Zu Zhaohua dragged his tired steps toward home, but he still kept covering the four frozen black steamed buns in his arms, for fear of losing them.

As the young leader of Fancheng Yuanhuaquan Sect, he would not even look at such steamed buns in the past, but now they are the only food for him and his young brother. And he was rewarded with the heavy work he had done all day long.

Originally, his life was considered to be worry-free. Unfortunately, after the fierce battle between Mongolian and Han people last fall, Xiangcheng was trapped in a siege. All surrounding towns, including Fancheng, were captured by Mongolian boots. Afterwards, the Song army was unable to conquer. Fancheng is still under the rule of Mongolia.

After entering the city, the Mongolian Tartars burned, killed, robbed and committed all kinds of evil. The Huaquan Sect also fought hard, but how could a mere second-rate sect beat the iron hoofs of the Mongolian elite?

So on the day the city was broken, the Huaquan Sect, which had a long history, had more than 200 disciples, disappeared. Zu Zhaohua's father, Zu Jichong, the former head of Huaquan Sect, was killed and his family was razed to the ground.

Only Zu Zhaohua and his ten-year-old brother were left in the family and escaped.

But after Fancheng fell, the city gate was closed. Seeing that the Mongolians were powerful, Zu Zhaohua could only endure the deep hatred of blood with tears in his eyes. He took his younger brother torn clothes that had been taken off from the dead, and mixed into the poor, and survived by chance.

There were nearly 100,000 people in Fancheng, but after the war, there were only less than 50,000 Han people left. The Mongolian Tatars implemented the system of a unit of armor here, and one person broke the law and killed ten households to suppress the details and resist activities.

In order to survive, Zu Zhaohua could only work as hard labor for the Mongolian Tartars like the other Han people in exchange for meager rations to support himself and his young brother. At the same time, he was waiting for the hero Guo Jing to kill the army to recover Fancheng, and then kill some Mongolians to avenge him...

That night, he had just returned to the temporary shed when he heard the rapid sound of "Dangdang!". Zu Zhaohua cursed inwardly, but did not dare to neglect. He quickly picked up his younger brother and rushed to the city's big square with the surrounding poor people.

Recently, the Mongolians have issued a new rule. When the sound of the bangzi sounds for the third time, if the Han people who fail to arrive at the square will be killed without mercy.

Zu Zhaohua's younger brother Zu Zhaoxia whispered: "Brother, is there another Han master to be killed?"

Zu Zhaohua sighed and replied in a low voice: "It's probably true."

Zu Zhaoxia asked in a low voice again: "Brother, Dad said we have tens of thousands of Han people, with a long history of martial arts and many masters, but why can't we beat the Mongols? There are so many Han masters killed these days."

Zu Zhaohua didn't know how to answer his brother's question.

Since a few days ago, when the prince of the Ruyang Palace in Mongolia came to Fancheng, Kukutmur ordered the demolition of a group of houses in the middle of the city to a huge square, and then raised two provocative banners on the top of the city to invite the Han masters in Xiangcheng opposite.

Whenever a Han master comes to challenge, the Mongolian Tartars would ring the gong and call the Han people from all over the city to go to the square to watch the battle. It is said that other sects and powerful figures in the fallen city were invited to watch the battle.

When he was forced to watch the battle, Zu Zhaohua was still very excited. He had the same idea as his younger brother, looking forward to the masters and masters of the Han compatriots to teach the Mongolian Tartars a lesson.

But on the first day he was disappointed. More than a hundred young Han masters were destroyed, either dead or seriously injured, while the Mongolian side had only a few casualties!

The second batch of Han masters came much stronger. Zu Zhaohua believed that it was definitely better than his father, which ignited new hopes. However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. All dozens of people were defeated, and none of them were spared.

The third batch of Han masters who came overnight were even more amazing. Zu Zhaohua even heard a few familiar names, but unfortunately the final result was no different.

Zu Zhaohua still remembers that when the third batch of ten well-known Han martial arts masters were carried away, all the Han people watching the battle around the square, as well as the people from the martial arts world invited to watch the battle, the powerful and noble figures were all ashamed, while the cheers and clamors of the Mongols resounded throughout the city.

In order to celebrate this victory, the Mongolian Tartars even announced that as long as the Han people present shouted "The Han dog boasted and sold himself, it was nothing more than that!", they could get a steamed bun.

Finally, under the threatening gaze of the Mongolian Tartars, all Han people had to shout this sentence in humiliation.

