed Liu Cheng once regarded Qin Lang's letting them go as a great kindness in the abyss of death. What he did today did not consider anything else. He only wanted to save them and repay the kindness. He has lived in Donglong City for a long time.

, he knows very well what the officials of Donglong City are like.

The city lord is cruel and greedy for money. He doesn't care about the life and death of the refugee tribe.

The deputy city lord is lustful and protects his shortcomings. Otherwise, how would Hua Xiong be able to sit in the position of general?

The West Mansion is selfish and vicious. It gathers most of the wealth of Donglong City.

The cooperation between the Daxi tribe and Donglong City may not be a good plan.

"Come on, you don't know them at all." Liu Cheng was worried.

Fortunately, today's visitor is General Mingqi, a rare upright man in Donglong City. Otherwise, Qin Lang and Wang Xiang would have been chopped into pieces.

Qin Lang remained unmoved. He smiled and accepted his kindness. He looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the Ming family and his son: "The Blood Cavalry wanted to destroy the Daxi tribe. We captured them out of helplessness. Today we only have

In order to return them to Donglong City unscathed, we also bring some sincerity from the Daxi tribe."

"Are you really not the masked man?" General Mingqi was still suspicious. There were too many similarities between the masked man and this man, but everything seemed very unreasonable.

"Don't compare him to me, okay? I don't know him at all." Qin Lang said seriously. He looked around at the blood-stricken cavalry surrounded by three layers of outer layers. He asked word by word: "Let me ask you, do I need to be blinded?"

Do you want to do things in person?"

The blood-sucking cavalry took a step back in fright and shook their heads.

In the abyss of death, Darcy retreated. To be honest, it was not because of the Ming family's reputation. The blood-sucking cavalry had long since become soft-footed shrimps. Who dared to resist?

The young man in front of him was a man of extremely terrifying strength.

The bearded man looked at the broken knife in his hand. This knife had been with him for more than 20 years and was made by Xu Qianshen, the most famous forging master in the Jade Kingdom. The material was made of the best iron ore.

He is famous for his toughness. He has never faced an opponent for more than 20 years. Today, he was cut into two pieces just after meeting him. I am afraid that this young man named Qin Lang will not be easy, and he is afraid that both his father and his son will be killed in a fight.

I couldn't get any cheaper, so I patiently said: "Tell me, why are you here?"

Qin Lang said loudly: "This trip is only for two things. The first one has just been mentioned, and the second one... The Daxi tribe surrendered to Donglong City and conquered other refugee tribes for Donglong City. I hope Donglong City will promise

The oasis around Moon Lake is owned by the Daxi tribe."

What he said was simple and clear, but it was full of bombshells.

The bearded Mingqi's face changed slightly, and the young general Mingxi said in shock: "Dad, this is absolutely impossible."

"Hmph! General Mingqi, you are the number one general in Donglong. Don't you see that this will be of great benefit to your Donglong City?" Qin Lang snorted coldly, irritating the other party, with a hint of joy on his handsome face.

Some looks of ridicule.

The Ming family troops looked at each other, not knowing what to do now.

There was silence inside the wall, except for the rustle of sand falling on the wall mixed with the gasps of everyone.

"Do you have any weight in what you say?" General Mingqi pondered for a long time, and finally raised his head and stared at Qin Lang.

This passerby is really quite capable.

"Of course my boss's words count." Seeing that the other party seemed to be interested in this matter, Wang Xiang rushed to speak for Qin Lang.

Qin Lang also nodded.

"Spread out, everyone spread out." General Mingqi waved his hand to everyone to get out of the way, intending to have a detailed chat with Qin Lang.

"oops."

But unexpectedly, Liu Cheng's scream suddenly came out at this time. Qin Lang turned around and saw Liu Cheng's right hand bleeding profusely, and he fell to the ground with a pale face. Hu Wei ran away with a short knife in his hand.

