Chapter 26 Qiyan Clan Suffered Sneak Attack
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In those years, the first warrior of the grassland in Nantang was named Cina, who was one of those outstanding people among the younger generation in the Qiyan Clan.
It happened that on the warrior contest of the grassland, Feng Tianyu, one of the four superiors of the younger generation on the Yugu Continent, met with him.
Feng Tianyu traveled around here, and he just attended it for fun.
But Cina, who had taken the crown, saw him and wanted to compete with him.
Feng Tianyu felt excited when watching the contest.
Cina invited him repeatedly. Feng Tianyu refused at first but agreed finally.
The first warrior of the grassland fought with Feng Tianyu, one of the four superiors on the Yugu Continent, making everyone excited.
On the vast grassland full of people, colored flags flew, and the sound of drums was loud.
All of them were cheering for the two superiors.
Feng Tianyu's Flying Dragon Thirty-Six Sticks had been famous in Yugu. Everyone wanted to see it.
Cina, coming from the Qiyan Clan, the King of Grassland, was the pride of the grassland as the first warrior.
On the grassland, he was even more famous than Nangong Yao from the ancient martial arts families of Nantang.
Everybody knew that men from grassland were good at wrestling, horse riding, and archery.
Cina was not only good at wrestling, horse riding, and archery but also skilled in swords.
He had ever had a teacher, a master of swords who was not known to people. He trained a set of violent sword moves of tiger subduing, "Tiger Subduing Eighteen Swords."
There was a saying in all corners of the country, "Tiger Subduing Eighteen Swords; Every Move Making People Aged!"
It meant that people who had seen the moves of the sword skill had already died.
The battle between Flying Dragon Sticks and Tiger Subduing Swords would be unavoidable.
Would Tiger Subduing Eighteen Swords or Flying Dragon Thirty-Six Sticks win?
Everyone waited and saw what would happen.
The two persons stood on the ring and gave a salute to each other. They grasped their weapons without any word and walked forward rapidly, and both of them wanted to get ahead.
But neither of them succeed. They met in the middle of the ring.
They both yelled and then attacked the other party as quickly as a flash.
Cina's moves of the sword skill were forceful and overpowering like a tiger.
His moves were rapid. His arm strength and basic training were great.
Feng Tianyu's moves of the stick skill were skillful and unique as if a snake came and went freely. His attack angle was weird and mysterious, which couldn't be resisted.
Flying Dragon Thirty-Six Sticks deserved its reputation.
The stick and sword flew in the sky, indicating the danger. It was hard to tell the winner.
The contest was soul-stirring and lasted for a long time!
One was heavy, and the other was light; one was violent, and the other was flexible.
Both of them praised each other's skills.
This battle was wonderful, attracting people's attention.
They almost used the unique skill.
Feng Tianyu escaped Cina's violent attack. He also had to use the move of Dragon Flight.
This stick dropped from the sky and was not flexible. It had Feng Tianyu's powerful internal force.
Cina straddled, holding his sword.
But unluckily, his action was slow, and he didn't resist Feng Tianyu's earthshaking stick.
"Bang!" A loud sound came.
Feng Tianyu hit him.
The stick knocked on the top of Cina's skull, blood spreading everywhere.
There would be big trouble.
People got mad, trying to revenge for Cina.
Feng Tianyu was also shocked. He had thought that Cina would escape even though he couldn't resist because of his skillful moves, high speed, and rapid reaction. But he was hit.
Everyone didn't expect that. They were surprised and then became furious.
How could he try his best to contest?
The stick and sword had no brain. People couldn't blame competitors.
But how couldn't they blame?
He was the first warrior of the grassland, who was alive just now!
Did he end like this?
Many people couldn't accept the result.
Some of them cried.
Some short-tempered people rushed to the ring and beat Feng Tianyu.
He didn't resist.
Jiri Gele stopped those people and helped Feng Tianyu out.
But they became enemies from that time.
"It's no wonder that they look at me with hatred. Although it was an accident, this is a life after all, and he is the first superior of the grassland."
Mu Qianmei thought to herself.
The Qiyan Clan without the first warrior declined.
The force was everything in the clan advocating the force.
More than twenty years had passed. There was no more a man like Cina, the first warrior in the Qiyan Clan.
People imputed blame on Feng Tianyu.
They hated Feng Tianyu and wanted to revenge.
But nobody could defeat Feng Tianyu.
Therefore, they planned to take advantage of Mu Qianmei.