But Zu Zhaohua gave the two steamed buns he distributed to him and his younger brother to an old man who had lost his ability to work and was about to starve to death. Facing his younger brother's pity for swallowing spit, Zu Zhaohua gritted his teeth and said in pain: "Brother, no matter how hungry we are, we cannot eat what we get from our ancestors' face."

The noise around woke Zu Zhaohua from his memories, and he sighed softly.

Tonight is the fourth challenge initiated by Han masters.

The fourth game after three days - in fact, Zu Zhaohua even thought that no Han master would dare to challenge him.

Zu Zhaohua no longer had any hope for the decisive battle tonight. He followed the crowd to the edge of the city's big square with his younger brother numbly.

Countless torches lit up, making the wide square light like daylight.

In the center of the big square, four large arenas with a length of at least ten feet wide have been surrounded by red ropes.

The square was surrounded by Han people, and the innermost were two layers of Mongolian soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp edges, full of murderous aura.

The ragged Han people were trembling in the cold wind, but no one dared to say anything. They just watched silently as a group of armored soldiers and Han challengers slowly walked from the city gate to the square.

Then another gong sounded, and hundreds of armored soldiers came out one after another, surrounding the southeast corner of the square.

Zu Zhaohua looked up and saw a large number of masters gathering around a young man wearing a golden crown and a gorgeous brocade robe entering the venue.

The young man sat proudly in the specially made spectator seat, guarded by dozens of masters, and was the prince of the Ruyang Palace, Kukutmuer.

"Brother, there are only three Han masters here this time..."

Zu Zhaohua followed his younger brother's fingers and then saw clearly the appearance of the three of them.

The one on the left is a gray-robed one-armed man with a zombie face and a strange black sword-like weapon on his back.

There is a middle-aged man in the middle, with a handsome appearance, gentle and elegant appearance, and I can't tell how powerful he is.

The one on the right is the most eye-catching. This man is about forty years old, with a thin face as cold as a rock, and his whole body is covered with black clothes and trousers. Even the hilt of the scabbard is black.

Zu Zhaohua didn't know any of them, but it doesn't matter. According to convention, these three people should have had their names before entering the city. After a while, the Mongolian Tartars would loudly introduce the identities and backgrounds of these three people and brief life stories, and never stingy with praise.

Zu Zhaohua knew very well what the Mongolian Tartars meant. The more he praised these Han masters, the deeper the despair he brought to the Han people watching the battle after defeating them in the future. He eventually extinguished all his thoughts of resistance and became a slave to the Mongolian Tartars.

Sure enough, a man stood up from the Mongolian Tartars and began to loudly introduce the origins of these three Han masters.

Zu Zhaohua was really surprised this time.

The one-armed man on the left, who looks like a zombie, is actually a famous god-evil hero in the world!

The middle-aged man who was elegant and elegant in the middle was even more famous. He was the second-ranked "Little Li Tanhua" who was famous more than ten years ago and ranked second in the "Weapons List"!

The black-clothed swordsman on the right is the fourth place in the "Weapons Chart", the iron sword of Songyang, Guo Songyang!

There are thousands of Han people practicing martial arts in the world, but not many people can truly be called masters of martial arts. These three people must be listed, and they are all very high-end!

The God Condor Hero has done countless big things that ordinary people cannot reach in the world. Xiao Li Tanhua's flying knife has never failed. Although the Songyang Iron Sword is slightly inferior to Xiao Li Tanhua, it is still one of the top swordsmen in the world!

Even though Zu Zhaohua was already in a state of silence, he couldn't help but feel hopeful when he heard these three names!

The reason why there is only two hope is that there are too many masters from the Mongolian side and they are so powerful. Zu Zhaohua, who has seen their terrifying strength, is really worried that Li Xunhuan and other just three people will be able to defeat those terrifying Mongolian masters.

At this time, Li Xunhuan and the other three in the square faced the siege and the gaze of thousands of eyes, but they were very calm. They glanced at Wang Baobao and the guards around him at the same time, and were secretly disappointed.

The defensive power around Wang Baobao is really too strong.

Eighteen and a half-legged, with strong muscles like Vajra, stood around Wang Baobao, protecting him closely, and showed that he was a capable disciple of the Vajra Sect.

The other tallest, with a metallic luster all over his body, and a fleshy face, was proudly beside Wang Baobao, without asking any questions. This tall head of the Vajra Sect is the current leader of the Huowu Toutuo!

On the ground that was many feet before Wang Baobao, there were wide brocade cloths, and more than 20 amazingly fat women were sitting on the brocade cloths, because there was probably no ready-made chair in the world that could suit them. Even if they sat on the large half-deck chair that Wang Baobao sat on, they would only be crushed into powder.