"Where to escape." Qin Lang felt cold. Today's event was almost ruined by this guy. Keeping it would only increase more harm. So he realized the murderous intention and pulled out the steel knife of a Ming family soldier next to him and used it as a weapon.

The concealed weapon was thrown out.

"Pfft." The steel knife moved very quickly and stabbed the fleeing Hu Wei's back without any bias. Hu Wei fell to the ground without even making a sound, and a large area of ​​sand was dyed red with blood.

"Fooling around, not keeping your word, seeking death." Qin Lang's face showed blue veins, and murderous intent loomed on his handsome face. The blood-stricken cavalry were trembling with fear. Originally, a few of them planned to fight Qin Lang because of the large number of people.

But he didn't expect Qin Lang to kill Hu Wei like chopping vegetables, and suddenly lost his courage. Only then did everyone wake up, and almost made a fatal mistake.

"Boss, that bastard cut off three of the fingers on this big nose." Wang Xiang hugged Liu Cheng, and when he saw the blood on his hands, Liu Cheng fainted from the pain.

"Fuck." Qin Lang's impression of Big Nose was not bad. He turned a good man into a second-level disabled person. He was the ultimate bastard: "Old General Mingqi, I don't blame him for this, I blame that guy for being too rude.

Trust me, in the Daxi tribe, he clearly promised to help us facilitate this matter, but he regretted it when he met you today. In my hometown, such a person must be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."

General Mingqi's face was not good-looking, he shook his head and said: "Hey, little brother, sometimes you have to be patient when doing things." Others may not know, but General Mingqi knows very well that the relationship between Hu Wei and Xifu is very subtle. Hu Wei

If you die, I'm afraid it will be more difficult to handle the things Qin Lang mentioned.

Asking from the bottom of his heart, Mingqi really wanted to solve the problem of the refugees. The refugees were very pitiful and were killed like animals by those useless bastards in Donglong City. He had always been reluctant to go on and couldn't bear it.

There are a total of three bonfires in the desert ruins.

One pile is two meters apart from another.

There are a bunch of blood-sucking cavalry and a bunch of Ming family troops.

There was only one pile left, and it was also the most burned pile. The father and son of the Ming family, Qin Lang, and Wang Xiang sat cross-legged and talked about important matters.

The desert temperature drops sharply after dark.

Wang Xiang always stared at Mingxi. Mingxi also stared at him. Like two fighting cocks, their eyes refused to give in. Qin Lang was very leisurely, holding grass in his mouth, lying on the sand and watching the stars. Ming

Qi Ze looked at the nine-ring knife in his hand with pain on his face. The knife that had been with him for twenty years had been broken inexplicably today.

"Accompany. You must accompany me." Mingqi blew his beard and discussed the conditions again.

"No." Qin Lang shook his hand: "I'm not a blacksmith. I can't cut my knife without relying on others. I decided not to agree to this condition."

The blood-sucking knights and the soldiers of the Ming family originally listened with open ears to hear the result of the two people's chaotic talk, but they did not expect that from dark to now, the two of them have been repeating the same thing.

Compensation...

No compensation...

Everyone finally lost interest and started talking about random topics among themselves.

"Will you pay compensation or not?" General Mingqi suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, looking extremely angry.

"No compensation." Qin Lang's tone was firm.

"I want to duel with you, let's go, let's go quickly." General Mingqi fiercely grabbed the broken knife in his hand and stared at Qin Lang as if he wanted to eat him.

"Let's go, whoever is afraid of whom, come on..." Qin Lang jumped up, patted the sand on his body and refused to give in at all.

"father……"

"Boss..."

"No one should talk, this is a matter between two men." Mingqi said a word and walked into the darkness with an aura on his face.

Without his words, no one would dare to follow.

"Fuck it, old man. Let's see if I don't pull out your beard." Qin Lang stretched out his middle finger and followed closely.

Except for Wang Xiang and Ming Xi, who entered the staring stage again, everyone looked at each other. They didn't know what the result of the competition between the two would be.

