Chapter 7 Black Hand

Qin Yunuan looked sideways at Sibocharji's position. The faint light and shadow could make her judge that the Khan of the northern grassland was an extremely tall man. In contrast, the warrior behind him looked a little thin.

The warrior of Bocharji strode to the ring, and the half-hanged wool sleeves were pierced into the belt by the man, looking capable and courageous.

The ceremonial officer continued to report the serial number: "No. 2, the warrior selected by the regent."

The regent smiled and seemed to have full courage. He turned his head and told the warrior behind him: "Mum, Bocharji Khan is an elder. When you are in the test, you must not hurt Khan's men."

As soon as the regent's words came out, it immediately attracted Bocharji's dissatisfaction. Bocharzi said in a rough voice, "Your Majesty can't do this. You let your men make my warriors hit me in the face. This time, let's fight with real guns," and then said to the thin man in the ring: "Do your best, If you are disabled, I will raise your old mother until she is old.

Then he arched his hand to the regent, "Your Majesty, don't show mercy."

The regent just smiled and looked at the movement on the ring.

Although this man named Maugham is one head shorter than the thin man on Bocharji's side, it is better than a flexible and stable lower plate. His eyebrows are full of exquisiteness and fierceness. Qin Yunuan can't see the two clearly, but he can clearly hear their strong heartbeats. Recently, Qin Yunuan's hearing is getting better and better.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, which was the momentum of Maugham's cross-legged. When the two made a move, each move was not only the brute force advocated by the Northern Di man, but also the skills of close combat and wrestling. Just as the two fought closely, the man on Bocharzi's side suddenly kicked his legs, his eyes widened, and his mouth began to Foaming.

The people around watching the martial arts competition immediately panicked, and Beidi Khan immediately sent someone to check the situation. Bocharzi's eyes were full of worry, but the regent was very indifferent.

Qin Yunuan smiled and got the answer he wanted from the ceremonial officer who went to check before: "Go back to Dahan, Bocharji's warrior's tongue was blue, and his face was black, as if he was poisoned."

Poisoning?

Beidi Dahan frowned more when he heard this answer. Wanyanba took the opportunity to make trouble and said, "Who is so bold that he dares to do it under the sweaty eyes? Song Lian, you can use medical skills to see what's going on."

After Wanyanba finished speaking, Wanyansu replied leisurely, "Brother, the Khan is still sitting in the seat. The eldest brother ordered so arbitraryly, I'm afraid it's disrespectful to the Khan." The implication is that you are so arrogant in front of the sweat. Can't you wait to climb to this sweat?

Wanyan Ba hesitated a little, but Beidi Dahan had nodded and agreed. Wanyan Su could only endure the white eyes and contempt thrown by Wanyan Ba, which was a demonstration and showing off his supreme glory.

Wan Yansu finally felt a little uncomfortable, but Leng Changxi's reminder came to his ears: "Your Highness must remember that the more the eldest prince shows off, the closer he is to the end of his glory."

Song Lian responded to Wanyan Ba's order to carefully check the injury of the warrior who was Bocharji. There is no need to see it. Qin Yunuan can describe the injury of the warrior.

"The wound is in the back neck of the Bocharzi warrior, which is needle-shaped. There is blood clotting around the wound, black, with a fishy smell. It should be the poison of Lei Gongteng. First quench it on the silver needle, and then attack when people are not paying attention."

What Qin Yunuan thought was the same as the news reported by Song Lian.

Qin Yunuan nod and smiled, and had already heard Beidi's big sweat slap on the handle of the chair wrapped in tiger skin.

"Let me find out who is secretly attacking the warrior who dares to hurt my Beidi."

Wanyanba took the opportunity to echo: "Yes, go and check if there are any traces of crossbows around." Using a crossbow to shoot a poisoned silver needle to kill prey is itself a common method for the upper pastoral people of the Beidi grassland.

Unexpectedly, a cold and piercing sound suddenly sounded: "There is no need for the attacker to design with a crossbow in the distance. In fact, it is closer and more advantageous."

"Which mouthful is talking?" Wanyan Ba looks very grumpy.

Leng Changxi answered and paced into people's vision, and then greeted Wanyan's overwhelming ridicule: "It turns out to be you, a useless ugly monster. Who are you? Why do you speak? Your master hasn't taught you to be a slave. Don't interrupt at will?

In the face of Wanyan Ba's personal attack, Leng Changxi is not in a hurry at all. He knows that the more you are to deal with this kind of person, the more crazy he will be. The more crazy he is, the more beneficial he will be to yourself.

Wanyan Su said seriously, "Brother, as I said, Mr. Tuoba is a distinguished guest I invited, not a slave."

Wanyan looked at Wanyansu arrogantly: "What's the difference?"

