Zhen Yu agreed, "I'll go and talk to him."

The leader of the Huns agreed, and he got off the horse's back, opened his black wolf's cloak, revealing his dark muscles, and his thick arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs.

The thick finger pointed to his chest and said something.

"He said his name is Udon." Zhen Yu said.

Fang Jie said no less: "Remember, the person who wins you is Fang Jie!"

Wudun is less tall than eight feet tall. The grassland tribe emphasizes the prevalence of the weak, and those who can become tribal leaders are basically the strongest people in the tribe.

"Roar~Roar!"

A low roar came from Utun's throat.

He was holding a thick mace in his hand.

He slowly rotated around Fang Jie, staring at Fang Jie.

Fang Jie stood there and waited quietly for six breaths. Seeing that Wu Dun was reluctant to take the initiative to attack for a long time, he directly lifted his halberd and attacked him on his own!

Holding the halberd in both hands, slashing it hard!

The fierce wind pressure lowered the grass within a few meters.

Utun waved his mace to fight, and the two weapons collided together to form a strong pressure and spread.

Fang Jie took two steps back, while Wudun took six steps back.

"Come again!" Fang Jie roared and fought again with his halberd.

As soon as the palm slipped, Fang Tian Huaji took off his hand and slid down three feet, like a heavy hammer.

"Bang!!!"

Utun was bullied and his hands were numb, so he almost couldn't hold the mace.

"continue."

Another halberd was slashed out with a thunderous force.

Utun's arms were sore and his chest was stuffy, and he almost fell to the ground.

"No more fight," Utun shouted.

Throw down the mace in your hand.

Utun is reckless but not stupid. If he is knocked down, his prestige in the tribe will only be lower.

"If you win, just trade as you said." Utun looked at Fang Jie and said.

Zhen Yu translated and retelled, and Fang Jie then took the Fang Tian Hua Ji.

Then Zhen Yu and others followed Udun to the tribe where Udun was.

"This wolf cub won't be a fraud, right?" Fang Jie said to Zhen Yu on the left.

"No, he lost his face to you. There must be many people in the tribe who want to compete for his position. Now he needs to rely on General Fang's power and will not destroy the Great Wall by himself." Zhen Yu explained.

Fang Jie thought for a while and thought it made sense.

The tribe of Utun is a medium-sized tribe with more than 100,000 cattle and sheep. In addition to each person's own horse, there are more than 5,000 loose horses.

"Horse." Fang Jie stared at the free-range tall horse with his eyes lit up.

Tall and strong body, streamlined figure, and wild horsehair.

I suddenly felt that the horse under me was no longer fragrant.

"I want a horse!" Fang Jie said without hesitation

After reaching an agreement with the Udun tribe, the Udun tribe sent people to escort Zhen Yu and others for a distance. After continuing to walk south, they finally arrived in Zhonghan territory. However, I don’t know which state boundary it was, but only after asking the local people, I found out that I was in Bingzhou.

Seeing that it was getting late, everyone decided to find a county town to rest for a night, but the nearby area was really remote, and in the end, only a barren village was found. This village was built on a high hillside, with defensive fortresses built around it, with arrow holes on it.

Fang Jie and his group combined have more people than in this village.

Their arrival aroused the vigilance of the village.

After all, it is close to the grassland, and grassland people often come to rob.

Fortunately, Fang Jie and others did not look like grassland people, but rather like Han caravans.

When Fang Jie and others settled down, an old man from the village came to inquire about the news.

"My father-in-law disturbed us. We are from Zhongshan, Yizhou and are doing business in the grassland. Now it's late and we rest here for a night. If we don't go into the village, we will stay outside the village." Zhen Yu said politely.

Zhen Yu's literati's demeanor made the old man relax a little.

"We are Caojiatun, and the nearest county is also 30 miles away. Just have a rest."

No matter how the prairie barbarians hide, at least the temperament of the great Han literati cannot be imitated.

In the village, tall and thin boys looked at Fang Jie and others curiously with a wooden bow. When the old man returned to the village, he jumped off the stone, "Grandpa, who are they?"

"It's a caravan from Yizhou. I stayed outside the village for one night. Please pay attention to it at night." said the old man, Mummasa.

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the young man ran over. Old man Cao Mumamasato hurriedly called out: "Shen'er, come back, Shi'er."

The boy waved his hand and said it was okay. He ran to the caravan with his eyes open to observe the weapons and armor on the caravan, his eyes shining.

Especially when I saw the ox horn bow, I was even more envious, and the wooden bow in my hand felt boring.

The boy didn't get close to him, so he squatted from a distance on the hillside to watch.

"Hey, that guy comes here."

A idle guard waved to the teenager.

The boy was not afraid. When he heard the adult calling him, he came over bravely.

The guards admired the child very much when they saw that he was not afraid of him.

The boy walked lightly and soon came to the guard and raised his head.

The boy's eyes were bright, big and black, and very spiritual.

"You are not afraid of me." The guard said.

"Why am I afraid of you?" the young man said loudly.

"Hahaha, you kid are really brave." The guard said with a smile.

"I'm not a child and I'm fourteen years old this year. Last autumn, the Huns came to our village and I shot three of them with my own hands!" said the boy raised the wooden bow in his hand.

The guard thought the boy was bragging, but the boy suddenly said, "If you don't believe me, just give me your bow and I'll show you."

The guard smiled and said, "You boy, I can see that, you just greedy for my bow. It's nothing to try for you, but don't hurt yourself."

The boy took the bow, snorted proudly, and pulled out a finely polished wooden arrow from the cloth strip wrapped around his thighs, "Show you my archery technique, the branch I want to hang out."

After saying that, he raised his bow and pointed it at a tree in the distance.

The tree is a hundred feet away from them.

The boy held his breath and let go of the bowstrings for a moment, and it took no more than two breaths from raising the bow to shooting the arrow.

In the boy's hand, the arrow crossed a distance of 100 feet and hit the branch on the upper left in an instant.

"Just kidding." The guard was surprised.

Archery is different from practicing martial arts, it is talented.

It doesn’t mean that you can ejaculate accurately if you have strong strength.

The tree branch is only as thick as an adult's little arm, not even as thick as a neck. If the arrow was not confused, wouldn't this young man have the qualifications of a sharpshooter?

The boy returned the bow to the guard, "Give it back to you."

The movement here attracted others nearby, and everyone was amazed after hearing the guard tell the incident just now.

The arrow is still stuck in the tree branch, so naturally it cannot deceive people.

Wu Song, who was checking around, confirmed that there was no danger, came back and saw everyone gathering together, and there was a child born in the face. "What happened?"

"Martial Commander, just now" someone told Wu Song about what happened just now.

Wu Song looked at the boy and thoughts came to his mind, "You are only fourteen? What's your name?"

The boy raised his head and said, "My name is Cao Xing."

Wu Song felt that this name was a bit familiar, and the list on the note given to him by the junior brother seemed to be included in it.

So he looked at the boy and asked hesitantly and entangledly: "Galaxy Sagittarius Cao Xing?"
Chapter completed!