Pope System of Rebirth

"Uncle Chunzi, Uncle Whip, why don't you go talk to him and trade him for a bloody horse!"

"Your Highness, the matter is no longer the problem of the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame, it is already the problem of our three senior brothers. Unless we defeat him, we cannot rest at ease. As a warrior, this is the minimum dignity."

The two of them talked happily.

It's been a long time since I met a master. My senior brother is out of retirement, so he will definitely be able to save his face.

However, something happened in Lok Ma Town.

The strange man disappeared, and the horse that led him disappeared.

No one knows where he went. If it was a normal day, he wouldn't pay attention to such a problem, but it's different now. Weird Qin Lang has become a celebrity, a celebrity in Luoma Town, and everyone pays attention to his every move.

Therefore, his disappearance caused a lot of discussion.

A group of people said that the weirdo was tired and went to rest.

A group of people said that the weirdos were scared and the top master of Yanju Kingdom was about to appear.

A group of people also said that the weirdo bought the horse and left.

…

Although there is a lot of strange news, weird people are afraid that the number one master of Yanju Kingdom is coming. This speculation has been recognized by most people.

After all, where did Qin Lang go?

He can only ask himself this.

Qin Lang quietly took Carrot back to Ma Weng's courtyard while no one was paying attention to him.

Wang Xiangbing was almost well. He had just woken up a few days ago and heard that Qin Lang was fine and had quietly seen him. No one expected that Qin Lang would come back suddenly.

"Meeting, meeting."

After closing the door and making sure that no one was following, Qin Lang whispered to the three of them and entered the house.

The door was closed. An hour later, Liu Cheng hurried out and rode his horse out of the yard. Another quarter of an hour later, Ma Wen also came out and came to the carrot and recorded its characteristics one by one.

Then he also went out.

By this time the moon had risen.

An oil lamp was lit in the room, and only Qin Lang and Wang Xiang were left.

Qin Lang looked at Wang Xiang and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Wang Xiang smiled bitterly but said nothing.

"What's on your mind?" Qin Lang could tell. Wang Xiang did have something on his mind.

"I run very fast." Wang Xiang said with rare seriousness, staring at the wick as if he was reminiscing.

"No ordinary horse can catch up with you." Qin Lang nodded. Wang Xiang's specialty was something I had seen when I met him in the abyss of death. It can be described as "scud".

"But I can only run." He picked the wick. The room was much brighter, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at Qin Lang: "Boss, but I can only run. Apart from running, I can do nothing."

Qin Lang was very surprised and didn't know what happened to Wang Xiang today.

Wang Xiang put down the small stick he was using to pick out the wick: "I can't help at all with what the boss encounters."

Qin Lang comforted him: "It is impossible for one person to do many things. You don't have to worry about these things. Besides, the weather with three dragons playing in the sky is not something that people can cope with."

"No." Wang Xiang's eyes were filled with perseverance: "Boss will go very far. If we continue at the current speed, I can only run and be of no use. I will only hold you back."

"Are you leaving?" Qin Lang was shocked. The first person he met after coming to the other world was Wang Xiang. Although Wang Xiang usually called him boss, Qin Lang knew that Wang Xiang was his friend.

My only friend so far.

In his heart, he couldn't let Wang Xiang go, but Wang Xiang's firm eyes left him speechless.

Wang Xiang nodded and said: "I need to leave, but I will come back. Boss, I hope that when I come back, I will be your right-hand man. No matter what you do, I can help."

"Do you have a place to go? Where is your sister?" Qin Lang knew very well that as a refugee, it was too difficult to learn martial arts outside. If he stayed with him, he would be able to get a powerful book one day.

It's much easier to learn the secrets from him than to go out outside.

Wang Xiang said: "I am not born with the ability to run. This ability was taught by a monk I met when I was a child, so I plan to go there."

"Are you sure he can teach you something?" Qin Lang expressed doubts. The people on this continent believe in the Lord God of Light. What ability can a monk in the temple have?

"He can. Although I was only ten years old at the time, I knew that the monk was a powerful figure because he asked me if I wanted to learn to run, walk, or fly."

"I was young at that time and didn't know what was going on. When the news about my sister came out, the old monk drove me down the mountain and told me that the monk's temple could not accept women, not even girls."