The regent asked with great interest, "Your surname is Tuoba? What do you have to do with the king of Xixia?

"What's wrong with the surname Tuoba?" Wanyan raised his head and said disapprovingly.

The regent smiled gently: "The eldest prince doesn't know that Tuoba is an ancient surname in Xixia. At first, the surname 'Jing' of the Xixia royal family was the same. Later, it was separated for various reasons, but it was still the most noble surname in Xixia. There are not many people surname Tuoba, so I asked Tuoba Sir, is there any connection with Xixia?

Leng Changxi nod and replied casually, "No, it's just an ordinary surname."

At this time, Beidi Dahan took over and said, "You just said that this silver needle may not be shot from a distance. It is more advantageous nearby. Before you finish speaking, what do you mean?"

Leng Changxi shrugged his shoulders: "It's very simple." After saying that, he pointed directly to the warrior named Maugham selected by the regent. "You can search him to see if there is a silver needle on him."

"Ridiculous!" It was not the regent who stood up first, but Wanyan Ba, who was already extremely irritable and impulsive. "Maugham is a famous warrior in Beidi. How could he do such a lewd thing? I don't care whether you are Tuoba, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, and you are responsible for what you want to say." After saying that, he directly took out the golden machete carved with the spirit snake in his hand, jumped up from the seat, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at Leng Changxi. The speed was so fast that it was frightening.

The fierceness and murderousness that came to his face were almost suffocating. Leng Changxi held his breath and felt the movement of Wanyan Ba. Just as the tip of Wanyanba's knife was about to stab Leng Changxi's face, another strong force was entangled with this fierce anger. Leng Changxi put away his desire to take action and opened his eyes and looked I don't know when the regent has appeared beside him.

The regent held the handle of a gold cup in his hand, and the mouth of the gold cup was facing the tip of Wanyanba's knife, and he stopped Wanyanba's violence with a visible cup, which was unusual.

Leng Changxi looked quietly at the regent. Obviously, it was so far away, but he could be as light and fast as if he were next to Leng Changxi.

"Uncle." Wanyan Ba was stunned and a little surprised.

The regent turned his head and looked at Wanyan Ba coldly. Looking back at Leng Changxi, his eyes immediately became gentle.

"The bully is still young and a little impulsive. I hope you can forgive me."

Wanyanba doesn't understand. He has always covered the sky with one hand. Why did the powerful uncle make such an inconspicuous ugly courtesy?

Leng Changxi turned his head indifferently and only looked at the Bocharzi warrior and the man named Maugham under the regent who had been unable to move in the ring: "There is no more than a country man. The prince is not polite. If the prince is willing, he might as well send someone to search the warrior named Maughm to see if there is any silver. Needle."

Wanyan Ba still wanted to reprimand, but the regent raised his hand, and there was only one word - search!

After a while, the soldiers who went to search reported the results.

"Report to the prince, find a magnet in Maugham's belt and suck a silver needle on it."

The regent frowned slightly: "Brake here."

A tray was immediately brought up, in which there was a silver needle with a long index finger and a thick embroidered needle. First, it was handed over to Beidi Khan. Beidi Khan only took a rough look and felt a little, as if he was extremely sleepy.

After seeing the silver needle and checking the poison on the silver needle, Song Lian nodded and said, "The poison on it is Lei Gongteng."

After saying this sentence, Song Lian was threatened by Wanyan Ba's eyes: "Song Lian, you Qi Ren, you have to speak carefully."

Bcharji snorted coldly: "What careless, Mr. Song said anything. Regent, the warrior in your hand plotted my men. What should I do this time?"

The regent looked at Maugham coldly. His eyes did not mean to speak for him at all. Maugham's legs were soft and he had knelt down and begged the regent for his kindness, saying that he had not done it. Unfortunately, he had all the evidence and materials.

Bocharzi Khan is a temperamental person and said bluntly: "What face does a warrior who wins by sneak attack have to live in this world?"

The regent nodded approvingly and threw a cold dagger at Maugham: "Then Maugham, you can use this to suicide."

Of course, Maugham did not dare. Beidi is not like Daqi. It is ominous to see blood in front of the king of Daqi, but Beidi is bloody. Beidi himself has also killed the treacherous minister in the court. Looking at Maom's trembling appearance, Leng Changxi suddenly came forward: "Since this warrior dares not dares, then help the prince. ." After saying that, he pinched the handle of the knife wrapped in black cloth and plunged three inches into Maugham's ribs.

"How dare you!" With the roar of Wanyan Ba, Maomu's waist was already bloody. Leng Changxi raised his head, let go of the dagger in his hand, looked at Wanyan Ba coldly, and said provocatively, "Prince, what are you nervous about killing this scum under the order of the prince?"