The mountain wind on the plateau roared, and the swaying firelight flickered on and off everyone's faces like demons and ghosts, leaving mottled light and shadow. Everyone remained silent for a while.

It is indeed a bit embarrassing to expose one's own strength to outsiders, especially when these people are neither partners nor friends. They are just a temporary group that comes along for emergencies.

But what Gao Yi and Tuanmian Scribe said makes sense. The upcoming action is a real fight with real swords and guns. Neither the ruthless Rangers nor the Ranger Strikers are soft persimmons. If the action plan formulated cannot be truly reflected

Each has its own strength, so either it cannot maximize its use, or it overestimates its own strength and causes damage. This is both dangerous.

"Well, if you don't have any opinions, let's talk about your own situation." Tuanmian Scholar probably hoped to reach an agreement earlier, and said solemnly: "Let me say first, I, Wang Xi Wang Fengju, a native of Pingyang, originally

I was visiting friends in Longmen, but I encountered an invasion by the Wu La cavalry. My friend's family was killed by the Wu La cavalry. I was in the land of Wei and Jin Dynasties.

I also killed a lot of Wu La people, and I guess they are now a thorn in the Wu La people's side. I originally thought of killing a few more Wu La hunters at Gaoqueguan or Jilu Sai to try my skills, but I didn't expect that Cao would command the Lord.

I've been escorted here. I'm not good at mounted combat, but I'm good at field and street combat. A third-level warrior in the martial arts world, I can handle both spears and swords."

The Tuanmian scribe started the conversation. The man with a white cloth headband was no longer a descendant. He was originally the most enthusiastic about this matter. In addition, his personality was also somewhat flamboyant and heroic. He said loudly: "I, Zhao Benwu, am from Hejian. By all means,

Just these two fists to get around, the second level in the martial arts world."

Seeing the man with a white cloth turban raise his hands, everyone noticed the faint metallic luster on his thick finger joints and the joints. They knew that this man was probably cultivating the golden mystic power, which had reached the point where it could penetrate his bones.

, in fact, his hands are no different from weapons, but this guy is carrying something on his back, like a weapon, but he doesn't know what it is used for.

The man in armor who had been lying next to the mound and dozing lazily continued: "Hong Kaishan, a native of Yuzhou, I am a knife player. I have been a horse thief for two years. I can hide in ambush, and I can also do surprise attacks."

, the second level of the martial arts world.”

The other two men traveling together also introduced their identities. They are from Longxi and are sworn brothers. One is named Jie and the other is Gou. They are swordsmen. One is good at double swords and the other is good at short blades, making the two swordsmen good at facing each other head-on.

The enemy, while those with short blades are good at striking out with surprise troops.

The man in black shirt also hesitated for a while before he said in a reluctant voice under everyone's gaze: "If possible, I don't want to get involved in this matter, so I reserve the right to leave at any time. Of course, if I can't leave,

I will also do my part. I am from Qilu, Zou Xing and Zou Shengyi, and I am a disciple of the Yin Yang family. I am good at concealment and evasion, and I am also good at crossbows."

Wang Xi and Gao Yi, the Tuanmian scribes, both looked convinced. They were a little suspicious of the man in black's self-treatment method just now. As expected, he was indeed a descendant of the Yin Yang family.

Qilu has always been the birthplace of various schools of thought. Whether it is Mohism, Taoism, Legalism, Zajia, Politicians, Zajia, or doctors, they all have a great influence in Qilu.

Disciples of the various schools of thought respect their status and are naturally reluctant to get involved in such nonsense. However, now that the hundreds of schools of thought have been submerged in the long river of history, not many people care about which family you belong to.

The strong are respected, just like that bushy-bearded man, who is not even a pure Xia tribesman, but a bastard from the Western Regions who defected to Daxia halfway. The surname Cao and the physical appearance of this guy indicate that this guy is probably from the nine surnames of Zhaowu in the Western Regions.

Although he is a Sogdian, he has become the commander of the Dragon Bird City under the Tianshan Guards Mansion. What is the basis for this? It is based on his tyrannical martial arts and fighting achievements that have reached the heavenly realm.

This era does not matter race, as long as you are recognized by the court, no matter you are Qiang, Sogdian, Mohe, Shiwei, Donghu, or even you are from Tochar, Persia, Dashi, Japan,

You can also become a Xia person, and you will truly become a summer person when you enter summer.

For example, thousands of members of a Tocharian tribe could not bear the oppression of the cannibals ten years ago and moved to the Hexi Corridor. This was considered a righteous act by the empire, and they all obtained the status of Xia people.

Everyone’s eyes fell on Gao Yi and the thin-looking guy. Ma Zhe didn’t feel too shy at all: “I, Gao Yi and Gao Wenlun, are from Bajun. When it comes to martial arts, I may not be worth mentioning in your eyes.

, even the first level can only be regarded as reluctant

Come on, I served as a recorder in the Zuo Yi Guards of the Tianshan Guards Mansion and joined the army. I am good at strategy and planning. I can probably contribute something in this area to everyone. My martial arts can only be regarded as a beginner. In this aspect

Please don’t expect too much.”

"You've just started? How dare you go to the Mongolia Wasteland to beg for food? The Mongolia Wasteland is not a place where you can make a living just by talking and gesticulating in the Governor's Mansion." The man with a white cloth turban said.

With an incredulous expression on his face, he shook his head.

"That's not necessarily true." Tuanmian Scribe did not agree with Gao Yi's statement, and looked at Gao Yi: "I think you are quite skilled in self-healing. It doesn't look like you are just starting out."

"Master Wang, can you still see my bowl of water? If we don't have any means to save our lives, we really have no choice but to lie down in this wasteland and bury our bones." Gao Yi didn't explain much. His martial arts skills

The level is there, and everyone can see the depth. As for other methods, that's another matter.

"What about this one?" Zhao Ben, who was wearing a white cloth turban, stared at the timid guy like a little rabbit with lightning-like eyes, "It's your turn."

"Bai Zhen." The voice is very unique, with a bit of a falsetto accent. This guy is like a timid little rabbit. His whole body is wrapped up, with a huge bag on his back and even on his head.

A bamboo hat, and a layer of deerskin gloves covering the hands outside. "I am an alchemist. I know some mystical magic, but my level is still relatively low."

Hearing this guy actually say that he is an alchemist, everyone present looked at him with strange eyes. This is really rare.

Alchemists are not uncommon in Daxia, but they are definitely not encountered casually. It is especially rare to encounter the masters of Alchemists. They are either hiding in the cave heaven paradise in the mountains, or living in Tongdu Dayi, or even

Being directly supported by the imperial court and not having many contacts with martial arts people, especially in the wilderness of Mongolia, it is really rare to meet even an ordinary alchemist.

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