"Do you still remember the location?" Qin Lang was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Wang Xiang to have such an experience.

"I don't remember, so I want the boss to help me." Wang Xiang knelt on the ground solemnly and said firmly: "My sister, I hope the boss can help take care of her, and her identity."

"Needless to say, if you really want to leave, I will take good care of your sister. But once you leave, you don't know when you will come back." Qin Lang helped him up and said solemnly: "That's when the time comes.

I don’t know where I will go.”

This is indeed a problem.

Maybe by the time Wang Xiang came back, he had found a way to separate the power of the Three Pure Ones from the Black and White Qi, and left the other world and returned to his hometown.

"However, I promise that Wang Tingting will not suffer as long as I am here. But if you want to leave, you have to wait until this matter is finished."

…

Wang Xiang's departure came unexpectedly.

He had his own plans. Qin Lang knew that he had no reason to stop him.

However, he was standing in the courtyard, holding a pink jade pendant in his hand.

Wang Tingting's identity, he raised his head and placed the jade pendant under the moonlight and looked at it carefully.

Ruby, a very precious thing.

The carvings of three dragons and one phoenix...

In the middle of the night, people in Luoma Town discovered that the weirdo was back again. He was gnawing on chicken legs and leading a maroon pony back to the entrance of the town. The wooden sign was placed sideways beside him, and the chair was broken and there was no place to sit, so he simply sat on it.

On the ground.

Guixiang

A very famous name, even among the royal family of Yanju Kingdom. This name also has an unusually noble position.

Because he is the number one master in Yanju Kingdom and the most powerful person in the Barrens.

He has reached the level of Nine Star Swordsman two years ago. He only needs to cross one hurdle to become the first true great swordsman in the Barrens.

Great Swordsman, a title for the ultimate in swordsmanship skills. It is also the strongest state that can be reached by the standard human physical limit.

However, the same situation happened to him.

In the palace, Luo called him Xiao Xiangzi.

The titles of the three brothers are: Xiao Chunzi, Xiao Braid, and Xiao Xiangzi.

There is a slight difference between the first two and the last one.

Therefore, Guixiang likes to sit in a sedan chair and does not like to ride a horse.

This habit delayed Guixiang's appearance by two days.

It was too late to catch up with the rainy season in Yanju Kingdom.

On this day, the sun had not appeared since early morning. Dark clouds piled up in the sky, motionless. Qin Lang clicked his lips and drooped his head.

The sign in his hand was half-raised.

"Sweat blood, sweat blood, where are you!"

Passers-by have become accustomed to it and consciously keep half a meter away from him.

It's two o'clock at noon. The dark clouds still haven't moved. I don't know how the desert wind blows.

Strange sounds could be heard outside Lok Ma Town.

It was a sedan. A bright red sedan, carried by four strong men.

Shaking and shaking, he entered Luoma Town and leisurely stopped in front of Qin Lang.

The bright red sedan chair. Could it be that someone’s bride is here?

People at the entrance of the town gathered around.

The four strong men put down their sedan chairs and left the town without saying anything.

Among the onlookers, Nao Nao couldn't understand what was going on, but Qin Lang, who was squatting on the ground, could see clearly. A flying horse of fire was embroidered on the door of the red sedan.

"It's from the palace."

Someone in the crowd of onlookers saw the embroidery on the sedan door clearly and shouted.

Everyone was shocked.

After a huff, the whole street became depressed and clean.

Qin Lang turned his head and looked at the panicked expressions of passers-by. He thought to himself that this world is so strange. They would avoid watching fights. It was not like in his hometown, where people would crowd around and watch when they saw fights.

The folk customs are really different.

"Ahem."

There was a sound of coughing in the red sedan, and Qin Lang frowned. Why did he feel so strange today? It seemed that the person in the sedan was a little special.

The sedan door opened, and a pair of shoes appeared first. They were a pair of black cloth shoes, with white soles without even a speck of dust.

Falling down slowly, the man behind the shoes seemed to be very patient, coughed again, and then walked out of the sedan door.

He is about forty years old, with very thin eyebrows, big eyes, and a sparse mustache under his nose. He is wearing a purple-green embroidered robe.

