"What do you mean?" Wu Tu was furious. In the Turkic competition, if someone's arrow was shot away, it was a great humiliation.

"If you are still a man, go to the duel with Xue Qiluo tonight and don't vent your anger at the straw man!"

"Do you think I don't want to?"

Yang Yuanqing's words deeply hurt Wutu's self-esteem, and he shouted: "I dreamed of killing him, but, but......"

"But your skills are not as good as others, aren't you? But a woman's tears have worn away your courage, right?"

Yang Yuanqing shook his head and said in a pity: "Xue Qiluo will marry you Khan early tomorrow morning. Your woman can only cry and she knows that you are useless, so her sister comes to beg me and asks me to kill Xue Qiluo for you tonight. Is this the number one warrior under Qimin Khan? I can't even protect her own woman, I really embarrass you!"

After saying that, Yang Yuanqing turned his horse's head and walked without looking back. He walked dozens of steps, and heard a heart-wrenching roar coming from behind, "I don't need your help, I can kill him myself!"

Yang Yuanqing smiled slightly. The Turks were brave enough, but they were still slightly lacking in mind.

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Chapter completed!