I rely on collecting five blessings to cultivate immortality

Chapter 204
"Next, we will invite the winner, Totuka—" the master of ceremonies dragged his tone and announced, "The warrior who will fight against Princess Wumo'er!"

"It's your turn." Wu Mo'er reminded Ren Zhen.

Ren Zhen nodded, thought for a while and said, "What should I do if I win?"

Wu Mo'er was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Then I will marry you! Don't talk in your sleep! Go up and surrender quickly, don't be brave!"

Ren Zhen adjusted the mask and walked through the crowd to Tuo Tuka.

"Come on! Shit picker!" The shepherds in the stands booed one after another.

Ren Zhen cleared his throat in embarrassment, but luckily his face was covered by a mask.

"Poop picker?" Totuka frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Ren Zhen couldn't understand what he was asking, and smiled perfunctorily while rubbing the back of his head.

"This kid can pick up a paddock of horse manure every day!" Someone in the audience explained Tuo Tuka's doubts.

"After picking it up, I'm going to snatch it from others!" Another person continued.

There was a burst of laughter in the stands, and the paddock was filled with cheerful air.

On the VIP platform, the patriarch of the Tonglu tribe leaned over and asked, "Why did you send a slave from the Central Plains?"

King Khan said indifferently: "It's the same for everyone, your son's Julu Fist is well-deserved, and no one of our warriors can be an opponent."

The copper deer patriarch laughed loudly, watching the final battle that was about to start in the audience with a smile on his face.

Tuo Tuka was a little puzzled, and looked at Ren Zhen warily.What does this all mean?Rushing to pick up shit?Could it be that this kid has shit on his hands?
Ren Zhen clasped his fists in greeting to Tuo Tuka, posing with one hand, lazily feeling the breeze caressing the grassland.

Totuka frowned, doubting that Ren Zhen's outstretched hand had been soaked for a long time, and hesitated whether to avoid it.After thinking for a moment, he still gritted his teeth, for the sake of the beautiful princess, what is this bit of shit!
With luck in his fists, he pushed forward, with a strong wind in his fists, he slammed into Ren Zhen's chest hard. "Giant Deer Fist!"

"Run, you idiot!" Seeing Ren Zhen refusing to dodge, Wu Mo'er in the stands suddenly became anxious and shouted with all her strength.

"boom!"

"what!"

Totuka's fist hit Ren Zhen's chest, making a muffled sound, and then quickly withdrew his fist, screaming in pain.

Ren Zhen remained motionless.

The audience in the stands were all stunned, wondering what the hell was going on?
With tears in his eyes, Totuka saw that Ren Zhen was unharmed, and he punched Ren Zhen again unwillingly, "Punch me again!"

"boom!"

"what!"

This time it was Tutuka who screamed again. Both hands were swollen like sandbags. He looked at Ren Zhen in disbelief and spoke angrily in poor Chinese dialect.

"Central Plains people! You are not allowed to humiliate the prairie warriors like this!"

Ren Zhen raised his eyebrows, walked slowly towards Tuo Tuka who was in a state of despair, raised his fist lightly, and muttered, "You said that."

With an unpretentious punch, Totuka flew out of the field.

The paddock was as silent as death, and the audience in the stands were all dumbfounded and speechless.

"Eh!? How, how could it be..." Wu Mo'er's dark eyes widened and she mumbled softly.

The patriarch of the Tonglu tribe was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He even forgot to check his son's injuries, and asked weakly, "What's the situation? Didn't you say that he was just a Central Plains slave..."

King Khan was equally stunned, unable to believe what he had just seen, and said blankly, "I don't know either..."

He never thought that the slave Wu Mo'er picked up was actually a master!Tuo Tuka, who was on the seventh level of Qi training, was unharmed with two punches, and even himself in the early stage of foundation establishment may not be able to do it!This Central Plains slave has at least the mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base!

King Khan gradually recovered from his horror, swallowed his throat, and secretly thought about how to win over this slave. His value was no less than the marriage with the Bronze Deer Tribe.

But the patriarch of the Tonglu tribe was the first to speak, and said tremblingly: "With him, it is possible to defeat the Golden Eagle tribe!"

King Khan's eyes shone brightly. The Great Khan of the Golden Eagle Tribe had peak foundation cultivation. If other tribes formed an alliance, plus this Central Plains native who was at least in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he could fight the Golden Eagle Tribe!
Ren Zhen walked back to the stands listlessly, feeling a little troubled in his heart.

"W-who are you?" Wu Mo'er asked stammering, her long eyelashes filled with disbelief.

Ren Zhen pondered for a moment, gave up thinking, and said casually: "My name is Ren Zhen, I forgot the others."

"Eh? But..." Wu Mo'er remembered the matter of the martial arts contest, her cheeks turned red, and she stammered, "I don't want to..."

Ren Zhen waved his hand casually, and said with a smile: "Don't worry! I don't have any plans to get married yet!"

At the dinner after the meeting, Ren Zhen was honored as the guest of honor, and there was a lot of greasy barbecue in front of him, as well as a pot of fine wine from the Central Plains, which was quite precious on the grassland.

Totuka also sat in the mat with a gloomy face, his hands were swollen and unable to hold the meat, he stared blankly at his smiling father.

King Khan and the patriarchs of the Tonglu tribe toasted Ren Zhen one after another, apologizing continuously, feeling ashamed that they had no eyes.

Ren Zhen buried his head in eating Hesai, since he came to the small world, he has never eaten such a good thing, and he has been eating jerky that is hard to swallow all day long.

"Warrior, don't you think about Wu Mo'er any more? Although my niece is savage, she has one of the best appearances on the grassland." King Khan promoted his niece without hesitation, "The cultivation talent is also good, and I will definitely do it in the future. to have a good son."

Wu Mo'er blushed and lowered her head without saying a word.

Ren Zhen struggled to swallow the meat in his mouth and said: "Princess saved my life. I will definitely repay this great kindness. There is no need to ask for any more benefits. Just tell me what you have to say."

King Khan and the patriarch of Tonglu looked at each other, feeling that the win-win was a sure thing, cleared his throat, and said: "The Golden Eagle tribe is now on the verge of annexing the grassland, killing and looting everywhere, and many tribes have become slaves. If we can't stop them , I’m afraid that the entire grassland will be stained with blood. Our Silver Wolf and Bronze Deer tribes plan to unite with other tribes and fight them to the death. The Great Khan Tuoba Leopard of the Golden Eagle tribe has a peak foundation cultivation, as long as you can hold him back , we have a chance to win.”

Ren Zhen scratched his cheek, listened to King Khan's intention, and planned to face the enemy generals by himself, dragging them off until they dealt with the minions, and then deal with the patriarch of the Golden Eagle tribe together.The highest strength is only at the peak of Foundation Establishment... This is just a trivial matter for him, and he can get more information, so he can find the lost Lingxi and others as soon as possible.Ren Zhen thought about it for a while, and replied straightforwardly: "No problem!"

King Khan and Tonglu Patriarch were overjoyed immediately, and raised their heads to drink the fine wine in their cups.

(End of this chapter)