The whole person looks very strange, a little less masculine and a little more rouge.

The old man has rouge smell, disgusting!

That's why Qin Lang frowned.

"Excuse me, this young man is Darcy Qin Lang." The old man cupped his hands with all the courtesy.

"Who are you?" Qin Lang had already guessed who he was, but he still pretended that he didn't know him. He had to pretend to be a good person when he was doing some small conspiracy.

The old man straightened up, his short hair on his head was blown a little crookedly, he straightened it up, and then said: "Guixiang."

"Kneel down..." Qin Lang almost burst into laughter. This name was also very interesting.

"I heard that both my junior brothers were defeated by you?" The old man's eyes were squinted, his eyes were slightly exposed under his frown, and he wanted to see Qin Lang through.

Qin Lang raised his head and stared at him, with a gloomy look on his face: "I don't want to fight either, but it's a pity that they want to steal my horse."

"I heard that your sword is accurate and fast." The old man naturally removed his eyes and asked calmly.

Qin Lang stood up and said, "That's what they said."

"Well, how about a fight?" The old man rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing his calloused palm.

Qin Lang snorted: "Why should we fight? Every time we fight, there is no reason." Turning around, he patted Carrot on the head. This fight requires conditions.

"If I must fight, what should you do?" The old man was still rolling up his sleeves, with his left hand rolled up and his right hand rolled up. It seemed that Qin Lang must fight him.

"You don't have this thing. I won't fight you, and you won't get it." Qin Lang turned his back to him and raised the sign to show him.

The sweaty BMW has not yet been obtained, so there is no need to discuss the fight.

The old man glanced at the wooden sign casually, then turned sideways and pulled out an old sword from the sedan. It was at least six feet long.

Three feet is one meter, six feet is two meters.

This was the first time Qin Lang had seen a two-meter-long sword.

This sword has no scabbard, is shiny white, and has very thick blades on both sides, as if it has never been bladed.

"What if I must fight?" There was a hint of threat in his words.

"I'm running away!"

These two simple words brought a hint of ridicule to Qin Lang's face.

In this world, it is impossible for martial arts masters to say these two words, because in their creed, they will not escape even if they die in battle.

That's why the old man Guixiang said with confidence that he would fight. He firmly believed that Qin Lang would not escape.

It's a pity that he thought wrong. There is no such creed in Qin Lang's mind at all. If you can't beat him, run away. This is the most basic principle. Who would be stupid enough to kill others? If you can't beat him now, run away first. Come back later. Wouldn't it be more important?

Good deal.

The old man was stunned for a moment. The hand wiping the sword stopped.

"I hope we will be together indefinitely." Qin Lang got on his horse and left without any mercy.

The clatter of horse hooves echoed in the empty street.

The audience hiding in the dark looked at each other. No one knew what was going on.

"Is he afraid?"

Wu's, the blacksmith shop closest to the town's entrance, was crowded with about twenty people.

"The devil knows what's going on. It looks like we can't start a big battle."

"I must be scared."

"As a warrior, you shouldn't be like this!"

People are discussing.

Guixiang, an old man who was cleaning his sword, suddenly shouted: "How about betting on horse racing?"

The sound of horse hooves stopped, a gust of wind blew from the sky, and the clouds finally moved, and a few spliced ​​together to form an awkward pattern.

"How to bet?"

Qin Lang rode his horse back.

"If I lose, I'll give you my bloody horse. If you lose, your pony will be mine."

The old man began to clean his sword again, as if the sweat and blood were nothing to him.

But, as soon as this sentence came out.

The audience in Wu's shop was in a frenzy.

As we all know, in gambling, the gambling products must be of equal value. A bloody horse versus a pony, how can you say this? I'm afraid Guixiang is sure of winning.

Everyone was discussing noisily.

I don't know who shouted out.

"No matter what they bet on, it would be nice to watch it."

"Yes!"

Everyone agreed that this issue, which was no longer the core part, would no longer be discussed.

They didn't talk about it, but Qin Lang wanted to.

Because his horse is of great value.

A piece of sweat and blood! Nothing.

Thirty thousand taels of silver.

Qin Lang's lion opened his mouth.

Three fingers stood up unusually straight in the wind.

