swordsman in the heavens

San Chou has a long face and narrow eyes, which makes people think that he is a sinister and vicious person at a glance.

The left ear was covered with a small cover made of wool. The specific reason is unknown. Every time Yi Tianheng talked to him, he kept it secretive, and it was obvious that he was very taboo about it.

His voice was high-pitched, like the sound of blowing leaves, which made Yi Tianheng feel uncomfortable.

"Brother Yi, there are very strict rules in the military camp. You must not run around, otherwise don't blame us if something happens."

"Also, you are a Han. The Han here are only qualified to be low-level attendants. If you wander around, hehe, those Mongolian soldiers will not reason with you and will kill you without mercy."

San Chou narrowed his eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Yi Tianheng frowned slightly. This person had been strictly guarding him. After entering the military camp, he completely put aside his cover.

He laughed it off and nodded in agreement.

There was a chill in my heart. This person repaid kindness with evil, and he was really a cold-hearted person.

Seeing San Chou and the others walking quickly into the military camp carrying Da Chou, he followed closely. At the same time, he paid attention to the situation in the military camp and wrote down the layout one by one, such as the number and pattern of patrolling soldiers.

Er Chou took out the black iron token and traveled smoothly. Yi Tianheng guessed that this was the exclusive token of Jinlun Dharma King's lineage and had great power, otherwise it would not have been so smooth.

Walking from the edge to the center of the military camp, the guards here were obviously much tighter. Yi Tianheng estimated that he could avoid the guards at night, but it was hard to tell during the day.

Er Chou said: "Brother Yi, let's take the eldest brother to Grandpa Shizu for treatment first. You follow Wuchou and he will arrange your residence."

Yi Tianheng nodded.

Then I saw the youngest one among the five people walking over. This man's face had the unique "plateau red" color of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, his eyes were big and bright, he had a lot of beard on his lower jaw, and he was tall and rugged.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Brother Yi must be worried about what my third senior brother said!"

Yi Tianheng said: "No, brother San Chou is outspoken and straightforward. I know he is thinking about me."

Wuchou shook his head, obviously not believing this. He led Yi Tianheng towards the west. After a while, he said: "Actually, what my third senior brother said is right. Brother Yi, don't mind it. The Han people are the ones I have encountered since the Mongolian campaign."

The most powerful nation in the world suffered great losses, so the Han people were included in the lowest class. This concept is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it cannot be changed by simply changing it. If Brother Yi does not want to be looked at differently, it is better to change into Mongolian clothes.

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Yi Tianheng had a good impression of Wuchou. He spoke straightforwardly and honestly, and really had his best interests in mind. I believe he was a person with a good temperament.

However, he also knows that there are many ruthless villains in the world who are very loyal to the people on their own side and immediately transform into asuras towards others.

He nodded, neither saying yes nor no.

When they arrived at one place, Wu Chou pointed to a few yurts not far away and said: "Those places are the residences of the guests hired by Prince Kublai Khan. They are all powerful and ruthless people. Brother Yi, don't mess with them."

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Yi Tianheng said "Oh" as he thought of the people who besieged Guo Fu and the others that night. One was a zombie ghost, one was a dwarf, one was a tall and strong man, and one was covered in jewels. Indeed, all of them were first-rate.

A master of martial arts, any one of them would be as difficult to deal with as that dwarf.

Even though his martial arts have improved greatly, he is still in trouble.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting came from a tent, and the clash of swords became more and more intense.

Wuchou and Yi Tian looked at each other, neither of them expected what had happened.

"Ma Guangzuo, you have already received one hundred thousand taels of silver, and you still want to fight for this piece of jade from me?"

"Bah, Yin Kexi, don't think I don't know that you took away the box of jewelry from Nimoxing. If you don't hand over the box of jewelry, there's no way you can keep this jade."

"Okay, okay, then come and see what happens. I've long wanted to test how much you weigh."

There was another loud sound of swords and soldiers clashing, and suddenly the tent was torn apart and two people rushed out.

The sword was bright and golden, and the speed was incredibly fast.

Yi Tianheng suddenly took out a bag of melon seeds, handed them to Wuchou, and said, "Want some?"

The five ugly men took it and the two of them looked at it while eating melon seeds.

Yi Tianheng said: "The two of them are really good at martial arts, their attacks are fast and ruthless, and their timing is excellent."

Wu Chou said with a smile: "Their martial arts are indeed good, but they are only at the same level as my master. When they meet my master and grandpa, they have no choice but to beg for mercy."

Yi Tianheng nodded and said: "The King of Mongolia is the first warrior in Mongolia, so naturally not everyone can compare with him."

Ma Guangzuo and Yin Kexi exchanged dozens of moves and suddenly separated.

Ma Guangzuo pointed at Yin Kexi and said: "I can't get that piece of jade, and you can't take it either. I'll tell Prince Kublai Khan about this. He loves jade very much. You won't be able to give it to me when the time comes."

Yin Kexi's face turned cold, he stared at Ma Guangzuo, and said: "You idiot, if you tell this matter, I will also tell you about your greed for the ivory sword of Menimoxing. Hehe, don't

You think I don’t know that this ivory sword is dozens of times more valuable than a hundred thousand taels of silver. If I hadn’t used the golden whip, how could I have left the sword to you?”

Ma Guangzuo's expression changed and he was speechless.

The five ugly men said in shock: "I didn't expect that dwarf Nimoxing to be so rich. My dear, he actually has an ivory sword worth millions!"

Yi Tianheng was also shocked by this huge amount of money. He was a small soldier, and his salary was only more than one hundred taels of silver per year. The materials in the ring could only be "borrowed". He had never seen anything worth ten taels touched.

With ten thousand taels of silver notes and a box of jewels that they had never touched, let alone the jade and the priceless ivory sword that the two of them were competing for, they couldn't help but feel greedy.

He and Wu Chou were hiding on the side of the yurt, just out of sight of the two men, and overheard such interesting news. Because this was the place where Kublai Khan entertained guests, and its status was extraordinary, there were no soldiers patrolling it.

There are only a few yurts and a field used for martial arts competitions in a large area of ​​several hundred square meters. No wonder these two people dare to be so brazen.

The five ugly men suddenly heard the news and couldn't help shouting loudly. The two of them immediately knew that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Ma Guangzuo and Yin Kexi shouted at the same time: "Who is it?"

The two men raised their weapons and rushed towards the yurt where Yi Tianheng was at the same time, with incredible speed.

Two people surrounded them, one on the left and the other on the right. Yin Kexi pointed at Wu Chou with his whip made of gold and precious stones, and said: "So it's you." He looked at Yi Tianheng and said: "Oh, I didn't expect it.

There is also a master beside you."

Wu Chou cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Yin to still remember me. I'm really honored."

Yin Kexi made a "poof" sound and said: "Who do you think you are? I am the same generation as your King Jinlun, and you, a turtle grandson, dare to call me a brother."

Wu Chou's face suddenly became very gloomy. As a direct descendant of Jinlun Dharma King, he usually thought very highly of himself. He had never been scolded like this before. He couldn't help but tighten the sword at his waist.

Ma Guangzuo laughed loudly: "Why do you want to fight him? Even if your master comes, you can't beat him, unless it is in front of Jinlun Dharma King. You are really overestimating your capabilities."