They took Mu Qianmei here and threatened Feng Tianyu. Feng Tianyu scrupled, and they might revenge.
But Jiri Gele and Tana opposed this plan.
All of them knew it was an accident.
But the later generations of Cina didn't think so. On the contrary, the longer time went by, the deeper their hatred grew.
The boy and girl who came to Mu Qianmei were Cina's grandson and granddaughter.
People thought that the boy was a talent for practicing moves, and he was very likely to become the first warrior of the grassland.
He was the descendant whom the Qiyan Clan would focus on teaching.
Mu Qianmei was thinking about how to solve the trouble.
But she didn't figure a good solution out.
She needed to know the old guy's opinions and consult him.
At night, it was hard for Mu Qianmei to fall asleep.
She was thinking about the solution over and over again.
But she could find no way out.
Mu Qianmei fell asleep until the deep night.
However, in a few moments, Mu Qianmei woke up due to the sound of a fight.
Mu Qianmei frowned and was going to come out.
Tana ran over and said hurriedly.
"Miss, someone attacked our clan. Follow me! We need to get out of here!"
Her words showed the care and tension.
Mu Qianmei followed Tana and ran out.
The flames lit up the sky.
Troopers were combating fiercely.
The horrifying killing caused many injuries, and blood turned to be a river.
It was another grassland clan, Kelie Clan, which had well prepared. They wore the same clothes and had the normal army and orderly battle array.
The Qiyan Clan didn't prepare at all. They fought in a hurry, and their battle array was in disorder.
It was obvious to tell who was stronger.
Some people in the Qiyan Clan passed away before they could react.
Jiri Gele calmly organized the people to retreat towards the distant place of the grassland.
Suddenly, another team of soldiers came here, and they were killing the people of the Qiyan Clan.
They were miscellaneous troops and looked more likely a g**g from all corners of the country.
The troops were in disorder, but their fighting capacity was superior. Their ability to fight alone was far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.
More people died.
Fortunately, women, old people, and children stood behind the troops, so they weren't in danger.
The killing was rapid. Probably the Qiyan Clan's soldiers would be annihilated in a short time.
Jiri Gele made a prompt decision and issued two commands.
The army branched out into two columns. One was fighting with the enemies, and the other protected the people and retreated by riding horses.
All the horses of the clan were released and rushed to the troops of the enemies, reducing the pressure for the soldiers and making time for the retreated people.
Mu Qianmei stood behind the team, following Tana. She saw the intense battle scene, which was so horrible.
Life was marginal in this battle.
The soldiers of the two parties fell one by one, especially the Qiyan Clan's soldiers were vulnerable, but none of them held back, and they all resisted the attack from the enemies just by their bodies.
The soldiers who were fighting didn't go back, some of them falling.
Time was precious, which was exchanged by the life of soldiers!
Mu Qianmei felt sad. She understood why the military force was so significant in this world.
The weak were the prey of the strong. Only the strong survived.
The Qiyan Clan wouldn't suffer such a disaster if their military force were powerful.
When the team was away from the battlefield, everyone turned back and bowed towards the battlefield, full of tears.
Their sons, husbands, or brothers were fighting on the battlefield.
They wouldn't see them from tonight.
Life was so sad.
They didn't delay and caught up under the leader's commands.
People from the grassland were good at riding horses, so they rode horses rapidly.
Gradually, there was almost no sound of the battlefield.
Mu Qianmei couldn't help them out of such a danger.
She was so powerless.
It was smooth for Mu Qianmei to create the g**g, establish the academy, and found multiple shops, and she had the confidence of controlling everything.
But at this moment, she felt like she was so tiny that she could do nothing, just depending on others' protection.
People felt it was safe, and they were going to find a place to rest.
But at this moment, someone suddenly lighted the torch right forward.
"Ha-Ha! I have expected that you come here. I've been waiting for you for a long time! Jiri Gele, do you remember me?"
An old guy over sixty years old with a long face asked Jiri Gele loudly.
Jiri Gele replied loudly.
"You are the Hierarch Situ, Situ Changxiao, of the Youming Sect! You have been away from the scene for many years. It turns out that you've been hiding in our grassland!"
"We don't have any resentment. Why do you stop us?"
Situ Changxiao said in a loud voice.
"In the battle of the western mountain, you beat me with your unique move, Qiankun One Sword, which I can't forget! Ha-Ha! Today I'm revenging. I wonder whether or not your Qiankun One Sword is as sharp as it in those years!"
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