Someone originally planned to go over and take a peek, but unexpectedly, two people shouted from the darkness: "No one can come over, and don't let anyone die if you come over."

Without greeting first, no one would have the courage to take a peek.

…

Behind a collapsed house somewhere in Lvzhu Town, this place is far away from the camp.

"A bearded monster can act." Qin Lang had a slight smirk on his pretty face. Who wants to fight? No one wants to fight.

The bearded man looked at the broken knife in his hand and sighed in pain: "This old guy has been with me for twenty years."

"Oh, I said you are so old, why can't you let go? The old ones won't go away, and the new ones won't come." Qin Lang got a headache when he saw his appearance.

"Do you want to compensate?" It's still the same sentence.

Qin Lang covered his head and nodded: "Okay, I obey you, I will accompany you, give me the knife."

The bearded Mingqi then beamed with joy: "A grown man means what he says."

"Good, very good. As a gentleman says, no horse can be chased. Okay? Let's talk about business." Qin Lang accepted the broken knife that Ming Qi reluctantly handed over, and smiled bitterly in his heart. He would not give him the knife.

I'm afraid nothing can be discussed.

"Headache, headache!" The bearded man frowned, his thick black eyebrows almost sticking together.

"Isn't he just a lobbyist? Is it that difficult?" Qin Lang really couldn't figure it out. Although the bearded man didn't have a high position in Donglong City, his prestige could be said to be unrivaled by no one except the city lord.

The cavalry boasted), why are you afraid that it will be difficult to speak if someone has a strong heart?

"The key lies with Hu Wei." The bearded man looked at him seriously: "If you kill him, things will be much more difficult."

"Hu Wei!" Qin Lang could tell that the bearded man was not lying, but was talking to him about this matter seriously: "Is there someone behind him?"

The bearded man nodded: "This guy is different. He is the only knight in the entire Donglong City who has the title of Black Iron Knight. Although that thing is nothing in my eyes, the only thing always means a lot of meaning.

"

"What's the meaning? You are mumbling. It seems to me that you are getting older and timid. I heard someone said that when you were young, you rushed to the Yushan ** team by yourself and directly chopped down the opponent's commander. What on earth is this?

It’s not true. You don’t look like you at all.”

"As people get older, they have to think about some things, such as my home and my children. If I make a wrong step, they will be hurt." The bearded man sighed, looked at the young man in front of him, and spoke his mind.

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Qin Lang's heart trembled. Bearded's words brought back many past memories. He nodded and said with a smile: "So that's it. Okay! This matter will not have anything to do with you, but you have to help with something.

"

"Oh! This smart boy must have an amazing father." The bearded Mingqi laughed loudly. Unexpectedly, his conversation with this boy was straightforward.

"Come!" He said with a smile on his face.

"I fought." Qin Lang clenched his fists, indicating that he was about to take action. He emphasized: "I really fought."

"Fight. Fight quickly." The bearded man closed his eyes.

"Pa." The fist hit the bearded man's face hard. The bearded man screamed in pain and covered half of his face. Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He cursed in a low voice: "I asked you to hit me, but you can't hit me lightly."

Come on, respect the old and love the young, you know, damn boy."

Qin Lang covered his fists and looked at the bruised half of the bearded face with a smile and thought, who asked you to show such great fatherly love in front of me? I have never felt it...

"Let's go! I'm defeated." Qin Lang stretched out his hand to signal him to go ahead.

The bearded man cursed again: "You are such a bastard."

…

Early the next morning.

Qin Lang stood majestically in front of thirty-two people and shouted: "Your only savior, General Mingqi, has become my defeated general. Just listen to me and I will send you back to Donglong City safely."

.Otherwise, the result will be like him."

Wang Xiang in the distance pointed to the new grave next to him with a shovel, which belonged to Hu Wei.

Buried hastily.

