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Yan poked his head out and looked behind Buluhan, and the "flower peacock" was covering his mouth and snickering.

It seems that after he was startled by the lion, he ran to Bu Luhan to complain.

Buluhan is a member of the Bushi tribe. The men in this tribe are tall and burly like mountains, and their thighs are three circles thicker than Yan's waist.

Despite being tall and strong, they are still very agile, especially good at axes and weapons. They have obvious racial advantages and have never fallen to the top of the fighting beast battalion.

"I never laughed at you." Yan looked up at Bruhan and said, "I don't know where you heard it from."

Bruno's gray eyes narrowed like wolf eyes, staring at Yan's tanned but still handsome face.

In terms of looks, Yan outflanked the flower peacock by several blocks, but in terms of obedience, Yan was worse than the beasts in the Beast Tower.

"You see clearly, I am the boss of this battalion!" Bu Luhan stared at Yan and threatened, "I can let you in vertically, and I can also let you go out horizontally without recognition."

Bruhan was so angry that his nostrils were blown like a bellows, and it seemed that Hua Peacock had said a lot of bad things about Yan.

Yan suddenly stood on tiptoe, and looked closely at Bu Luhan's shiny face, You Qi stared at the mole on his nose and said: "I can see clearly, it's the 'boss'."

Bu Luhan was about to laugh, Yan continued, "The boss has a mole on his nose, it's hard not to see it clearly."

"You brat!" Bu Luhan wanted to grab Yan's collar again, but Yan moved to the side, and the huge cattail palm landed on the stake.

Bruhan grabbed the stake violently, only to see that the old stake, which was as hard as a stone, was instantly torn apart, and the sawdust fell from between his fingers. It was someone who was to be caught, and he had already been crushed into meatloaf.

Hua Peacock exclaimed, and the onlookers even retreated to a place where there was no way to retreat. If they retreated, they would not be able to see the end of the play.

Beast fighters are not allowed to fight privately, Bruhan knows this rule, and Yan not only knows, but also knows that he is not the boss of the fighting beast battalion at all.

The real boss lived in a colorful big tent covered with mink fur. He was a skinny old man. Yan had only met him once, but he was very impressed by his face that didn't care about world affairs and only looked at money.

It was precisely because he was in charge of such a person that Bruno was able to run rampant in the fighting beast camp. After all, he had been at the top of the list for three years. He was a walking cash cow, and no one dared to offend him.

There are also those who are attached to the cash cow, and there are many besides flower peacocks.

Yan had seen a beast fighter knelt down and licked the peacock's toes in order to win Bruhan's favor.

For these people, Yan is extremely annoying.

And he usually doesn't hide his inner disgust, he will show it all.

Yan was like this when he was in Dayan, and when he came to Xiliang, he didn't change his view of right and wrong just because he became a "beast in a cage".

It's just that in the beast camp where everything is twisted, the straight waist is too glaring.

On the first day Yan entered the camp, Bu Luhan noticed him. His black eyes were too bright, like a newborn calf possessing the "courage" of being fearless, and this "courage" would disrupt the order here.

Buluhan also took a fancy to his face. Compared with the peacock, which was painted like a woman, Yan's face was extremely clean. This kind of cleanliness came from the bones, making Buluhan feel like a cat scratching his heart when he looked at it. , desperately want to dirty him.

And the tattoo on his arm, Bu Luhan had never seen such a bright red tattoo, I don't know what kind of ink was used to stab it, President Yan wrapped a cloth strip around his arm, so that he couldn't show it easily.

To put it bluntly, Bu Luhan wanted to conquer Yan, just like conquering wild animals on the field, especially when Yan looked at him, the clear and sharp eyes made the blood all over his body feel like it was on fire, burning extremely hot .

As for Hua Peacock, no matter how he twisted his waist and buttocks on him, Brunhan felt that it was boring, and it became more and more boring.

It's just that when Hua Kongque said that Yan laughed at him for being bald and uglier than a rhinoceros, Bu Luhan's heart was really hurt, and his anger also came out slowly.

"Don't make trouble." Probably sobered up, the lazy instructor finally walked between Buluhan and Yan, and persuaded, "If you want strength, stay in the Colosseum and win here. There is no money to take."

Yan didn't speak, but turned and walked away.

Just as Buluhan was about to explode, the instructor lightly held his fist and said, "If you really fight, you won't gain anything."

"What? I'm afraid he's a brat?"

"You touch your neck first." The instructor said.

"My neck..." Brunhan wanted to say what's wrong with his neck, but he stretched out his hand to touch it, but there was nothing.

"Wait!" Buluhan lowered his head and saw the gold necklace studded with precious stones fall to the ground.

Inside his thick neck was a big gold chain as thick as a thumb, with so many rubies and sapphires inlaid on it that they could blind people's eyes. This is the wealth he bought back with his life.

Right now the big gold chain was broken into three pieces, Brunhan picked it up and saw that there was an oblique cut on the broken part, like being cut by a sharp knife, but there was no knife around.

"Wooden sword?" Buluhan suddenly remembered that Yan was holding a rough wooden sword in his hand, but when he left, his hands were empty.

Could it be that I have a bad memory?

The instructor squatted down and carefully picked up the debris of the wooden stake. He wanted to pick up the broken wooden sword from the ground, but he couldn't pick up anything except a few small pieces of wood.

Brunhan was so angry that he didn't pay attention to it just now, but the coach hid aside and saw it clearly.

When Bu Luhan rushed towards Yan but hit the wooden post with his palm by mistake, the sword energy in Yan's hand rose sharply, like a cylinder burning stone paint, bursting out with a burst of strength that soared into the sky instantly!

