Daqin: The Imperial Human Slaughter, the beginning of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu

But looking at the size of the cave and the width of the cave, they can basically guess that there must be a lot of people inside, and the Huns inside are not bad at martial arts.

"Master, be careful..." Startled Salamander reminded.

Yingchen nodded secretly, as a response, holding the long sword and continuing to walk inside, this cave is different from the cave just now, the inside is brighter, it is the kind of natural light, not a bonfire, the more you go inside, It gets warmer inside, like a campfire.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but Yingchen faintly saw some flames, which were the flames of the bonfire, and there was some temperature. He turned his head to look at the two people behind him, and signaled to keep his voice down.

Going further inside, there were faint voices coming from inside, as if they were talking about Shan Yu and King Zuo Xian, but because the echo in the cave was too loud, some voices could not be heard clearly.

But the person who can talk about Shan Yu and Zuo Xianwang should not be a simple person. Yingchen glanced inside and quickened his pace.

Cao Chun and the startled salamander behind them also quickened their pace, but they all walked slowly with their backs against Yingchen.

After walking for a while, the light in front became more and more obvious. Yingchen looked around, and in the deepest part, there were three old men sitting in the shape of a character, with a machete beside each of them. The three of them were all wearing furs, one of them had a scar on his face, and he looked a bit hideous, the other two old men were normal, but their faces were pale and bloodless, like dead bodies.

Yingchen frowned, he could feel the aura of these three old men, these three old guys are definitely masters, at least at the level of grand masters, despite their old age.

Of course, this is just Yingchen's feeling. The Xiongnu don't have such a division of cultivation, but even if there is no such division, Yingchen can feel that these guys' cultivation is not bad.

But he is the Supreme Grand Master, and he is not afraid of these three old things at all. As the saying goes, there is a gap between each level. Although the Grand Master and the Supreme Grand Master are only one level behind, the difference is not a little bit, but a lot , Between masters, often one move can determine the winner, not to mention the difference of one level, so even if these three old guys join forces, they may not necessarily be Yingchen's opponent.

Of course, this is not necessarily the case, the cultivation level depends on the person, and people can manipulate the cultivation level, everyone's potential is unlimited, even if three great masters are not equal to one supreme master, they will not be too embarrassing.

"Who..." The three old men were talking, but someone suddenly noticed the movement and turned to look at the entrance of the cave.

The three pairs of eyes were like eagles and falcons, and the three old men had no flesh on their cheeks, making it even more creepy to look at.

Originally, Yingchen wanted to hear more news, but since he was discovered, there was no need to continue hiding. He turned his head and glanced at the two people behind him, and signaled to go out. Then he strode out of the cave, followed by Cao Chun and the startled salamander.

"Who are you?" Seeing someone coming out of the cave, the three old men couldn't sit still, stood up abruptly, and stared at the person in front of them.

They are all Huns, wearing Huns' clothes. Seeing that they look a little different from their attire, they are a little confused. Let alone whether they can come up, if the Huns come, they must be wearing Huns' clothes clothes.

But the three people in front of them are obviously not wearing the clothes of the Huns, but the clothes of the Daqin people, which directly shows that these people in front of them are all Daqin people.

But how did the people of Daqin come here? Aren’t the Huns and Daqin at war? No matter how powerful Daqin is, it’s impossible to cross the entire grassland and come to Tianshan.

What's more, this Tianshan Mountain is not easy to climb. Only the Huns can come here. Generally, even the common people of the Huns cannot come up. , the Huns have been killed, and these Daqin people in front of them are all masters of martial arts.

The three of them looked at each other, and the old man with the scar on his face took a step forward: "People from Daqin, why did you come to my Tianshan Mountain?"

Yingchen snorted, and said with a smile: "You are much smarter than that guy just now, who just asked me who I am?"

This is indeed the fact that the three old men directly spoke about Daqin people, which means that they have gained insight into Yingchen's identity.

However, they still didn't think of Yingchen's identity until Yingchen claimed to be my son. These three old men were all well-informed people in the Huns, so they naturally knew the meaning of this title.

Only the son of the Daqin royal family can use it, and the man in front of him claims to be my son, then directly explain that this person is the son of the Daqin royal family, but I don’t know who, but these are not important, what can the Daqin son use, since It's the son, he must be doing nothing all day long.

"What are you doing here? Also, how did you get here?" the scarred old man continued to ask.

He could guess that Yingchen's identity was from the royal family, but since he was from the royal family, his martial arts must be mediocre. Why would a prince with mediocre martial arts come to the grassland and Tianshan Mountain? This made him a little confused.

Yingchen smiled: "Just now I praised you for being smart, why are you so stupid now, since my son came to Tianshan, he is naturally here to cut grass and roots."

With a sneer, he pulled out the Qingzhi sword suddenly, pulled out a sword flower in mid-air, and rushed straight towards the three old men.

The startled salamander didn't dare to hesitate when he saw Yingchen moved. He turned around and rushed towards the old man on the left.

Cao Chun rushed towards the old man on the right.

"How courageous..." The old man with the scar was standing in the middle, and Yingchen happened to rush towards him, sneered, drew the scimitar, and went straight up.

He has seen a lot of Central Plains martial arts before, and he still has a good understanding of Central Plains martial arts. In addition, the opponent is still a prince. He is almost full of confidence and can kill the opponent with one blow, but too much self-confidence often becomes conceited.

The scimitar swung in the air, and the old man changed his face a little, because he saw that young face was actually sneering at himself. For so many years, he had never seen anyone who dared to sneer at him, because anyone who dared to sneer at him had already Died under the machete.

But for some reason, when he saw this sneer, he felt a chill in his heart, as if the other party could kill him immediately, and what was more important was the long sword in midair.

The Qingzhi sword in Yingchen's hand was still stained with blood, the blood of the Huns, because he had slaughtered the Huns just now.

Looking at the long sword, the scarred old man felt even colder in his heart, as if the long sword could kill him at any time.