I can bless thousands of magical powers.

Amugulung could not escape the beating.

He was whipped twenty times by his father, his buttocks were bruised and bleeding, and he fainted several times.

Normally, a five-year-old child should not be punished so harshly even if he made a mistake.

But the trouble Amuguleng caused this time was too big.

Not only did he secretly take his sister out to watch the fun, but he also showed off the mandarin duck dagger in front of others, which resulted in the covetousness and snatching of the tribal nobles, and almost even implicated his entire family.

If Zhang Yuan hadn't discovered and rescued him in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Therefore, Zhang Yuan did not dissuade anyone from doing the twenty lashes.

Naughty kids should suffer a little!

After understanding the whole story, Zhamuhe made a decisive decision after whipping Amuguleng.

He sold the cattle, sheep and horses he brought with him at a low price in the big market outside the city, and then left with his family in the early hours of the next day, preferring to miss the Segute Conference rather than stay here any longer.

Considering the grassland herdsmen's piety towards the gods, it was not easy for Jamukha to make such a decision.

In fact, Zhang Yuan asked him not to come to Nachoda for pilgrimage again within ten years.

Wait until this matter is completely over.

Zhang Yuan knew very well what kind of crazy actions some children of powerful people would do when they felt they had lost face!
Before leaving, Zhang Yuan called Amuguleng and Asiya to his side.

Because he gave Amugulung a quarter of a healing pill, the little guy's condition improved a lot, and he was no longer in the miserable state of dying as he was yesterday.

But Amuguleng's liveliness and mischief were completely suppressed.

Zhang Yuan rubbed the little guy's head and said, "This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Only by making yourself strong can you truly protect your family."

"do you understand?"

Amuguleng nodded blankly.

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, then put his right index finger and middle finger together to form a sword finger and poked it in the middle of his eyebrows.

Amuguleng's whole body was shocked, his eyes rolled back and he clenched his teeth.

A ball of light suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the martial arts seed that Zhang Yuan implanted into the little guy's soul using a secret method.

Sealed inside are the martial arts skills originating from the Great Yin.

This secret method of extracting the Jiwu Golden Elixir is similar to the Taoist initiation method, and is a quick way of transmitting power.

In the future, as Amugulung's strength increases, the martial arts skills sealed within will gradually be injected into his memory, and eventually he will master them.

In this way, even if Amuguleng has no one to guide him in the future, he can still reach a high level!
As for higher levels, that depends on his own opportunity and luck.

Zhang Yuan also gave Asiya a similar martial arts seed.

Asiya's talent and aptitude are much higher than Amuguleng's, but Zhang Yuan feels that her future martial arts achievements may not surpass her brother by much.

After returning the two unconscious little ones to Zamuhe, Zhang Yuan waved goodbye to this grassland herdsman.

He himself has no intention of leaving for the time being.

As for offending the powerful disciples of the tribe, if Zhang Yuan, who has now become more powerful, is still afraid of trouble, he might as well buy a piece of tofu and hit his head against it to death.

However, in order to avoid implicating Zamuha who had just left, he quietly moved his camp to another place.

But they still operate openly outside the city of Nachoda.

I bought a lot of grassland specialties.

However, when Zhang Yuan returned to the camp with a full load, he found that all the tents around him had disappeared, leaving a large empty space.

Only his own tent was left standing there alone.

Not only that, groups of fully armed warriors appeared nearby. There were even cavalry patrolling the periphery!
A solemn and murderous atmosphere came over him, and cold and indifferent gazes were focused on Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan noticed that all the items he had placed in the tent were thrown out.

Scattered outside the tent.

Although these are common daily necessities.

But such an action is undoubtedly a naked humiliation and contempt!
At this moment, a burly man in iron armor and holding a scimitar walked towards Zhang Yuan.

His footsteps were extremely heavy, and every time he stepped, the ground would vibrate slightly.

Tough, domineering, cold and fierce!
"My name is Daiqin!"

The burly man stood ten steps away from Zhang Yuan, his tiger eyes gleaming with brilliance, and shouted in a deep voice: "Outsider, do you know what mistake you made?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Since the other party likes to put on airs, he doesn't mind being a supporting actor.

"You shouldn't have offended Master Zong En!"

Daiqin replied: "He is the descendant of the grassland eagle and the son blessed by the gods. Whatever he wants, you should kneel on the ground and offer him everything you have!"

This burly man spoke with such brazenness, as if it was a matter of course.

So high and mighty and arrogant!

Zhang Yuan did not get angry, but asked: "What if I say no?"

Daiqin was silent for a moment, then replied: "Then die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole aura surged, like a tiger out of the cage, suddenly bursting out with terrifying momentum.

The next moment, the burly man pounced on Zhang Yuan with lightning speed.

The scimitar in his hand drew a dazzling arc of light through the air, and the brilliant blade light swept towards Zhang Yuan's throat!

Although he did not take Zhang Yuan seriously at all in his words, the grassland master showed his overwhelming pressure as soon as he made a move, and he put all his strength into it without any contempt.

Clang!
In a flash, the sound of metal colliding resounded throughout the venue, and a ball of dazzling light exploded between Daiqin and Zhang Yuan.

The prairie warrior flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and his burly body landed on the grass several dozen steps away in an abnormally twisted posture.

Bang!
The dull impact sound makes people's heart palpitate!

The surrounding tribal warriors had no time to figure out what was happening before they saw their invincible hero lying on the ground like a dead dog.

He is actually unconscious!

And his famous weapon, a scimitar worth a fortune, had been broken into two pieces.

The hilt of the knife was still held in Daiqin's hand, while the other half of the blade flew not far away, with the cut edge being extremely flat.

There was total silence.

The men brought by Daiqin looked at each other, totally at a loss as to what to do!
Suspicion, astonishment, fear...

It appears on everyone's face.

No one expected that Zhang Yuan, an outsider, would be so powerful.

Daiqin couldn't take any of his moves!

How is this played?
"stop!"

Just when the atmosphere was suffocating, a fast horse came galloping over.

The knight on horseback jumped down and landed in front of Zhang Yuan! (End of this chapter)