The bay-red horse was exchanged for the sweat-blooded BMW plus thirty thousand taels of silver. This was a large number, big enough to arm an army of three thousand men.

The people who peeped at it were stunned.

No matter how you look at it, this transaction is not proportional.

How could a broken stallion be worth so much money?

Okay, see you in a day.

Only the person involved knew the secret, so Guixiang left the sedan behind and walked out of Luoma Town.

The weather in the desert is very strange. It is covered with dark clouds and cannot squeeze out a drop of rain.

One day is either fast or slow.

Gambling has started secretly in Lok Ma Town. The first two times were too sudden and the gamblers did not seize this opportunity.

The weirdo PKed the top master of Yanju Kingdom. While Guixiang went to prepare things, the gambling game started, and there were an unusually large number of people betting. Unfortunately, Qin Lang, the "dark horse", was not taken seriously at all, and the odds of the gambling game were one-sided.

situation.

One day later, it is still the same time period.

There were more and more dark clouds in the sky, blocking the sun and the blue sky. The sky and the earth were dark. There was only the sound of the wind and the two camps in Luoma Town.

Yi Fang, Chun San, Yang Braid, Guixiang, Little Prince.

Yi Yifang, Qin Lang, Ma Weng.

The red sedan parked in the middle separated the two sides. After only one day, sand fell all over the sedan.

An unusually tall horse is tied to a stone pillar at the entrance of Luoma Town.

This horse is much more powerful than the other horses. Carrot stares at it, but it still raises its head proudly.

"Is it sweat and blood? Ma Weng." Qin Lang took a look and felt that this horse was indeed remarkable. The four hooves were very long, the waist was very high, and even the facial features on the horse's face were quite handsome.

Ma Wen had studied for a while and got the exact answer: "It is indeed."

Qin Lang smiled and said, "Thank you very much. This is your labor fee." As he said that, he threw a bag of money over, and Ma Weng thanked him repeatedly before leaving in a hurry.

What we just performed was a play, a play that caused other people to have an illusion.

He is the only one in Lok Ma Town and has no accomplices.

"Where's the money?" After the horse appraisal was completed, it was naturally money.

Guixiang winked at Yang Braid, who took a thick stack of banknotes from Chun San's hand.

"Longteng silver notes, universal in mainland China, one thousand taels each, thirty in total."

"It's empty talk. Let's establish a written evidence. Just wait a moment." After saying that, he left the carrot and went straight to the door of a nearby room. He knocked on the door.

The door opened, and no less than thirty people were crowded inside.

Qin Lang stared at them like an eagle and said, "Come out and call your friends to be witnesses."

Everyone did not dare to disobey and followed him out of the house.

After a while, the street was filled with people again.

Make a big circle.

"Okay. Now we can establish the written evidence."

Qin Lang was very satisfied with his arrangement.

"Today's competition, if Daxi Qinlang wins, 30,000 taels of silver and the bloody horse will belong to him. If Guixiang wins, the carrot will belong to him."

The written evidence is established.

Everyone spread out some distance again.

Because the competition is about to officially begin.

"please."

Guixiang stretched out his hand and Qin Lang walked out.

There is a sedan in the middle.

Guixiang is still cleaning his sword.

Qin Lang no longer had the wooden sign in his hand, but instead had a sword wrapped in a gray cloth bag. The hilt looked strange, long on the left and short on the right, and not very well made.

The two stood opposite each other, motionless.

One stop takes half an hour.

Qin Lang didn't plan to move, he was waiting.

The great swordsman's cultivation level is no joke. He learned from Liu Cheng's mouth that this is the code name representing the strongest human being. If he doesn't have exquisite swordsmanship, he will never gain any advantage by attacking. It is better to wait and wait.

, winning with his extremely sensitive vision.

Qin Lang didn't intend to move, so he casually placed the sword beside him. This made Guixiang feel a little pressure. The sword he casually released seemed simple, but in fact it was not simple at all.

This battle involves many things. His sword is ruthless and accurate.

So we can only wait for the opportunity and wait for him to reveal his flaws before attacking.

If Qin Lang knew what the great swordsman Guixiang was thinking, he would laugh like crazy.

Stab!

Just when the two of them were having their own thoughts, there was a thunder in the sky. The positive and negative dark clouds that had accumulated for a long time finally had a chance to come into contact.

