Wang Cheng faced Agula's gaze. Although his energy and spirit were suppressed, the other party seemed to be pressing down from a mountain, but his eyes were still not showing any weakness. He spoke word by word: "Yes, I am King Cheng of Wusheng Mountain, with the Taoist name Yuanding."

Agula's eyes almost saw Wang Cheng through, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and he nodded gently and said, "Yes, I am qualified to fight with my apprentice Batu."

A trace of sweat appeared on Wang Cheng's forehead and he smiled slightly, but did not answer this sentence. It was enough to just show his confidence and firmness.

Of course, Taoist Changhe would not show weakness. The three brothers of the other party were all their enemies in their lives. He had never lost in his life, so he spoke, "My apprentice Yuanding has just started, but he has only been practicing martial arts for half a year, and there are still some shortcomings. I heard that Agula, your apprentice Batu, did not hesitate to become a mercenary in order to improve his strength, and he was born and died many times before he had the current strength?"

Agula looked at Bale and knew that 80% of them were told by Bale Changhe Taoist Priest, nodded and admitted: "Batu has no opponent on the snowy mountain, so in order to pursue real battle, he became a mercenary and went through the test of blood and fire. This is what a brave man should do."

The two of them confronted each other in their words, both trying their best to belittle their opponents and raise themselves, and to improve their momentum in their words.

The third brother Mu Ren behind came up and said, "Brother, second brother, Changhe came from afar. Our banquet is ready. Please invite them to the table."

As the boss, Agula waved his hand generously and shouted: "Okay, Changhe, Yuanding, please."

Taoist Changhe and Wang Cheng also walked out first, following the road to the mountain. There seemed to be a valley between the three mountains, with a large number of people standing in this position. They could see the bonfire rising inside and smell some tempting smell of barbecue.

This is a bonfire banquet with the characteristics of Mongolian people in Daxueshan.

After walking a few steps, a large Mongolian man ran to the old man Buhe's ear and said something. His expression immediately became ugly. He looked at Wang Cheng ruthlessly, and his eyes fell on the sweat-blooded horse behind Wang Cheng, and his anger became even stronger. Only then did he realize that Wang Cheng's sweat-blooded horse was snatched from his apprentice Aidingsang and beat Aidingsang to a serious injury.

In addition, he also injured Baye, the apprentice of the third Muren.

However, it was Aidingsang and Baye who took action without permission, so they were defeated by themselves. None of them could say that Wang Cheng was wrong in this matter.

Buch snorted coldly, stepped forward a few steps, and walked into the valley first, as if there was something to do.

Agula and Mu Ren took a look and ignored it. Today, we were entertaining Taoist priest Changhe and master and disciple Wang Cheng were the major events in Daxue Mountain.

The two factions have had hundreds of years of blood hatred, and it is logical that they will be killed as soon as they meet.

However, the country is different now and the world is different. They cannot do such a thing, and there will be endless troubles at that time.

When he walked to the entrance of the valley, Wang Cheng felt a heat coming from his face. The cold winter inside seemed a little different from the outside. When he entered the valley, he saw a residential area covering an area of ​​about one square kilometer. On the middle of the open space were piles of bonfires, and cattle and sheep were roasted on each bonfire.

The Mongolians eat beef and mutton, but they rarely eat horse meat because horses are their companions and their comrades-in-arms.

Therefore, unless it is time to be desperate, the Mongolians will not attack their partners. Cattle and sheep are different. As nomadic peoples for thousands of years, they have always been grazing cattle and sheep, which is used as food.

Agula stood at the entrance of the valley and shouted to the crowds inside: "Our guests are here..."

His voice was like the wind, spreading throughout the valley and even spreading across three mountains.

Thousands of people gathered in the valley, and they all shouted: "Roar..."

Mongolian men began to light more bonfires, especially a huge bonfire covering an area of ​​about ten meters in the middle lit it, and a flame rose and the fire illuminated the entire valley.

Agula reached out to Taoist Changhe and Wang Cheng with great grace and said, "Please, please."

Taoist Changhe breathed the hot air in the valley, took Wang Cheng in without hesitation, and whispered: "This is a good place."