They were filled with delicious food and wine, and there were even more than a dozen roasted whole lamb and more than a dozen roasted chicken and roast duck. The meat was fragrant and mouth-watering, but no one was willing to eat with these fat women.

Not only because these fat women are feasting on the side as if no one is around them, they are splashing juice, but also because they can no longer squeeze anyone around them, even thin people as thin as bamboo poles.

Li Xunhuan and the other two are well-informed, but they all dare to swear that the fat women they have seen in their lives are not as fat as they have seen this time, nor are they any of them fat.

The eighteen Vajra-headed men were also considered extremely strong men, two heads taller than ordinary Han people, but compared with these fat women, they were like thin monkeys.

These women are not only tall and fat, but also strong and broad. Sitting there is like hills. It is hard for anyone to cross these meat mountains to assassinate Wang Baobao.

The fattest woman among them is even more exaggerated, her body size is almost equivalent to five or six Li Xunhuan, so fat that she can't see her neck. She only has a round brain mounted on the same huge mountain of meat.

If you want to imagine her as a round snowman, sorry, please don't insult the word snowman.

The most disgusting thing is that there are also several handsome men wearing red and green, wearing cosmetics and powder, serving the fattest woman, pounding her back, pounding her thighs, and feeding her wine and meat, like slaves.

The fattest woman gave them a bone or two at will, and they knelt down and licked them with a pleasing look.

This disgusting and terrifying scene almost makes people spit out the overnight meal.

King Jinlun was obviously unwilling to approach this group of fat women, so he didn't even get close to Wang Baobao. He stood alone behind the armored guards.

Another man stood on the top of a big tree on the side of the square with his hands behind his back, and his body exuded an inexplicable evil and intimidating aura, as if the terrible demon god who ruled the prairie with bloody hands came to the world, and even the air around him seemed to have been solidified.

This man looked at him only about thirty years old, with long hands and long legs, far better than ordinary people. He was not conspicuous in tight linen clothes, and his black hair was simply tied into a bun. However, he looked handsome and strange, with a pair of cold and majestic eyes that were as strong as the starry sky, which made people unforgettable for a glance.

Li Xunhuan and the other two confirmed their identity almost instantly - the Turkic Martial Master Bi Xuan!

This person is obviously over 60 years old, but he can maintain his body and appearance at the age of thirty. It can be seen that martial arts has reached an incredible state of nearly eternal youth!

Li Xunhuan, Yang Guo, and Guo Songyang looked at each other, and felt that today's duel would be the most difficult battle in their lives.

Only the prince of Ruyang, Kukutmur, clapping his hands and laughing, "Okay, okay, three such famous Han masters came tonight, which really makes me happy." Hearing his voice, he was not nervous at all!

"But the night is already dark, and I want to rest early. It's better for the three of you to play at the same time. It just so happens that I don't lack masters on the side. This way I can end it early, how about it?"

This is simply a barely despised person.

What a reputation Yang Guo, Li Xunhuan, and Guo Songyang are? No one dares to despise them so much!

However, the three of them still looked unmoved, and Li Xunhuan could still laugh. He said to Yang Guo and Guo Songyang: "It seems that there is no need to steal it, everyone has a share. It depends on which of us will defeat the opponent first so that we can challenge the fourth one."

Suddenly, a laugh like a pig was heard: "Okay, not bad, Li Xunhuan is very good. I like it, so I will leave this person to me."

Li Xunhuan immediately felt a sharp gaze betting on his body.

It was the fattest woman who was watching him laughing.

Her eyes may not be small, but there was too much fat on her face, and she squeezed her eyes to the point where she only had a line left. Now she smiled and felt as if she couldn't even see that line.

But what really makes people feel uncomfortable was her laughter. When she smiled, her fat body vibrated, and even the ground was slightly shaking.

This scene made almost everyone present feel disgusting and frightened, and even the muscles on Guo Songyang's face twitched twice.

Li Xunhuan could even laugh: "Oh? I guess you are the Great Happiness Female Bodhisattva?"

"Not bad." The female Bodhisattva of Dahuan looked at Li Xunhuan and smiled, "Although you are always a little older, you look good when you smile. Forget it, I don't dislike you as old. If you are willing to serve me for a few days, I can spare your life."

Li Xunhuan said leisurely: "You don't dislike me for being old, but I think you are too fat. If you can lose five or six hundred kilograms, I can probably have a drink with you. Now, I'm not allowed. I'm afraid that if I look at you a few more times, I will spit out all the wine I've been drinking."

The face of the Great Happiness Female Bodhisattva immediately became gloomy: "Li Xunhuan, you are looking for death!"
To be continued...