In the dog Rong, Shah, Mitu, and Fei Hong are the three major tribes, each tribe has a population of no less than 200,000, and the people on horseback are all soldiers, and there are 100,000 soldiers in each tribe, if they are all mobilized, a small number of women and children go out, and the tribe can gather 180,000 soldiers. If the three major tribes are destroyed, the dog Rong will be scattered, and there will be no deterrent effect on the Zhou State, and the Zhou State will be able to manage Zhou Yuan with peace of mind, and he will be able to practice with peace of mind for a period of time.

"Master Mo, please stop, we didn't agree to the monks and the mundane fighting, we came in strict accordance with the rules, monks to monks, mundane to mundane. Mitu shouted stiffly.

He is gambling, gambling on Mo Wentian to abide by the rules, after all, it was Shah who first proposed it, and now the Shah Department has suffered serious losses, and the entire camp is really dusty, they didn't expect that the monk's blow would be so earth-shattering, Shah died, and Mitu did not hesitate to let Shah top the tank.

Mo Wentian's war horse had already reached a hundred paces away from Mitu, and Mitu was not a monk. Mo Wentian said lightly: "Shah is the king of Darong, can't he represent the entire dog Rong?"

"Master Mo, I am also the king of Darong. Mi Tu wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, he bet right, Mo Wentian is a great teacher of a country, and the bottom line is very clear.

"Why are there so many Darong kings, isn't this chaotic, this one doesn't count, that one doesn't count, how can this battle be fought? You fight yours and I fight mine, I tell you, when the time comes, I will be stupid and can't tell the difference, I will use the most beneficial for us to fight, you do a good job and give me a clear answer. Give it to me tomorrow at noon, and all the tribal leaders must sign it. ”

"Okay, let's call a general assembly of all the Rong kings at once. ”

"Oh yes, put up all your royal flags, sign them in the way, according to the agreement, if you don't sign them, let's say something else. ”

"Okay, we will give a satisfactory answer to the national teacher before tomorrow afternoon. Mi Tu immediately bowed his hand with the Central Plains etiquette.

Mo Wentian snorted, but did not return the salute, and turned the horse's head and was about to leave.

"Great Master, since you're here, let's just go, let's have fun. Suddenly, a yin and yang voice came.

"What are you!" Mo Wen didn't reply, and shouted to the ghost guard, "Children, let's go." ”

"Yes, Master!"

"It's never too late to leave the head behind. The man chuckled.

"Li Vazhen, don't be like this!" Mitu was taken aback and hurriedly shouted.

"What are you, and you want to order me?"

Li Fa carried the Xuanwang Blade, and slashed towards the ghost guard with one move, he wanted to attack the east and west, and the strength shown by Mo Wentian was in the early stage of the Martial King, and Mo Wentian's full force just now had been exhausted. If Mo Wentian rescued these children, he happened to change his tricks halfway through, kill Mo Wentian, kill Mo Wentian, and he would gain fame and fortune.

Mo Wentian jumped up from his horse, and when he turned around, he cut out of the water. On this occasion, any reasonable person will leave a way back, don't ask if the heavenly body has been through a hundred battles, will he not understand this truth? The yin and yang qi of the wind attribute of the wind vein is used up, it does not mean that the yin and yang qi of the water vein is used up.

The broken water chop is the first to learn from the eight slashes of the King of Xuanwang in Mo Wentian, and it is also the most proficient, one is drawn out, there is no trace, Li Fa is only the peak of the bronze armor martial king, a hermitage, the foundation is not solid, the Xuanwang blade is a heavenly weapon bought from Fushan, and the weapon he forged and refined himself, so he naturally knows where the weakness of the weapon is,

Mo Wentian's blade cut off Li Fan's Xuanwang blade without hindrance, his head flew into the sky, and his treacherous and complacent expression was forever frozen on his face.

"Mitu, it seems that your words are useless. Mo Wentian lightly landed on the war horse, looked at Mi Tu and said lightly.

"National teacher, please forgive me, Li Fa is an outlier, we didn't invite him to come, he himself came halfway, and he set his own price, you know, our tribe can't afford to provoke a bronze armor warrior peak. Mitu's cold sweat immediately flowed down.

"Seeing that these retreats are indeed hidden dangers, they should be cleaned up. Mo Wentian said, I don't know when it became a big bow in his hand.

"Master Mo, we were all invited by the leader of Mitu. The other cultivators hurriedly said.

"There is no moral bottom line in the hermitage, there is no big clan to provide resources, the basic skills are not solid, the good and the bad are uneven, such a person, the king of Darong had better not provoke, a hermit cultivation of the Martial King realm, the generals of your tribe can be easily killed, but you don't want to try. ”

Mo Wentian said lightly, turned around and left, no one dared to stop him, Mi Tu kept his head down and saluted, he didn't dare to look at it, and the guide listened to Mo Wentian's horse's hooves and walked away, only then he straightened up, his eyes rolled straight, gloomy and uncertain. Mo Wentian's words gave him a new idea.

