Insufficient balance

  "What a vast view! Hmm, what's that place over there with so much smoke...!"

  If it were Shu Yu'er who called out like that, perhaps it would be a normal appearance. But the one who let out a sharp and fine cheer was actually Little John, which couldn't help but make people suspicious.

  His blond hair had grown a lot, and was now tied back in a bundle like some Westerners, behind his head. Frequent bathing also improved the skin that had been damaged by the outdoors.

  Abdul-Jabbar, who has been absent for the past few days, even laughed at him and said that if he wore a skirt, he would definitely be a beautiful girl.

  Looking at Shu Yu'er, probably because she has been outside for a long time, or perhaps due to the different education she received since childhood, she seems much more dignified.

  Everyone followed Little John's pointing direction and saw a faint gray smoke, destroying the beauty of Huangsha City with its eyes full of flowers and green willows.

  These things were not mysterious to Shu Yu'er at all, she glanced at them lightly.

  "Oh, that's where our Yellow Sand City forges its arms, all the blacksmith shops are there!"

  These things also caught Martin's attention, who had long noticed that the Zhao family's swords were extremely sharp. Especially when he heard that they were the so-called wrought iron weapons, he paid even more attention to these matters.

  Shu Yiner's words made him straighten up and look over there constantly. He called out to his students, wanting to tell them that the place where they were going was what he had been talking about as "industry".

  He shouted a few times without getting any response, but then he found that Zhao Fubo had already "locked eyes" with a young man.

  He was a young Mamluk wearing black "Gondura", with no beard on his face, and he didn't look special. His black eyes were now emitting sharp lights like arrows, staring at Zhao Fubo's gaze.

  "Huh? It's quite strange that this person appeared here. Why did he have such hatred in his eyes when facing Fubo?"

  Compared with Martin, Zhao Fubo's mind is almost zero.

  He saw the thing in a cowhide case beside the young man. He estimated that it was probably a long spear, and as for the big gun, he believed that apart from him, Mu Ke and Wei Zhuo, no one else would be able to use it here.

  "Are you here for the martial arts competition?"

  Zhao Fubo was somewhat puzzled by the hatred in the other's eyes and curiously asked a question.

  That man didn't say a word, but his gaze became even sharper, and his scrutiny of Zhao Fu Bo was also more meticulous. His reaction drew the attention of everyone around Zhao Fu Bo.

  Especially since Muk had already grasped the hilt of his knife, and apart from him, no one else was carrying a weapon. Yet he had instinctively sensed that this Mamuruk was not harboring good intentions.

  "Is that a spear?"

  Zhao Fu Bo asked again, and at the same time, he also faintly felt that this guy in front of him was somewhat off, and it was an extremely not simple kind of off.

  When the other party felt Mu Ke's vigilance and Zhao Fu Bo's suspicion, he withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on a wine jug on the table.

  He was slightly stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt relaxed. Then he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

  He then lowered his head, seemingly somewhat unable to hold his liquor. After a short while, he lifted his head again and surprisingly spoke to Zhao Fubo.

  "Will you participate in the martial arts competition?"

  "Really? I'll be participating in the youth division of the martial arts tournament, how about you?"

  The youth wearing a black Gondola nodded, with some blush on his face forced by the wine.

  "That's good, I'll kill you then, and tell the two little girls by your side not to be too heartbroken!"

  As for the threat, Zhao Fubo wouldn't have minded, but Mouke had already drawn his sword at this time. The sound of the long knife leaving its scabbard did not escape the young man in front of him, and he simply nodded towards Mouke.

  "I know you, you're a celebrity, are you also participating in the martial arts tournament?"

  Normally taciturn, Mu Ke was even less likely to respond now, and didn't even bother nodding, merely giving a slight affirmative blink of his eyes.

  "Are you also a juvenile delinquent? Alright, I don't mind taking care of all of you at once!"

  This blatant declaration of war immediately put Shu Yuer into a state of fury. If it were said in a martial arts competition, she might not have minded, but here she was dissatisfied.

  "Who is this guy, daring to be so arrogant in this desert city!"

  As they spoke, Shu Yu'er walked over to the window.

  As the only daughter of Liu Yuan, she just needs to shout loudly on the third floor, and in a moment, a large number of Zhao family warriors will rush over and get rid of this guy in front of her.

  The Zhao family does not bully the locals, but if for some religious or other reasons, the locals want to cause trouble here. The Zhao family's approach has always been to launch a surprise attack at night, killing everyone in the household without leaving any chickens or dogs behind.

  This is because religious issues here will cause great hatred. If they are not exterminated, the troubles that follow will be endless.

