"Brother Xiao..." Lu Feifei was shocked and jumped into the battlefield from the side. She blocked the killing moves of Xiao Yunge just right.

"You little brother, please leave quickly, this will cause death?" The middle-aged man with a scholar-like appearance stared at Xiao Yun with gratitude.

"If you want to leave, everyone will go together, isn't this too bullying? It's even more cruel than the Japanese. No wonder the Han people will fight against the Yuanyuan!" Xiao Yun roared, and the hatchet in his right hand came out at the right time. What else is more powerful than the special forces soldier who came from the 21st century and was trained? Although the people in front of him were extremely fierce and were all brave and cruel, in Xiao Yun's opinion, they were nothing except for their strength. Even if they were fighting with empty hands, he would dare to try it boldly, let alone holding a hatchet in his hand.

“When…when…?”

With two loud noises, Xiao Yunge drove two attacking Tartar scimitars, one of which was steadily, quickly bullying his body, swept his left leg to one person down, and kicked the other person down with an inverted gold hook. He heard "Ao..." and the Mongolian Tartar, who was kicked by Xiao Yun, fell to the ground in pain.

Xiao Yun jumped several feet away, laughed and said, "Look at the fact that Mongolia has a large population, I will do some family planning for you! When you have few lands in the future, you have to thank me very well." After that, he laughed again.

Several Mongolian Tartars did not expect Xiao Yun to be so powerful. No one of them had seen such a fighting method. At this moment, they heard the Mongolian Tartar who was kicked in the underworld, sneering on the ground in pain, holding their underworld with their hands in their arms and screaming like a wolf, and everyone showed fear.

Xiao Yun retreated to the middle-aged scholar, protected him, held the hatchet tightly in his right hand, and made Bruce Lee's classic fighting moves, shouting at the people with a look of horror: "Grandpa, come on, weren't you very powerful just now? Why didn't you say anything now?"

Several Mongolian Tartars looked angry and were about to attack.

Suddenly, the Mongolian Tartar in the lead waved his hand slightly, stared at Xiao Yun for a long time, walked up and clasped his fists at Xiao Yun and said, "You are so skillful, don't you know your name Gao?"

Xiao Yun smiled and said to himself: "Grandpa, are these Mongolian Tartars not so much? I'm so good at this. I thought that all the Mongolians were Genghis Khan? It seems that it's not the case?"

"What's my name? It's okay to tell you?" Xiao Yun took back Bruce Lee's classic moves and said with a smile: "I'm the next name Li, and I'm the name!"

"Haha..." As soon as Xiao Yun finished speaking, the middle-aged scholar's book boy and Lu Feifei beside him both smiled. Even the scholar shook his head with a smile.

The Mongolians are not as colorful as those of the Central Plains. Although they heard Xiao Yun report his name "Li Laozi" and although they think this name is a bit strange, the Central Plains culture is profound and profound, and there are all kinds of strange things. Just a hundred surnames cover all the names in the world. The leader heard that his name is "Li Laozi" and couldn't help but recite aloud: "It turns out to be Li Laozi..."

Xiao Yun was interested in seeing the ugly appearance of the Mongolian Tartars. He deliberately learned the tricks of clichés between children when he was a child. He pricked up his ears and pretended not to hear them, and shouted: "What is my name?" This trick suddenly came out. If it weren't for a very flexible person, it would be very easy to be fooled. The Mongolian Tartars grew up in Mongolia on weekdays and were all simple people who knew the tricks of children in the Central Plains. When Xiao Yun heard that he didn't hear them, he shouted casually:

"You guy!"

"Hey, he's such a good son!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and even Lu Feifei pursed her lips and laughed secretly, her pink face turned red.

Everyone in Mongolia was furious, and several people holding scimitars were waiting to step forward. Xiao Yun looked indifferent and made Bruce Lee's classic moves again.

"Hmph, are you trying to make fun of yourself?" The man in charge showed displeasure and stared at Xiao Yun like a pair of eyes, which could be seen that he was already furious.

"Hahaha, you are so stupid. Who will I spend if I don't spend it? Well? This uncle?" Xiao Yun turned his face and asked the middle-aged scholar with a smile.

At this moment, the middle-aged scholar was still sitting on the tea stool, savoring the herbal tea in the bowl gracefully. After hearing Xiao Yun ask him, he put down the big bowl in his hand and smiled slightly, saying, "Little brother is saying very well, the Tartars are so stupid, who else should they spend their time?"

"Hahaha... This uncle's words are so impressive. The Tartars are indeed enough to run away, and they call them parents when they catch people? It's really rare!" Xiao Yun shook his head in pain while saying that, as if he was quite sad about the stupidity of the man in the leader.

Lu Feifei looked at Xiao Yun's originally look of carelessness and insisted on pretending to be regretful. She felt quite funny and smiled with her lips, but she was worried that the Tartars suddenly made an attack, Xiao Yun was defeated, so she held a short sword in her hand and stood aside. Although her master learned martial arts, her martial arts were quite unique. Although these Tartars' martial arts were not very good, it would take some effort to subdue them.

The man in the leader did not expect that Xiao Yun would not ridicule him in public. His old face had already turned red like a pig's liver. Before Xiao Yun could answer again, he shouted: "Looking for death!"

The scimitar on his waist burst out of the air with a "double" sound, and looked towards Xiao Yun's forehead with a strong wind.

"Hey, is it really bad?" Xiao Yun shook his head in pain. The sigh in his mouth was almost making the Shutong who was watching the side laugh. If it weren't for the middle-aged scholar glaring at the Shutong fiercely, he might have been afraid that Shutong would have laughed to death.

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Chapter completed!