Heavy rain is about to fall.

Then, just as the string of lightning lit up, Guixiang suddenly moved. His long sword thrust forward and hit just one point. That point was nowhere else but Qin Lang's Adam's apple.

The flaw was finally exposed.

Qin Lang glanced sideways at the sky.

This sword was extremely fast, so fast that it seemed as if the wind had slowed down. It was so fast that Qin Lang felt that it was very fast, and the scene in his eyes was no longer so slow.

He turned sideways in panic, the sharp energy from the sword wiped across his neck, and the cold air stirred up goosebumps.

Qin Lang was surprised, there was a sedan between the two of them, how could he come here.

Carrying the sword, he didn't want to expose his powerful body too much now.

Guixiang swung his sword again, this time the tip of the sword trembled like a snake.

Qin Lang had no choice but to give up after half-lifting the sword. He stepped back to avoid the attack from the snake before raising the sword again.

Guixiang arrives again.

The sword can only be released again.

This way.

A strange scene occurred on the field.

Qin Lang kept trying to lift the sword.

Guixiang always interrupted him.

Lifting the sword, releasing the sword, and dodging have become Qin Lang's long-lasting movements.

Attack, then attack again and become Guixiang

…

Guixiang's sword is very fast, reaching the maximum speed of the human body.

So his swordsmanship has a name, Flashing Sword.

Each sword seemed to flash out of nowhere.

He hopes his sword can be faster than Flashpoint. No one has survived more than sixteen swords under his sword.

However, Qin Lang today made him feel a little scared.

Because there are already thirteen swords.

He has been counting silently in his mind, and Chun San and Yang Zhuizi, who are watching, are also counting silently.

For the fourteenth sword, Qin Lang lowered his head to avoid it.

On the fifteenth sword, Qin Lang rolled over.

For the sixteenth sword, Qin Lang rolled sideways to avoid it.

…

The twenty-fifth sword.

Qin Lang felt that this was too uncomfortable and he could only hide. He had no ability to fight back.

With another sword raised from his armpit, Qin Lang suddenly froze his body, raised his foot, and kicked Guixiang's body with a shot.

…

No one could have imagined that Qin Lang would do such a thing.

Such shameless and obscene behavior should not appear on a warrior.

…

Bang.

With a solid kick, Guixiang hit something.

If a man’s precious thing is kicked by King Kong’s foot, his anus will be sore...

Then, what happened next surprised Qin Lang.

Guixiang frowned and pushed forward, raised his sword and continued to attack.

Qin Lang covered his mouth, turned over a few feet away from him, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The number one master in the Yanju Kingdom is actually!

I don’t have a small penis.

His smile made everyone feel baffled.

But the person involved, Guixiang, knew what he was laughing at. It was a secret, a secret that had always been there.

A very strange thing is that there are no eunuchs in this world. There have never been any. There is not even the word eunuch. It is very shameful for a man to have a penis.

Normally such things rarely happen.

Unfortunately, this happened to Guixiang.

Due to an accident when I was young, my little penis was gone. Even Chun San and Yang Zhuizi didn't know this secret.

Today, Qin Lang knows.

The seemingly rogue kick revealed the truth.

"You don't have the little jj. Practice the Sunflower Book... Hahaha..." Qin Lang covered his stomach and laughed wildly. No wonder he made a bright red sedan chair and wore a bright purple and bright red rust robe. Even the little mustache under his nose. Why?

It's like it's glued on.

The onlookers were in an uproar!

A huge secret exploded in Lok Ma Town.

At this time, the big red sedan seemed to have split in two because of hearing such a secret.

The little prince Luo Hao covered his mouth and tried hard to suppress the urge to laugh on his delicate face.

"Second brother, is this true?" Chun San's eyes widened, and the straight beard under his chin lost its vitality.

Yang braid shook his head: "I don't know, I really don't know." The long braid also seemed to lose its momentum.

Guixiang's face turned blue, he raised his hand and sighed: "Junior brother, our brotherhood ends here! Have a good journey." He did not look back and said something very manly.

Who would want to be called brothers to someone who doesn't have a penis?