Agula's eyes flashed and he said lightly: "My master took us here and died. This is a place where my master looked for in advance to live, and it is far away from the Central Plains."

Mu Ren, who was quiet beside him, also looked at Changhe and Wang Cheng deeply, with a cold feeling hidden deep in his eyes.

Because, in that battle, Changhe's master, Zhenren Xuan Ding, the head of Wusheng Mountain, personally took action to seriously injure the sect leader of Daxue Mountain. In the end, the unlucky sect leader of Daxue Mountain seemed to have been swept by the army and hit the vital point by bullets, so he died.

"hehe……"

Changhe smiled lightly and did not comment on this matter.

Wang Cheng also heard his master talk about these old events, so he knew that it would be bad to talk about these things here, so he shut up and just walked in with him.

The group walked into the valley, and teams of Mongolian men appeared on both sides, holding up a handful of sabers in their hands, making loud shouts, and their eyes were staring at Changhe and Wang Cheng, the master and apprentice of Wusheng Mountain.

Compared with the two or three big cats and kittens in Wusheng Mountain, there are many disciples under the gate of Daxue Mountain.

Of course, it is impossible for each of these people to be a formal disciple of Daxue Mountain, and can only be regarded as residents of Daxue Mountain. However, with so many people to choose, Daxue Mountain will definitely select some excellent disciples from every generation. Moreover, these residents are the people inherited by a group of excellent Mongolian soldiers specially gathered in Daxue Mountain back then. Their genes belong to the very excellent category, and the chances of high-quality disciples are even higher.

In this generation, there are more than a dozen young masters under the three masters of Daxueshan, and there is almost hope of reviving the south and entering the Central Plains martial arts world.

Therefore, the battle between Wusheng Mountain and Daxue Mountain is crucial!

If Wu Sheng Mountain loses, then Daxue Mountain will likely be led by one or two top experts to lead a group of young masters to the Central Plains to challenge the major sects. If they keep winning, they will even cross Japan and then go south to Southeast Asia to fight the entire Chinese martial arts world.

At that time, Daxueshan could claim to be the number one martial arts sect in China, and it was the orthodox Chinese martial arts!

This is the ambition of Agura and his men.

Wang Cheng felt the shouting of Mongolian men around him, and the hot masculinity that came to his face together, and knew that almost each of them had some martial arts foundation, so his qi and blood were stronger than ordinary people, and there were even more masters.

Daxue Mountain. Almost everyone is a martial arts and everyone is a military force!

No wonder a group of cavalry trained hundreds of years ago to Temujin, which could sweep the whole world.

Breathing changes!

Wang Cheng used the breath of the Red Snow Stubble Method to transport qi and blood, and his heartbeat also maintained the pulsation of the earth, and tried to integrate the two extremely profound stubble methods.

The first method and the first internal horizontal practice will definitely have miraculous effects.

However, it is definitely not that simple to truly integrate.

At this time, he used the qi and blood of the Red Snow Stud Method to transport it, and combined with the qi and blood artistic conception of pure yang reincarnation, he could easily face the qi and blood impact of hundreds or thousands of people around him.

"call……"

"call…………"

"call………………"

Thousands of people made low voices together, and each low voice was extremely regular, and the breathing and sound were almost condensed into one stream. If they were ordinary people, they might be directly oppressed by this momentum and unable to stand firmly.

Agula was very satisfied with this, but when she saw that Wang Cheng was not affected at all, she just frowned slightly, knowing that Wang Cheng's strength exceeded his understanding.

Step by step, he came to the largest bonfire in the middle. Tables and chairs had been arranged. Agula invited Changhe and Wang Cheng to sit in the middle together and faced the largest bonfire directly.

The largest bonfire was a huge cow and a fat sheep. Under the flames, the sound of thunder was made. The fragrance quickly drifted over.

Then, a group of Mongolian men holding sabers and a group of Mongolian women split into two groups to dance Mongolian dances in front of the bonfire. There were special bands around to perform the music. The sword lights flashed during the dance, which seemed a bit murderous.

Wang Cheng only saw such a scene on TV, so he watched it quite novel.