  Not to mention the Zhao family's mansion, even in this entire city of Huangsha, only those Han people with mixed blood are allowed to live. Arabs, or anyone without a special relationship, can't even enter the city gate.

  With the help of the local lord, the Zhao family was able to live a stable life.

  "Yu'er, don't bother!"

  When faced with such a challenge, Zhao Fubo's usual lack of aura would suddenly appear. This aura was even ridiculed by Martin as "turtle aura" (wang ba zhi qi), but unfortunately his joke in this era was really too cold for anyone to understand.

  "This friend, since you want to take our lives at the martial arts conference, then please go ahead. My friends and I will not miss the competition because of this. However, I'd like to give you a piece of advice: don't speak carelessly in Huangsha City. If it weren't for me, you might already be dead!"

  Zhao Fubo's good intentions did not get a response from the other party, and the black-robed Mamluk only gave him a deep look before pulling out a Dirham silver coin and throwing it on the table, then picked up his own thing wrapped in a cowhide bag and went downstairs.

  "Are you confident you can beat him?"

  Martin looked at Zhao Fubo with some surprise, but his surprise was not due to Zhao Fubo's current demeanor. On the contrary, he had told Zhao Fubo before that when it came to one's own enemies, one should use every means possible to eliminate them, and not play at being a knight.

  Zhao Fubo shook his head honestly and calmly, unperturbed by the threat.

  "So you..."

  "I think I'll meet him, this guy is a unique individual. From his eyes, I can tell he's received extremely strict training. Muk, you've had limited practice with the large sword, be careful when the time comes!"

  Now recalling Muk's initial encounter with Abdul Matin, Zhao Fubo began to worry about his safety.

  He doesn't care, and Muk is even less concerned about this man who has nothing to say.

  Up until now, this taciturn guy, apart from being interested in marksmanship, didn't have much else that he cared about. If one had to say there was something, it would probably be Zhao Fubo's life being more important than his own.

  Facing Zhao Fubo's warning, he nonchalantly sheathed his sword and sat down at the table with an air of waiting for the dishes to be served.

  Looking at the back of the black-clad Mamluk, Martin thought with a mixture of puzzlement and tension. He began to suspect that it was a conspiracy by Zhao Xu, the father and son from the western house of the Zhao family mansion.

  With this doubt, his eyes met with Shu Yiner's, and he found that the latter had almost the same idea.

  The two parties are now only concerned about the upcoming big dish, and he has also stopped thinking about discussing this matter, so as not to spoil the atmosphere.

  The fan in his hand shook twice and he started talking about other things.

  The black-clad Mamluk going downstairs was Safowan, the assassin sent by Zhao Wujie to kill Zhao Fubo. This time, because of the dragon-tooth saw, he followed Zhao Wujie's orders to participate in the martial arts competition in Huangsha City and planned to make a deadly move against Zhao Fubo during the competition.

  Today's close encounter gave him a deeper understanding of his future opponent. Although they didn't exchange blows or make contact, he had already drawn a new conclusion.

  "This guy is a tough cookie, but that little Mamruk doesn't count for much!"

  After all, Safo Wan also received the martial arts training of Mamluk cavalry, and based on his understanding of Mamluk cavalry, he weighed out Muk's strength.

  However, when he descended to the floor of Zhao Fubo's riding horse, he had a new evaluation of Zhao Fubo's ability.

  "Isn't this guy the son of that horse king......"

  The flying fire beast downstairs was recognized by him at a glance, especially the flame-like mane that was different from the color of its body, as well as its quite arrogant personality.

  At this moment, the guy is lying down, driving other horses far away from that Lipstick Horse. I really don't know if it's an animal's habit or if it's just a bad egg.

  But these bad habits did not prevent Savoie from knowing that this was a good horse.

  It is well known that a good horse is important for a cavalryman or a knight. A fierce horse like the Flying Fire Heaven Beast may be difficult to tame, but once it has been tamed through its trials, it will become its true master.

  "This wicked horse is still as vicious as it was at Difu Village, I really don't know what method that young man used to tame it!"

  Safuwan cursed in his heart, it can be seen that Zhao Fubo's flying fire beast is notorious in the Difeng Village.

  Cursing in his heart and planning to leave at the same time, a wicked idea suddenly emerged from his mind!

  "I suppose I should take this horse..."

  Sapho's face flushed at the thought. As a Mamluk cavalryman trained in the strictest tradition, he prized fair combat above all else.

  But he still remembered the scene of his brothers' deaths, and gritted his teeth as he walked towards the Flying Fire Heavenly Beast.

  As he walked away, he pulled out his short knife from his body, the sharp blade flashing with fine light in the sunlight.

  What does he plan to do?