I rely on collecting five blessings to cultivate immortality

Chapter 203 Be careful to be beaten to death!
Ren Zhen picked up shit among the horses for a few days, and after a few days, Ren Zhen paid back most of it.It's just that he would be pointed at and laughed at by the prairie people from time to time. He learned simple prairie dialect from the maid, and gradually understood the nickname given to him by the people - Shit Picker.

The maid would bring him dried meat and roasted pieces of meat every day, and he would get up to practice in the dead of night. The spiritual energy in the small world was much stronger than that in the heavenly court, which surprised him a little. The average level of people is so low.

The injuries in Ren Zhen's body are almost healed, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian Qi Palace is abundant, and he will be able to attack the Five Marks Golden Pill in the near future.He was going to leave this sterile grassland and go to a relatively well-informed place to inquire about the whereabouts of his companions.

Early in the morning, Ren Zhen was called up by his maid to do some work. When he came to the paddock where he usually picked up shit, the horses disappeared. The men in the prairie moved in logs one after another, and set up high platforms and flagpoles.

While arranging the colorful flags in his hand, Ren Zhen frowned and tried to understand other people's arguments, but he was at a loss.The sun had just risen, and the paddock had been decorated to look like a grand event. Several stands were set up, and the Qi practitioners in the tribe drew a large circle in the center of the paddock, which looked like a racetrack for horse racing.

The maid ran over and took Ren Zhen away from the team of workers and brought her to a large white tent to stand with a group of servants.Ren Zhen stroked the tent's felt curiously, unable to tell what kind of animal fur it was. The maid gave Ren Zhen a cold look, and he immediately retracted his hand.

After a while, the felt door of the tent was lifted, and Princess Wu Mo'er came out, wearing a smart black horse robe, her wrists and ankles were tightly tied, and the jewelry on her black braids was missing. She looked like she was going to fight with someone.

"Princess! You have to wear that double-breasted skirt!" The maid ran to the princess and whispered anxiously.

"No, that skirt will get in the way." Wu Mo'er straightened her cuffs and said indifferently.

"Princess, you can't play!" The maid stamped her feet anxiously.

Ren Zhen remembered the martial arts competition mentioned by King Khan, and it turned out to be today.

"I am the one who is getting married, why can't I get in?" Wu Mo'er twisted her ankle and studied whether the riding boots fit her feet.

"You are not allowed to go." King Khan arrived at an unknown time, wearing a white felt robe, with a serious face and hands behind his back.

Wu Mo'er suddenly fell silent, looking at her uncle gloomyly.The servants stepped aside one after another, lowering their heads and not daring to look up.

"Do you think I don't know what you're going to do? If you do it, you'll beat that brat from the Tonglu Department to the bum!" King Khan yelled. "This martial arts competition is just a formality! You are not allowed to make trouble for me!"

"We can win without uniting with the Bronze Deer, sister, she..." Wu Mo'er lowered her head and was interrupted by a sharp voice.

"Your sister won't come back!" King Khan blushed and roared with all his strength, "She didn't come back when your father died! If you don't marry the Bronze Deer, you will be a slave of the Golden Eagle!"

Although Ren Zhen couldn't understand what the two were arguing about, seeing Wu Mo'er's unwilling eyes, he could guess the general idea.

"Go back and change my clothes!" King Khan waved his arms violently as the veins on his neck were exposed. "go!"

Wu Mo'er stared at the angry uncle, bit her lip with silver teeth, turned tremblingly and walked back to the tent.

King Khan did not leave, and seemed to intend to confirm with his own eyes that Wu Mo'er had changed her clothes. He glanced at Ren Zhen, who had a dull expression, and said in Central Plains dialect: "You step in for her."

"Me?" Ren Zhen doubted, pointing at himself.

King Khan nodded and said: "As Wu Mo'er's designated warrior, you will face Tuotuka, the prince of the Bronze Deer Tribe, in the final round. Surrender quickly when the time comes. Tuotuka is at the seventh level of Qi training, so be careful not to be Killing him adds a bonus."

Ren Zhen shrugged noncommittally.

The cavalry came from all directions, and when the figures were the shortest, the martial arts competition began.Ren Zhen was arranged to stand beside Wu Mo'er, still wearing a wooden mask, silently enduring the scorching sun.Wu Mo'er replaced the black horse robe with a fluffy gauze skirt, and leaned on the chair, resting her chin in boredom.

Through the mask, Ren Zhen watched the grassland players compete one by one. Very few people had reached the fifth level of Qi training.This made him very confused. After practicing in the small world for a few days, he felt that the spiritual energy here was extremely strong.Moreover, the spiritual energy released by these players is actually pure spiritual power at the level of Tianlinggen!Even with such a good talent in Heaven, where spiritual energy is relatively thin, breaking through the golden elixir can be said to be a piece of cake.

Ren Zhen was confused and felt that there was something hidden in this small world...

Soon, Ren Zhen discovered the prince of the Bronze Deer Department called Totuka. His domineering expression and luxurious robes were very eye-catching. The strength of the seventh level of Qi training almost crushed the audience. Few opponents could survive in his hands. Two strokes.

"Next!" Totuka scratched his nose lightly, shouted domineeringly around, and secretly glanced at Wu Mo'er in the auditorium.

"Fool! If I can play, I will definitely beat him to the ground!" Wu Mo'er rolled her eyes and said fiercely.

Ren Zhen understood the word 'fool' and laughed softly, thinking that this princess is quite cute.

"You're even more stupid than him! You're still laughing!" Wu Mo'er said angrily in Central Plains dialect, "Surrender quickly, and be careful not to be beaten to death!"

Ren Zhen couldn't help laughing even louder.

Tuo Tuka noticed that Wu Mo'er was somewhat intimate with the masked Ren Zhen, the smile on his face froze immediately, and he went to face the next opponent with a sad face.

He stared at the prairie man who stepped into the paddock, judging from the aura exuding from his body, he had at least the fifth level of Qi training.

"Please give me more advice!" The prairie man cupped his hands honestly, a little happy to be able to compete with the prince of the Tonglu Department.

Totuka didn't talk nonsense, and rushed straight to the opponent, punching the opponent's chest.

Although the opponent's hands had already reacted, Totuka easily broke through the opponent's block and knocked him out of the field with one punch.

"Oh? Is this the Giant Deer Fist of the Tonglu family?" Wu Moer narrowed her eyes and looked at Tuotuka who slowly retracted his fist.

Ren Zhen also rubbed his chin with great interest. The aura flow of this boxing method is very rough, almost no different from releasing spiritual power directly. Could it be that the reason why people in this small world are not strong is because they don't have good fighting methods and exercises?This can explain why all of them are heavenly spirit roots, and the heaven and earth aura is so strong, but it is difficult to break through even the golden core.

Totuka rubbed his retracted fist, walked back to the stands amidst cheers, and asked eagerly, "What is the identity of the warrior appointed by Wu Mo'er?"

A soldier bowed his head and said, "According to Ulan Ba, he is just a Central Plains slave."

Totuka nodded thoughtfully, looking at Ren Zhen with a hint of sternness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)