No one among the thirty-one people dared to speak. The huge fist mark on General Mingqi's face was very intimidating. Mingxi wanted to avenge his father, but the bearded man held him tightly and emphasized in a low voice over and over again.

, no one present can beat him.

Qin Lang looked at everyone with satisfaction, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, I'm going to Donglong City to negotiate."

After that, one man took thirty-two people to the direction of Donglong City in one stride. He and Hu Wei gave all thirty-two horses to Wang Xiang and asked him to take them back to the Daxi tribe.

No riding is allowed, only walking.

This is the first condition announced by Qin Lang last night.

He had his own thoughts in mind, and when he subconsciously drew out the black sword, he was almost recognized as a masked guest. If he let Wang Xiang take him with him on horseback, there would be another incident.

Just use this seemingly unscrupulous method.

Donglong City is just ahead, and success in this first step is inevitable.

"Brother, please let me know that someone from the Darxi tribe is coming." There was a handsome young man in linen clothes at the north gate of Donglong City. With a pleasant smile on his face, he said to the guard guarding the gate.

present.

The guard guarding the gate stared behind him in stunned silence.

Ming family father and son, Ming family army, blood-killing cavalry...

All of them have great backgrounds.

"Boy, bow your head to me, look at how scared I am, bow your head, bow your head! No matter what you are in normal times, remember it now, you are my prisoners, prisoners..." Qin Lang turned around and pretended to be ferocious and shouted loudly

Roar.

When he turned around again, all the guards at the north gate had disappeared, and the people coming in and out stood on the road dumbfounded.

"It's almost done, kid." The bearded Mingqi whispered behind him, and Qin Lang felt that he was almost done. He waved to the stunned people, like an inspecting leader, with a warm smile on his face.

The people going in and out waved at him in fear, and the sound of galloping horse hooves heard from inside the city gate, making them disperse quickly.

Looking at the formation, the effect seems to be achieved.

Hua Xiong's injury was still not healed, and his head was wrapped in gauze, which looked like a special product from Egypt. The Cavalry Guards seemed to have regained their strength again, and it was so dark that at least three to five hundred people were arrayed outside the north gate.

The formation is really awesome and grand.

"Who is coming?" The vanguard was a black-faced man with a big hammer in his hand, looking very powerful.

"Darcy Qin Lang." Qin Lang looked at the formation in front of him and felt heroic.

This is really what men do!

This is how Zhao Zilong answered Cao Cao in the midst of thousands of troops.

Changshan Zhao Zilong!

Qin Lang has always wanted to try this spirit, and he seemed to have some feeling for it today.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Thank you." Qin Lang said and threw out a letter from Qiankun's bag, and the black-faced man received it in his hand. He quickly ran towards the back of the queue. The city lord and deputy city lord were not here. Hua Xiong is now acting as Donglong City's agent.

.

"This man looks very brave, what is his name?" Qin Lang turned his head and quietly asked General Mingqi behind him.

"Meng You is just a reckless man." Ming Qi didn't think highly of him.

Hua Xiong unfolded the letter and wrote the thoughts of the Daxi tribe in Jinxiu Boy. The more he read, the more shocked he became. After reading it, he was shocked. He rolled the letters together and said angrily: "Bold refugee, who gave you the courage."

"Do I need it?" Qin Lang cast a demonstrative glance behind him. He has strength and there is no need to worry about courage: "The Darxi tribe is very sincere and only hopes that Donglong City will give it a chance."

"General Mingqi, are you afraid of him alone when you have more than thirty people?" Hua Xiong looked down upon Qin Lang, who was born as a refugee, and wanted to legalize the oasis around Moon Lake. It was simply a wishful thinking.

The bearded General Mingqi looked embarrassed and did not answer. Qin Lang took out the broken knife like a magic trick and showed off in front of everyone: "I have cut off General Mingqi's weapons. Please think about it again. Besides..."

Qin Lang, who was still talking a moment ago, stared at his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance of at least ten meters between the two parties at an incredible speed.