However, this was not the first time Taoist Changhe saw it, and he saw it calmly. He whispered a few words with Agula and Mu Ren, and seemed very comfortable and calm, as if he was the master.

After a while, a tall woman with bandages on one arm came over, her steps were very steady, and she sat next to Mu Ren with a calm expression, picked up the fruit and ate a few.

This is Baye, the third master of the younger generation of Daxueshan who had fought with Wang Cheng before and was interrupted by one of his arms.

Baye had a cold face, and the coldness on her face could be seen under the fire. I don’t know if this was the expression she had developed a habit or was deliberately shown to Wang Cheng.

Anyway, Wang Cheng just took a look and didn't care at all.

However, he ignored it, Baye took the initiative to come over, took a can of wine and placed it in front of him with a bang.

"drink wine!"

Baye is just two words.

Wang Cheng's eyebrows pounded, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to drink."

Baye snorted coldly, picked up his can of wine, raised his head and drank several large sips. The wine spread out along the corner of his mouth, wetting his clothes, staring at Wang Cheng with his eyes and shouting: "Are you a man? Do you drink it?"

Mu Ren and Agula both showed a smile on their faces when they saw this scene.

A group of Mongolian men around him immediately started to cheer: "Drink..."

"If you are a man, you have to say ok..."

"Oh...drink......"

“Oh oh oh…………”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Wang Cheng's face, and then he didn't say anything. He simply picked up the wine jar, raised his head and drank two big gulps. A heat penetrated his throat and entered his abdomen, as if a ball of fire was burning, and his qi and blood were getting hot all over his body.

"Good wine!"

Wang Cheng couldn't help but shout in admiration.

A smile appeared on the corner of Baye's mouth, then looked at Wang Cheng with a provocative look, raised his head and drank a can of wine in his hand, and finally turned the can of wine over, showing that he had finished drinking, and his eyes were looking directly at Wang Cheng, still full of provocation.

Another group of people around him followed and shouted loudly, asking Wang Cheng not to lose to Baye.

This is about to compete for alcohol...

Wang Cheng glanced around him, was infected by the hot atmosphere, and he didn't want to show his fear in the snowy mountain. So he immediately stood up and drank all the wine in his hand in one breath. A blush rose on his face, and a heat on his head was blowing, and he shouted, "Get the wine again."

Ba Ye Yiran was not afraid and waved to a group of girls not far away and shouted: "Come here two jars of wine."

The Mongolians have to say that it is too real. A group of people really brought two jars of wine. The jar was half a person high and was filled with good wine with fragrance, and placed it in front of Wang Cheng and Baye.

Many people around saw that these two jars of wine changed slightly, and then they shouted loudly: "Drink..."

"drink……"

"drink…………"

Several masters sat in the middle and watched this scene calmly and calmly. No one said anything. This was just some normal battles between the younger generations.

Wang Cheng jumped up from his seat, came to the wine jar, picked up his big bowl and scooped a large bowl of wine in the wine jar, opened his mouth and drank it all. The hot wine entered his belly, and his whole body seemed to be burning. It has to be said that it was very comfortable, but the smell of alcohol had to flow up with the flow of qi and blood.

This will affect the brain's clarity, it will easily get drunk, and then fall down...

He quickly adjusted his breathing, stabilized his feet and rooted in the earth. The pure yang qi and blood flowed at high speed. His body temperature rose again, and the alcohol in his body was integrated into the qi and blood, and then consumed it in the high speed. As the sweat beads penetrated into the skin and the heat that circulated above his head would be emitted.

So, for a moment, he was covered in alcohol, as if he was soaking in a jar of wine.

With a slight sound, Baye scooped a large bowl without showing any weakness and drank it clean. His face turned extremely red, and there was a layer of hot air around him, and the aroma of wine was also strong in the heat. Obviously, he was also carrying out a clever qi and blood transport, steaming out the wine in his body.

Wang Cheng stared at Baye and naturally would not stop, so he immediately drank a big bowl of wine.

Then, Baye followed by another big bowl...

Your bowl...

My bowl...

Seeing the wine in the jar drop rapidly, the two of them did not slow down. Many men and women around them were joking and quieted down involuntarily, and their eyes were all looking at the two young masters who were fighting for wine. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!