It's just that the sword energy came and disappeared quickly, but the wooden sword was shattered in the blink of an eye.

The powdery dregs were mixed with the wooden stake that Bulhan had crushed and exploded. Everyone was afraid of the ruthless Bruhan, and no one noticed how the wooden sword in Yan's hand disappeared.

The instructor also wiped his sweat-soaked eyes to see clearly what was going on.

The sword energy of the wooden sword crossed Brunhan's thick neck, cut off his golden chain, and even sparked.Naturally, the wooden sword couldn't hold back the violent sword energy. When the golden chain fell to the ground, the wooden sword was also smashed to pieces.

Yan's movements were too fast, and Buluhan only focused on venting his anger with the wooden stake, completely unaware that his neck had already rolled back and forth on the "knife edge".

Yan didn't kill him, probably because of Bruhan's unresponsiveness, even though he lost his temper, he couldn't see the power of that sword.

"Brulhan, you are too strong!" Hua Peacock rushed forward, tearing up with excitement, "Look, you broke such a thick gold chain."

The instructor was taken aback when he heard the words, and thought to himself: "One thing more is worse than one thing less", so he threw away the broken pieces of the wooden sword in his hand.

"If it wasn't for that kid running fast, I could have smashed his head!" Although Bruhan was suspicious in his heart, he felt that he had exerted his strength, but it was not the case, but the onlookers all applauded and called him Powerful.

"Bruhan...my hero!" The peacock hooked on Buluhan's arm, rubbing Hua's crying face against it repeatedly. At this moment, Buluhan also became emotional, and walked away with his arms around the peacock's waist. up.

"What are you all doing standing there like wooden piles?! Go back to practicing swords!" The coach shouted harshly, and everyone started to move.

Looking at their poor swordsmanship, the instructor thought to himself: "Now that such a master has come, he is still a stranger, and the days to come will not be peaceful."

After Yan left the sword practice field, he went back to his residence.

The new beast fighters lived in the smallest and worst tents, which at first glance might have been mistaken for a refugee camp.

Six rickety tents formed a circle, and in the open space in the middle, several drying racks were pulled by tree trunks and hemp ropes. On the left side of the drying racks was a stone reservoir. The pool was deep and the walls were covered with moss.

This water is all accumulated from rainwater, so a lot of sediment has settled at the bottom, and the color of the water is also yellow-green and turbid, not clear.

The beast fighters who live here use this water for drinking, cooking and bathing. Only beast fighters like Buluhan can receive the clear and sweet spring.

Yan knelt by the pool, pulled up the bucket that was sinking at the bottom of the pool, and poured it over his head.

"It's a pity..." Hearing the sound of rushing water in his ears, Yan thought to himself that he could almost kill Buluhan.

Rather than saying that the wooden sword could not withstand the sword energy, it would be better to say that his internal strength had not yet recovered, and only half of his internal strength could not instantly cut through Buluhan's neck.

As long as Brunhan's head is gone, he will no longer be able to open those dirty eyes and look at him greedily.

Every time Yan meets Bu Luhan, his whole body feels uncomfortable, as if there are bugs crawling on his skin. Yan hates bugs the most, because the emperor's brother is afraid of bugs, especially big caterpillars.

Thinking of Brother Huang unconsciously, Yan couldn't help being dazed, and clearly warned himself repeatedly, don't think about it all the time, especially in this filthy place, I always feel that Brother Huang's beauty is desecrated.

Yan was distracted, and the sand from the bottom of the bucket was also poured on his head. Originally, he just wanted to wash away the sweat, but now it's done, his head is full of sand.

Yan put down the bucket, and loosened the bun on the top of his head, which was tied with a piece of earthen cloth. He didn't want to use the emperor's brother's hairpin for fear of getting it dirty.

A head of long black satin-like hair hung down by the pool, and Yan knelt on one knee, combing the gravel-mixed hair with his fingers.

I don't know if it's because of being soaked, but his hair and skin are shining in the sun, like the light reflected by gemstones.

A gust of wind from nowhere gently caressed Yan's face, leaving a scent of flowers in his nose.

"Flowers?" Yan was stunned, there was only an unidentifiable stench here, it might be carrion, it might be animal dung, or it might be the feces of beast fighters.You can't smell a trace of clear air, let alone the obvious fragrance of flowers.

Is it Magnolia?Or lotus?This fragrance is dense, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March, and it seems to be absent.

Yan followed the aroma and looked up, in front of the drying rack covered with old sheets and clothes, stood a burly and magnificent man, with his arms folded, chewing a piece of dry wheat straw in his mouth.

Yan couldn't see his face clearly, because he was wearing a black cloak, the shadow of the brim of the hat covered most of his face, and under the cloak was black clothes and pants.The blackness from head to toe made him look like a vulture waiting for an opportunity.

Such a gloomy man has a rich and fragrant fragrance, just like sticking flowers in cow dung, it is really out of tune.

"Did your arm hurt?" When Yan was thinking about the man's identity, the man spoke first.

His voice was neither low nor high, much duller than his attire.

Yan lowered his head and saw that the gauze strap wrapped around his left shoulder had slipped off, revealing the crimson witch sparrow tire pattern.

"It's none of your business." Yan rewrapped the bandage on his left arm, and it was difficult to bind it with one hand. The man spat out the hay in his mouth and walked towards Yan.

Yan was secretly on guard, watching the man walk in front of him, and even squatted down, the eyes of the two were at the same level, Yan finally saw what the man looked like.