The five spearmen at the front were knocked to the ground unconscious in the most direct and effective way without any chance to react. Qin Lang stood in the queue with five spears in his hands, scaring the defenders to retreat.

"Besides, if it weren't for the sake of brothers Luda and Lu Xi, Donglong City, hum! I would be too lazy to come."

Arrogant, too arrogant.

But no one present knew how Qin Lang did it. Only the deputy city lord had such skills.

Hua Xiong swallowed his Adam's apple, doubting his eyes.

Donglong City is just a remote small town. How could there be such a powerful master at such a young age? His cultivation level is probably on par with that of the masked guest back then. Putting it this way...

He suddenly had a plan in his mind.

So he had a good attitude and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, hero. It's just that the city lord and deputy city lord are out. Hua Xiong can't make up his mind about this matter... so..."

Qin Lang threw away the spear in his hand and stood proudly in the forest of swords. Soldiers surrounded him.

"How wonderful it would be if we did this earlier!" Qin Lang raised his hand, and the soldiers surrounding him had no choice but to retreat one after another, and the small circle turned into a large circle.

"The Darcy tribe is willing to do this, so what are your plans, hero?" Killing with a borrowed knife has always been Hua Xiong's favorite method. As long as the man in front of him surrenders to him, the masked man's revenge will be avenged.

"Of course I surrender to Donglong City and obey the orders." Qin Lang crossed his hands on his chest and raised his thick eyebrows.

Two cunning guys were thinking about the same thing.

Qin Lang knew that Hua Xiong needed him.

"As for Donglong City's recovery of other refugee tribes, we have to see something real." Hua Xiong flicked his fingernails. In his eyes, refugees will never be a threat.

The only ones who felt threatened were the masked men. With just two people, they broke through the west gate and wiped out the Donglong Guards. This fighting power was really terrifying.

There is still one month left. Hua Xiong needs one month. In one month's time, he does not want the bug to come to Donglong City again and cause trouble. One month later, the city lord and deputy city lord will return from the magical and great continent in the east. They are arrogant in front of them.

The kid, the masked man, and the refugee tribe will all die.

Crazy ideas have been formed, and the perfect plan is right in front of him. He can even smell the confused smell of blood in the air when the city lord returns.

"Okay!" Qin Lang thought for a moment and held out four fingers: "In four days, the Daxi tribe will regain three tribes. At that time, I hope that there will be a place for me in Donglong City as a gift to the Daxi tribe.

Guarantee.”

Four days, three tribes.

Almost equal to one tribe per day.

This is simply impossible.

The refugee tribe hates Donglong City so much. With their stubborn characters, how can they easily submit to the Darxi tribe? In their eyes, the Darxi tribe will only end up being the lackeys of Donglong City.

Everyone present felt incredible. Only the famous general Donglong stared at Qin Lang's back with a strange look in his eyes, as if he wanted to get some kind of answer from him.

"Haha! Okay, so refreshing." Hua Xiong laughed loudly.

The agreement was reached amid laughter.

Of course, Qin Lang also let go of the Bloody Cavalry and the Ming family troops.

Four days. He only had four days to recover the three tribes, a task that others thought was impossible. In this way, he could have a bigger bargaining chip in Donglong City, one that was enough to allow him to complete the true purpose hidden deep in his heart.

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The sun sets in the west.

The unusually high sky in the desert was filled with fiery clouds, patches of red. Qin Lang rode his horse staggering around, leaving a long and slender shadow in the desert.

On the north gate wall, there was a bearded man and a young man standing on the observation deck. The bearded man had a light in his eyes and said softly to the young man beside him: "Xiaoxi, you will follow him from now on."

There are only two countries in the Barrens, one is the Jade Kingdom to the east of the Death Abyss, and the other is the Yanju Kingdom to the west of the Death Desert. Although the two countries are not very big, they are rich and have strong soldiers. The Jade Kingdom produces all kinds of jade.

