I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 91 Chapter 092 Playing Around (2 More)
Whisper.

After being explained by the prepared translator, the neighborhood has become extremely strange.

Don't look at Tu Meng as a rough guy, but looking at the entire grassland, he is at least the top ten masters on the bright side, and there will be no more than five fingers present who can beat him.

If it was against Zhao Ji, Tu Meng would be beheaded as soon as he said it, wouldn't it be a joke.

At least that's how it looks to other people.

Some people appreciate Zhao Ji's courage, while others despise Zhao Ji's arrogance. In short, no one is optimistic about him.

Zhao Min sat next to Chahante Moore, and put his saber on the desk at a convenient place. He picked up the extremely rare fruit on the grassland and ate it, without worrying about Zhao Ji at all.

She was very relieved of Zhao Ji.

But Chahante Moore was not as confident as Zhao Min. Looking at Zhao Min, he tilted his head slightly and asked.

"Daughter, is he okay?"

The voice is not loud, and the Central Plains dialect is also used.

The translators brought by all parties were not martial arts masters, and they couldn't hear Chahantmoor's voice at all. Only those who led the team could detect what Chahantemoor was saying.

It's just that they are not proficient in the Central Plains dialect, so they can only guess roughly.

Tu Meng, who was challenged, was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Zhao Ji would challenge him to life and death, but he soon came back to his senses.

"Boy, you are courageous enough, but if chickens and dogs come to challenge me, and I agree to them all, wouldn't it exhaust me to death? If you can beat one of my subordinates, then you are qualified to challenge me. "

He looked at Chahantmoor, the corners of his mouth raised, as if he had grabbed someone's pigtail.

"I just don't know if Master Chahantemoor agrees?"

Seeing Tumeng's arrogance, Zhao Min withdrew what he originally wanted to say, and said it with a little mischief.

"Beheading him is like killing a chicken."

Seeing his daughter so confident, Chahantmoor thought of that inhuman existence.

In his opinion, Li Ye can no longer be described as an ordinary person. After all, he is just an ordinary person with power, and at most he practiced some fists and feet when he was young.

With limited eyesight, he doesn't know much about martial arts.

"I agree, why don't I agree? I'm here to give Mrs. Wan a suggestion. Maybe you can survive if you surrender early. If you are beheaded to death, you will die unjustly."

Chahantmoor ran against Tumon.

"Humph."

Tumon snorted coldly.

In his view, Chahantmoor is pretending to be mysterious.

"Wu Nu, go up and learn the brilliant moves of that sword master apprentice. If you can't kill him, you will kill yourself."

Standing behind Tumeng was a tall man with a strong figure, wearing a wolf fur coat and a mink shoulder pad on his left shoulder, holding a long gun in both hands, with red tassels fluttering.

Bang.

There was a loud noise with one foot, but it didn't splash too much dust, which showed the extent of his power control.

Wu Nu, a warrior who has a good reputation in Wacha.

Everyone present had heard of this person to some extent, and felt that Tumon was a bit bullying, but no one spoke out about it.

These people also want to see the strength of this sword master's apprentice, and explore the strength of the sword master who has not met yet.

Although a person's strength is not directly related to the disciple, but the strength of the disciple can also prove the strength of the master from the side.

There are still very few things where blue comes out of blue and is better than blue.

"If you admit defeat and kneel down and say that your master is weak, then I can let you go."

wow.

Wu Nu flicked the iron gun in his hand, and drew a circle of light in the air at a very fast speed, as if scaring Zhao Ji.

Unfortunately, he told the wrong person.

Zhao Ji didn't understand at all, but he said that it was not a good thing to say from the side with a mocking smile.

"Come out and die."

He made an international gesture.

He stretched out a middle finger and ticked Wu Nu, as if to say, come and hit me!Come hit me!
As long as they are not stupid, no one does not understand the provocative meaning of this gesture.

Even if he was really stupid, he could still understand the same tone as when he challenged Tumon before.

"Stinky boy." Wu Nu shouted angrily.

Obviously, he's not stupid.

Stepping forward quickly, the spear went straight out, piercing the air, with a harsh sound, and came to Zhao Ji in an instant.

"Haha."

Zhao Ji was very rampant, strictly obeying Li Ye's orders, and making provocative actions.

Suddenly, his movements were extremely sensitive, and he turned his head to avoid it, making Wu Nu's spear point lose its target.

His arms protruded like a blue rainbow, and his closed fingers were like sharp knives. Following his body movements, he passed by Wu Nu's side, cut through and hung on Wu Nu's velvet shoulder pads, and seemed to go straight up like a galaxy.

Blood spattered and scattered on the ground.

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

Wu Nu was a bit afraid that his younger brother wiped off the blood on the left side of his neck, quickly gathered his mind, and attacked repeatedly, stabbing, hooking, picking, and sweeping a series of smooth moves with the spear, which made people dazzled.

It looks like he is suppressing Zhao Ji, but in reality.

He tried his best, but he still couldn't help Zhao Ji.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know that Zhao Ji was playing with Wu Nu, otherwise, Wu Nu's animal clothes wouldn't be flying in pieces just because Zhao Ji's hand swiped the knife across his side.

Everyone was shocked, never expecting such a result.

"Haha."

Chahantmoor laughed loudly.

"What kind of kung fu is this? The undressed marksmanship passed down by Wacha is a bit interesting, which makes it really superb."

He uttered golden quatrains again and again.

The words were not good, and Tu Meng's face turned blue for a while, and white for a while, and he felt ashamed.

Even more unexpected, he endured this kind of bullying.

Let Wu Nu consume Zhao Ji's true energy.

In fact, he saw Zhao Ji's strength and thought he could win, but he was not sure that he could win.

Since Wu Nu lost Waci's face, he will not stop him anymore.

As long as he can kill Zhao Ji cleanly, then Wu Nu's embarrassment is due to Wu Nu's lack of personal strength.

Whoosh.

Another shot came.

Zhao Ji was still not in a hurry, he stepped on the left side, and his body shifted downwards, allowing the spear to pass through the top of his head, using the right leg as the base point, and the left leg raised up, like a sharp blade.

wow.

The animal pants loosened in the air, revealing the hairy thighs.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you." Wu Nu was going crazy.

Almost naked, the only thought in his mind was to pierce Zhao Ji, pierce, and pierce.

It's just what he thinks, and it can only be hope that stays in his mind.

Good opportunity. Zhao Ji's left leg was powerful, he kicked the barrel of the gun away, and used a very clever method of four-two-push a thousand catties to push Wu Nu back.

Teng left a circle, and Wu Nu, who had retreated five steps in a row, was about to attack and kill him again, when Zhao Ji, who had never drawn his sword, came forward.

He fired.

The blade was sharp, and it passed under Wu Nu's head.

His skin, flesh, and bones seemed to be all made of paper, and they were easily cut off.

That fly is called a high one.

With a leap, Zhao Ji flew back, avoiding the rain of blood.

"Oh, I'm so weak, I can't even avoid a little blood."

He shook his head.

It just so happened that at the moment of landing, a drop of blood floating in the sky happened to land on his lapel the moment his strength was exhausted.

That's the only drop.

(End of this chapter)