"Senior brother, what are you talking about? We will always be brothers." Yang Zhuizi was shocked and clenched his fists to express that he had nothing to do with it.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother is right, even if you don't... we will always be brothers." Chun San yelled at his broken voice.

Guixiang's face was so moved that he almost cried.

Qin Lang put away his smile and looked at it in surprise. The friendship between the three of them was extraordinary.

The three brothers sighed. Guixiang regained his confidence, stood up straight and said, "Is there nothing wrong with me? The competition has nothing to do with this matter."

"Okay, I shouldn't say that." Qin Lang became serious: "But you can't defeat me."

The sword was raised towards Guixiang.

Qin Lang realized his problems during this battle, but he also knew at the same time that his level was still above that of a great swordsman. It can be said that he gained more by going back and forth.

"You are so confident, we will win or lose with one strike." Guixiang's old face was a little more excited, he had not encountered an opponent in many years.

The desire to fight has kept him awake many nights.

In today's battle, the result doesn't seem to be that important anymore.

Because he knows the hearts of the two brothers and knows that reaching the limit of the human body is not the limit of swordsmanship. Those legendary sword sects, sword kings, and sword kings must exist.

The young man in front of me may be able to reach that level, because he is still young and in his twenties, he can dodge his twenty-six sword strikes. He has at least reached the level of a great swordsman.

Moreover, there is also a confident heart.

Breaking through the limits of the human body, possessing sword intent, sword soul, and even sword heart.

He remembered that when he first learned martial arts, his master said that those who practice martial arts should only pursue their hearts.

"please!"

"please!"

Qin Lang noticed his change and slowly opened the Qiankun bag, revealing the black sword blade for the first time in Luoma Town.

"Can a sword without an edge defeat me?" Guixiang's sharp eyes noticed something special about his sword.

"There is no need for a sharp blade to kill people." Qin Lang stared at him, the black sword exuding a very oppressive aura in the dark weather.

Another lightning flashed across the sky.

A drop of rain falls.

It fell on the tip of Guixiang's sword.

Another drop fell and landed on Qin Lang's sword hilt.

Rain, one drop, two drops, three or four drops gathered together...

I don’t know how many drops fell.

No one onlookers had the idea of ​​​​hiding from the rain. Everyone knew that the ending they had been waiting for was about to happen.

Qin Lang moved, the black stone sword was inserted into the sand, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands.

Guixiang took a deep breath and held the sword tightly with both hands.

The rain seemed to have stopped at that moment.

The tip of the black stone sword kept dragging in the sand, making a squeaking sound. He walked forward, faster and faster, and finally turned into a sprint.

Suddenly, he swung his sword, and the rain seemed to fall faster at that moment.

The black stone sword rose up from the sand.

The sword was still about one meter away from Guixiang. It stopped. It stopped in the rain.

If the sword does not reach the body, can it hurt someone?

But Guixiang's expression changed drastically at that moment.

The falling raindrops broke off, and each drop of rain made countless water particles for something, and a semicircular arc flew through the rain.

This is sword energy. It is something that can only be possessed by those who have transcended the limits of the human body and understood the way of the sword.

Guixiang sucked in the cold air. He held the sword in both hands and tried his best with all his cultivation. He took a step and raised the sword halfway, intending to cut.

But his face turned pale and he stood in the rain.

The sword light that appeared due to the rain had already struck him.

Sword Qi is something that swordsmen dream of. Guixiang never thought that he would see it again in his lifetime. So what if he died under the sword Qi? After pursuing it all his life, he still has not been able to reach the stage of the Sword King.

Today I saw someone, a young man in his early twenties, with such strength.

It doesn't matter if you die.

He slowly closed his eyes and let the sword energy reach his body. He knew that he would only end up with his body and head missing. He had no way or ability to resist.

It's too fast. By this time, the secret of the sword has broken through the limits of the human body and reached a new level.

Qin Lang stood in the rain and slowly retracted his sword, his hands trembling slightly.

It's not because of the cold rain.

Rather, he was excited. The power of the Three Purities was finally used by him, and he could finally display it in the form of sword energy. This was a big change, even though the black and white energy was still so powerful.

However, the power of the Three Purities can be used and turned into sword energy. This is a great progress. As long as he continues to fight like this, he believes that one day he will be able to return to the level of a saint, break through the space and return to his hometown.