, the horses of Yanju Kingdom are famous all over the world, and there is also a legend that Yanju, one of the four most famous horses in the world, is hidden in a grassland in the country. It has fire under its feet and can travel thousands of miles in a day. Unfortunately, not many people have seen it.

Donglong City happens to be between the two countries. In recent years, the continuous advancement of the Death Desert has caused Donglong to lose a lot of land. As a result, there have been many homeless floating people. They have no farmland, no fixed residence, and even

Even the freshness of life could not be guaranteed. In order to survive for each other, they gradually hugged each other and formed more than a dozen refugee tribes, large and small, of which there were three largest ones.

Suihan, Yinxiu and Daxi were just because there were two countries threatening them in the east and west. The remaining nine small tribes were all distributed to the north and south of Donglong.

It is really not an easy task to gather three tribes in four days.

The most difficult problem at present is that the Daxi tribe has no soldiers, no regular army, and no regular equipment. They are all farmers and can only use hoes and shovels.

Then, Luda and Lu Xi didn't know that Qin Lang had given Donglong City such a condition, and now they were having a headache.

A person left, quietly, and no one knew where he was going.

This person is Zhao Jushi, the teacher of Lu Da and Lu Xi.

The departure of Master Zhao seemed to be related to the arrival of Qin Lang and the farce of Old Sartre at Moon Lake. Luda and Lu Xi were shocked when they found out that Master Zhao was gone, and hurriedly went to Old Sartre's residence to inquire about the teacher's whereabouts.

After all, Lao Sartre and Master Zhao are usually close to each other, but it's a pity that they don't know one thing.

What happened at the Moon Lake made Old Sartre very sad and regretted what he had done to Qin Lang. It also made him see clearly that this person had no talent, so he left.

Sartre did not feel any pity, he just sighed a few times for the departure of a chess friend and drove the two of them out of the tent. He needed to wash away the sins on his body and learn the will of the God of Light more devoutly.

When the moon was setting, a horse ran toward the Daxi tribe, and immediately stumbled and threw down a man. This man was none other than Qin Lang, who couldn't ride a horse.

The bumps along the way almost caused him to fall apart. Qin Lang lay on the grass, panting heavily, cursing the damn alien world, why there was no better transportation.

This horse is stupid and difficult to ride, and my wife... can't stand it.

"Fuck." Qin Lang raised his middle finger to the sky and stood up. It felt like there was a horse's spine supporting his legs, which were not even together. They were sore and turned into spiral legs.

He really couldn't understand how he could be in severe pain when he was obviously in a vajra body and if he felt pain, it would be pain from a horse.

Don't be afraid of anything, swords, guns or sticks.

My only weakness is my fear of riding horses, my absolute weakness!

Qin Lang muttered in his mind, tied the horse to a willow tree, and limped towards the Darxi tribe.

Time does not wait for anyone. Four days will start counting as soon as today's son's time is over. We need to discuss it with Luda and Lu Xi. I am definitely not as familiar with the refugee tribe as they are.

Qin Lang, who walked into the Daxi tribe and opened Ruda's tent, did not know that a small trouble that quietly left today would turn into a big trouble in the days to come, a very big trouble.

"My brother Qin Lang, why did you come back alone? Is everything going well?" Luda, who was reading under the lamp, was slightly surprised to see Qin Lang suddenly appear, and quickly stood up to greet him.

Qin Lang's face was full of wrinkles and he waved his hands: "Stop, stop, stop hugging me, my body will fall apart if you hug me again...Give me a break first!"

Luda was very puzzled. He had seen Qin Lang's ability before. He felt anxious and asked anxiously: "Is it possible that the matter failed?"

"Ah... Shutan... I'm not defeated, how can I, it's just that the damn horse is so difficult to ride, it almost broke my balls." Qin Lang poured a bowl of water, drank it, and sat on the grass pier.

, relaxed his limbs and sighed greatly. (To be continued...)