Busuowang looked at Mitsuye, who had become a turtle in the jar, and a trace of cruel light flashed in his eyes like a cat playing with a mouse. He raised the huge bronze battle axe in his hand and said generously: "Don't say that I, the number one Qiang warrior, bullies you, you can choose any weapon you think is easy, I will never stop it! Let's have a fair duel between men!"

Mid-ye looked at the scars all over his body, then looked at his leisure, staring at him like a hungry wolf, who was staring at him, who was still sneering with a cruel sneer on his lips, and cursed in his heart: "**, this is also called a fair duel? Why don't you stab yourself one or two hundred arrows first, and then let your mount, which is already slapped in the street, slap you hard for a few times?!"

It was definitely not Miye's character to sit and wait for death. He quickly patrolled the battlefield. Busowang's eyes kept staring at Miye, for fear that he would suddenly play a trick of flying to escape.

"ah!"

Midye suddenly let out a very excited scream, which scared Busowang. Midye stared at Busowang with a eager expression. The enthusiasm, concentration and appreciation in his eyes made Busowang's whole body jump with goose bumps. Midye shouted, "As long as I use it easily, you won't stop any weapon?"

Busuowang nodded and shouted, "Of course, the number one warrior of the Qiang tribe is a dignified man, so how could he be untrustful?"

Mid-ye smiled and said, "Okay, I'll cut off your thighs now, you can't stop them! I thought about it and found that your thighs are more convenient and can become a good weapon. You Busuowang is the number one warrior of the Qiang tribe and a dignified man. Of course, you won't be fat without trust and break your word, right?"

Busowon couldn't help but widen his eyes. The people among the nomadic peoples were brave and simple. When did he see such a person who was scheming in the battlefield of the Warriors?

If you are not capable of fighting, you can win by wisdom!

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Miye stretched out his neck and first learned from the flowery face of Cao Cao in Peking Opera. He gave a super smirk of the standard bid. When the laughter was so hard that everyone's eardrums hurt, Miye suddenly reached out to pinch his throat and squeezed out a few eunuch-like grim smiles from his throat. Hearing this weird laughter, the people near Miye were in a huge cold. Even the soldiers who were still fighting in the distance could not help but look back at Miye Busuowang for a more time.

This is what Midnight wants!

He pointed at Busuowang, pulled away his natural loud voice, and shouted loudly: "Look, look, the one in front of me is the number one Qiang warrior! Look at the person who is here, look at the long, thick and heavy guy in his hand, look at his arms that are thicker than my calves. You didn't see it just now. He hugged and tightened his arms and strangled his brother to death!"

"He could kill me with one punch, a garbage that was hit by two or three hundred arrows and was stabbed 1 or twenty times! Now the number one Qiang warrior is going to have a one-on-one fair duel with me!" Midye made a trembling gesture, deliberately increasing the word "fairness". He pinched his voice and screamed in a woman-like voice: "I am really scared!"

On the battlefield, someone had already cast disdainful eyes on Busowang. As the number one warrior of the Qiang tribe, he challenged an unarmed opponent with scarred body, and he felt like he was taking advantage of the situation.

Midye shook his hand and shouted: "Don't misunderstand our Qiang clan's number one warrior. They are still very fair. They can tell me generously that he will never stop him if he likes any weapon he likes! An excitement immediately surged in my heart. Why? Because he is worthy of being the number one warrior of the Qiang clan. It is naturally cool tone with a strong brand and strong tone! It is really worth becoming the target and target for me, a soldier who has just joined the army for less than ten days, will follow his life!"

Busuowang shouted in his heart that something was wrong, but now thousands of pairs of high-rise ears are listening carefully to Ao Miye's speech. He, the number one warrior of the Qiang tribe, can't swing an axe, and split the unarmed bastard who deliberately did not pick up weapons with just one axe, right?

Mid-ye said innocently: "I heard the words of the hero Busowang, the number one Qiang warrior, and believed it to be true and searched everywhere. Hey, don't say that I really found a weapon that can barely be a little lethal to the number one Qiang warrior, but when I wanted to take that weapon into my hand and fight him to death, guess what happened? Our number one Qiang warrior turned against him!"

Even the Qiang Knights cast uneasily eyes at Busuowang. In the words of the prairie, even if he spits, he can smash a pit on the ground! The passionate man on the prairie looks down on the man who is untrustworthy. Busuowang's black face is covered with purple. He really wants to show the true nature of a man keeping his promise in public, but he is not crazy. How could he stretch out his thigh and let Miya cut it down with a knife?

Seeing Busowang's mouth squirming as if he wanted to say something, Midye suddenly let out a loud shout that shocked the audience: "Okay!"

He dragged an injured leg to Busowang, and Midye pointed to his head and shouted, "Okay, anyway, I finally found a weapon to match my hands for a long time, but you broke your promise, but our duel must go on. I used my own hands and this head to welcome you, Big Piao Tianwen.com, and you saw it and cut it down hard. My Ao Miye's head is relatively hard, and maybe he can really block the heavy slash of one or two axes!"

Looking at Ao Miye standing in front of him, Busuowang really wanted to cut down with an axe. He was fighting to the death on the battlefield. Even if he had a hatched his opponent who had lost his weapons, it was understandable, but it was bad because he had just asked Miye for an invitation to fight. Can he wave the battle axe in his hand to an unarmed duel opponent who simply sent his head in front of him in full view of everyone?!

Speaking of fighting with one's life on the battlefield, ten Ao Midnights are not Busowang's opponents, but they are scheming and strategy-wise, and one hundred Bsowangs tied together can't beat a Ao Midnight!

Busuowang had never encountered such an embarrassing situation in his life. He was usually taciturn, but now he met a scoundrel like Ao Ziye who was a scoundrel on the battlefield. It was really hard to explain. The passionate men on the prairie believed that they used fists to solve problems, but now he was squeezed by Ao Ziye to the point where he could not even make sense to fight.

Midye suddenly raised his head and looked at him and Busowang's head in amazement, and exclaimed in dismay: "Wow!"

Busowang and Mitsuye are now less than one meter away. He was really shocked by Mitsuye's crazy howling. He couldn't help but raise his head with Mitsuye. At this moment, he suddenly heard the swift sound of breaking the wind. Mitsuye knew that his fists were not considered vegetarian when fighting on the street, but facing Busowang's super pervertedness, he was afraid that it was similar to Huaquan's embroidered legs. He simply stretched out two fingers and inserted it hard into Busowang's eyes, and then punched Busowang's throat. Finally, Mitsuye raised his relatively flexible left leg and kicked Busowang's lower abdomen. In an instant, he played an impeccable set of fork eyes, throat locking, and kicking his younger brother's female self-defense combination skills!

"Howl, howl, howl, howl, howl..."

Busuowang suddenly let out a shrill howl. His eyes, which were red bloodshot from Midnight, were bulging out like a dead fish. He covered his lower abdomen and bent his body to a full seven-foot-foot-long prawn, looking like a big shrimp that had just been thrown into the oil pan, jumping up and down, looking indescribable.
Chapter completed!