In the rain, the two masters faced each other from afar.

Stab!

The clothes are torn.

Guixiang's clothes are torn.

The big purple embroidered robe was broken into more than ten pieces of rags, revealing the white undershirt underneath.

Guixiang shuddered and opened his eyes, his face filled with joy and gratitude.

He is still alive and living well under the sword's energy.

The only explanation, I'm afraid, is that he put away his sword and saluted Qin Lang respectfully: "Thank you, Master Qin Lang, for showing mercy."

Qin Lang is so embarrassed.

He didn't stay behind with that sword strike just now.

I just want to thank you. The black and white qi are causing trouble. The sword qi used for the first time is not strong enough...

"Ah! We don't have any grudges. I just came to Lok Ma Town to find a bloody horse. It's not good to kill each other. We need to be more harmonious."

Guixiang misunderstood, so he simply climbed up on the pole.

"Master Qin Lang has that horse, why do you want another one?" Guixiang asked again.

Qin Lang laughed twice and extended his hand without answering: "Okay, let's settle the bet. What you lose should belong to me."

This guy wants to run away.

I got the hard-earned horse and 30,000 taels of silver to accompany me.

Qin Lang made a small profit from his plan and was walking alone in the desert of death. He was going back, to the Darxi tribe, to Donglong City, and waited for the return of the mysterious city lord.

Give gifts, ask for an official position, and then!

Ma Weng, Wang Xiang and Liu Cheng have already gone back first, and others behind them are lagging behind.

No one in Lok Ma Town noticed that they were in a group.

No one had ever noticed that a small yard in Luoma Town was busy for a while one night.

Singing "The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me."

Qin Lang was carrying a banknote in his waist, riding a maroon pony, and leading a tall horse. How could he be so happy?

The bay pony was panting and walking slowly.

The sound of rustling echoed in the empty desert.

The sky was still gloomy, and raindrops might fall at any time. No, two or three drops had already fallen on his head. Qin Lang wrinkled his delicate eyebrows and put the bamboo hat on his head, humming an unknown song.

He did not urge the horse to go faster.

I just used my free hand to build a shelter over my eyes and looked forward.

In the gloomy weather, there was still a large area of ​​flying sand in the desert. His delicate eyebrows stretched, and a smile appeared on his face.

What you have been waiting for seems to have appeared.

Reining his horse, he stood on the sand dune.

The flying sand in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the sound of horse hooves can be heard everywhere.

It was a group of soldiers, an army of more than a thousand people.

Wearing animal skins, carrying a long bow, carrying a scimitar, and wearing a turban.

The person taking the lead was none other than the little prince Luo Hao.

He is bound to win the Heavenly Flame Horse.

No matter how Chun San persuaded him, he still wanted to grab it. The three masters of Yanju Kingdom lost to a madman. Not only did they lose the precious sweat horse, but they also lost 30,000 taels of silver.

How could he bear this tone?

In his eyes, an army of more than a thousand men was enough to kill a master like Qin Lang.

After all, we are young people and it is easy to think about problems.

How can a person who can tame the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame be an ordinary person?

More than a thousand people, a dense mass of darkness, surrounded him in an instant.

The sound of horse hooves, the sound of dust, and the sound of horses drinking all mixed together.

The silent desert suddenly became very lively.

The little prince Luo Hao is wearing a set of white leather armor, and he doesn’t know what material it is made of. He looks extremely conspicuous. He is riding a flaming red horse. The horse is powerful, has strong limbs, and is running.

Even the muscles are clearly visible.

Luo Hao pinched his whip, reined in the horse's rope and stared at Qin Lang: "You are a bold thief who dares to come to Yanju Kingdom to run wild and defraud the bloody horse. Do you think Yanju Kingdom is a barbaric tribe that you can come and go?"

Qin Lang tied the rope of the bloody horse around his waist, holding the reins with both hands. The bamboo hat was slightly tilted down to cover his eyes: "Your country is really great. If you lose the bet, do you still want to take it back? As a member of the royal family,

My ancestor promised me a thousand pieces of gold, are you bullying me for being a foreigner?"

