The Mongolian Tartars behind him shot for a while, but the man avoided them with his clever body skills.

"What a flexible body movement, like a monkey. Is this man's horse skill really so strong?" Liu Bo narrowed his eyes and praised at the dusty horse.

Xiao Yun nodded secretly: "Liu Bowen is indeed powerful. You can see at a glance that this man is very good at horse kung fu!" Just as Xiao Yun was thinking about his thoughts, the Mongolian Tartar bent his bow and arrows for a while, but the man's horse kung fu was too powerful, and he cleverly avoided it. Seeing that the distance was getting farther and farther away, the leading lama suddenly waved his hand, and a Mongolian Tartar behind him whipped a horse's butt with a "brush" sound. The horse hurt, and the four hooves moved. The Mongolian Tartar behind the lama took the opportunity and handed a bent bow and a feather arrow in his hand to the trumpet's hand.

Xiao Yun was shocked and said to himself: "No, that man is in danger?" He didn't care about saying hello, and he jumped out of the tea stall and ran towards the hill.

Lu Feifei suddenly saw Xiao Yun jumping out and was surprised. When she realized her reaction, when she looked at her again, Xiao Yun had already run towards the man.

Only then did Liu Bowen stand up, walk outside the tea stall, squint his eyes, look at Xiao Yun's bumpy body on the horse's back, and sigh in his heart: "Is he going to save that man?"

"What to save people?" Lu Feifei was shocked.

Liu Bowen said "yes" and said, "No, save people?"

"Yes, but Brother Xiao doesn't know how to be martial arts? These Tartars are not mediocre at first glance, especially the lama. Their double foreheads are slightly protruding, and they are an intractable character at first glance. Will Brother Xiao die if he goes like this? "Lu Feifei has been practicing martial arts since she was a child. Although her martial arts skills are not very good, she can still tell how good each person's martial arts are. It is no problem for Xiao Yun's three-legged cat to fight ordinary Mongolian Tartars, but these Tartars are all wearing strong suits and they are trained Tartar soldiers. The lama's double foreheads are slightly protruding. If it weren't for the internal skills they were quite good in Tibet, their double foreheads would definitely be protruding. Thinking of this, Lu Feifei couldn't help but be impatient.

Liu Bowen on the side did not have the same thoughts as Lu Feifei, but when he saw Xiao Yun rushing out desperately, he was still shocked: "This little brother knows that he is not an opponent, but he is not afraid of death, and he still wants to save people. This kind of heart is really rare. It seems that my Moon Knife is afraid of a successor?" Thinking of holding the waist knife at his right hand, the waist knife was squeezed by him, and it actually emitted a murderous aura. However, Lu Feifei and Liu Qing were paying attention to Xiao Yun's comfort and had no idea.

Xiao Yun galloped away on his horse, and was about to take his head. With a sudden "stepping" sound in the sky, a feather arrow that was twice as big as an ordinary feather arrow galloped behind the man. Seeing that the situation was critical, Xiao Yun shouted: "Hero, be careful behind!"

But the man didn't know whether he was exhausted or was in a daze. Xiao Yun shouted for a long time and he was inactive. Seeing that the feather arrow was about to pass by, Xiao Yun gritted his teeth and pulled back the hatchet on the waist. He slapped the horse sitting on the butt a few times. The horse sitting down stepped away from his limbs and hooves, bypassed the man's mount, and faced the feather arrow.

"Ah..." In the tea stall, Lu Feifei saw Xiao Yun face to face the feather arrow shot towards him, and screamed in shock, which scared Liu Qing next to her.

"Brother Xiao...Brother Xiao is this..." Lu Feifei said with sadness.

Liu Bowen did not move, squinted his eyes and stared at Xiao Yun's body without moving. He could only tighten the waist knife around his waist with his right hand.

Xiao Yunzong immediately shouted, "Brother, hurry up and go away!" He quickly tied the reins of the horse and rode his horse to meet him. At this moment, the feather arrow stabbed towards him with a "stop" sound. Xiao Yun was calm and stabbed his backhand, and the hatchet flashed, and the feather arrow was facing him at a speed that was lightning speed.

"when"

There was a loud noise, the sound of metal intersecting.

The flying feather arrow landed on the ground. Xiao Yun felt his right wrist numb and thought to himself: "Grandpa, such a strong force, this lama really has some ability!" After moving his numb wrist, he strangled the reins of the horse and ran back.

The lama chasing him obviously didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway. He angrily scolded him for a while. Suddenly, he turned the bent bow in his hand, slapped the horse's butt, and chased him hard.

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Chapter completed!