"Just because they agreed doesn't mean I agreed." The little king flicked the dust off his leather armor and took his time. He had more than a thousand people in his hands.

If one person passes with one arrow, even if he really reaches the level of a sword king, he will end up like a hedgehog.

"Hmph!" Qin Lang looked around at the people who were watching eagerly, and finally fixed his eyes on Luo Hao and threatened: "You should try, even if I die, I will drag you into the water and make your white vest stained with blood.

.”

"Be bold!"

"Be bold!"

…

Several of the thousands of good people shouted loudly. They were the direct guards of the royal family and would not tolerate others speaking ill of their master.

The first person to come out was a man holding two axes. He had a beard that looked like a pirate captain, eyes like rings, and his forearms were thicker than Qin Lang's thighs.

"You're just a reckless man." Qin Lang stared at him and moved his lips to laugh.

The rain started to fall in the sky.

The guards around the little prince held an umbrella for him.

"Zhagu, stand down, you are no match for him." Luo Hao still knew what was going on. He stopped the man with a shout, raised his hand and looked at Qin Lang seriously: "Give you a chance to choose, die or live." After that,

, raised the red flag, and more than a thousand people took out the bows and arrows behind them, drew the bows and loaded the arrows.

Qin Lang looked at the people all around who were staring at him with eager eyes, his smile was indifferent, and his expression finally changed.

"That horse should belong to Yanju Kingdom. If you want to live, keep him and the bloody horse will be given to you. Think about it!"

The little prince Luo Hao relied on the large number of troops around him to speak with confidence.

Qin Lang remained silent.

The light rain fell very slowly, as if feeling the unusually depressing atmosphere in the desert at this time. It fell drop by drop on the saddle, on the leather armor, and on the scimitar.

There was a small swishing sound.

The bow is bowed, the strings are full, and the sound of the rubber band is mixed with the sound of the rain.

All it takes is a small flag to fall, and Qin Lang will end up with a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

The atmosphere was unusually solemn.

The maroon pony snorted, and the sweaty horse paved the sand with its hooves.

Animals often have the most sensitive premonitions.

Death was approaching. Qin Lang sighed, let go of the reins, turned over and dismounted, and patted the maroon pony. He looked up at the sky again, clasped his hands together, and prayed a few words in a low voice.

The little prince was very satisfied with Qin Lang's performance. The yellow flag was released, and the archers lowered their strings of arrows. He winked at Zaku, who rode to Qin Lang's side and held his hand rudely.

A bay pony.

Qin Lang didn't say a word. The bamboo hat covered his face, and no one could see any of his expressions. He turned over and got on the sweaty BMW.

There was the sound of horse hooves and the circle opened.

He slowly disappeared into the rain, the sword on his back shaking.

…

The little prince Luo Hao was so happy that the first thing he did was to jump off the horse and look at the hooves of the bay-red pony.

The print of the sun is very obvious.

"Hahaha!" Luo Hao snickered. What Uncle Chunzi couldn't do, he did it himself. He looked around at the guards and shouted: "Thank you brothers, you will be rewarded if you go back."

Zhagu couldn't understand that the little prince went to such great lengths just for a little pony, so he asked in a low voice when he went back.

Luo Hao said enigmatically: "You don't understand, that is a special horse."

Qin Lang ran a hundred miles on a sweaty horse, and then he couldn't hide his face that was almost cramped under the bamboo hat and burst into laughter.

Laughter spread across the desert.

After laughing for a moment, he looked in the right direction and galloped forward. An hour later, he arrived outside a dead willow tree. There were three people waiting there.

Ma Weng, Wang Xiang, Liu Cheng.

There were three people and three horses, and there was also a maroon pony standing proudly by the willow tree. When Qin Lang came, he neighed dissatisfiedly.

The running sweaty horse suddenly stopped and did not dare to go forward.

Qin Lang laughed and said: "Carrot, if you don't let me ride a horse, why do you want me to come back on foot? You stupid horse is not kind."

Didn’t Carrot Head stay in Yanju Country?

But what is the maroon pony beside the willow?

This matter must start from the meeting that night.

That night, Qin Lang only said one thing.

Change the horse and find a horse that looks exactly like the carrot.

Only then did Liu Cheng and Ma Weng leave the yard one after another. (To be continued...)