Mo Wentian rode back on a horse in a dashing manner, there was a cheer on the city wall, Mo Wentian's domineering and chic was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, especially those people, who usually looked at Mo Wentian amiable and had no temper, looking at the weak and dashing and dignified son, I didn't expect it to be so fierce, even if I killed Ji Feng, in front of the King of Dogs, I forced the King of Dogs to bow his head, what kind of domineering was that.

The gates slowly closed, and Mitu let out a sigh of relief. At this time, Fei Hong rode over on horseback.

"Mitu, what's going on?"

"The national division of the Zhou State led the war department to break into the camp, and Shah was in a hurry and attacked their team with monks. ”

"Confused, their national teacher is Mo Zhenren, Mo Zhenren has a high reputation in Monan, and he is already on a par with the divine master of Fushan Divine Master Peak, kill him, and we will have a hard time in the future. Fei Hong said.

"Kill him?hahaha, you think too much, Mo Zhenren may not be as powerful as the Divine Master Alchemy Refining Weapon of the Divine Master Peak, but the cultivation is not low, at least the cultivation of the military general, Shah is dead, and the Shah Department is also choked enough, Mo Zhenren slashed the camp of the Shah Department with one sword, and just cut our big trouble Li Fa with a knife. Let's go and see how many people are still alive in the Shah Department, and then let's have a meeting of King Rong, Mo Zhenren put forward some conditions, I agreed, let's see if others agree. ”

"Let's go and see first, Shah, an old thing, the pace of looking for death is still quite fast, and the Shah department is going to be chaotic again. ”

"But isn't it, a big leader is killed in battle, and the elders of the Shah Department are not crazy?"

"What if they're crazy, cowards, the higher their cultivation, the less daring they are, and they dare to come to Zhou Yuan?"

The Shah tribe was in dust, many people were lying on the ground and wailing, Mo Wentian did not kill him, the leaders were killed, and the ordinary tribes were only injured. There is no longer the ability to fight.

"Give them a happy place, it's cold, although there is time to heal them. Fei Hong said.

"It's fine. This is the best mercy to them. Mitu nodded.

The two of them said that the killing was fresh and refined, just to annex these soldiers, and the Shah Department did not have a leader, but the war horses were rich in materials, and the guards were divided in an instant, and even the soldiers were divided, and each tribe got some, and naturally the two tribes of Fei Hong and Mitu got ninety percent, and they immediately became strong and strong.

All the Dog Rong Kings took the opportunity to get together, and Mi Tu and Fei Hong sat in the first place, side by side.

"King Darong, what's going on?" someone asked.

"It's a big deal, we're in a dilemma now, Shah made a bold attempt, that is, the monk participated in the mortal fight. ”

"This is a good thing, if Zhou Guo agrees, we will quickly take Zhou Guo and return to the grassland. A tribal leader said.

"You're right, their national teacher agreed. Then the Shah Department was gone, the Shah was dead, the leaders of the Shah Department were all dead, and the soldiers you accepted were the result of the slashing of the national teacher of the Zhou State, which was terrible, and I saw the horror of the monks with my own eyes. ”

"How is this possible, the monk battle is not so terrifying, I have seen the monk fight, and that's it. A medium-sized tribal leader said.

"You think I'm lying?"

"Don't dare. ”

"Don't you dare or not?"

"King Da Rong forgive, isn't it, but I feel too incredible. ”

"You may not know, and I don't blame you, the national teacher of the Zhou State is the famous Mo Zhenren of Monan. I didn't expect that his medical skills were so high, and his cultivation was still so high. With a knife, the sky and the earth changed color, and the bombless Hu Li Fa we met attacked him and was killed by him lightly. ”

"Could it be that Mo Zhenren is really a real person?"

"No, he said that we were deceived by the hermitage, the hermit seems to be a high cultivation, but it is very vain, the ordinary refined general, can kill the hermit martial king, so I plan to ......"

"It's all up to King Da Rong. When the people heard this, Shi Li said.

"Okay, this matter is settled, let's talk about Mo Guoshi's requirements, in fact, what he said is very simple, that is, melee or monk to monk, mortal spirit to mortal spirit, I think you know it in your hearts.

The battle of mortal spirits, we are not afraid of them, they are only a few people, how many of us, Ji Yan of Zhou is not an ordinary person, he is an ambitious person, if Zhou is strong, the threat to us is too great, now it is the best way to destroy it, that is, it can't be destroyed, and they can't let them gain a foothold in Zhou Yuan, they practice farming, after the national strength is sufficient, it will expand outward, it is impossible to go south, the south is the territory of the Shang Emperor, the surrounding communist state, the secret country, It is also unlikely that Ziguo and Rui will obey the leadership of Zhongwuzhou, so there is only us.

In the past few months, his family has experienced that this is only a war department of 40,000 or 50,000 people, and more than 100 of our tribes have been wiped out along the way, if they have a firm foothold, the consequences are unimaginable, and we will migrate north, it will be bitter, so for the sake of future generations, we have to fight for our lives. ”

"But their monks seem to be very powerful. ”

"It's just Mo Guoshi, if we start a mortal war, he has to stand aside, he can command on the side, but he can't fight in person, besides, so many of our monks can't entangle him? Mitu laughed and said, "In this case, what else is Zhou Guo?"

"King Da Rong Gao Jian!" said the leaders of the other large and small tribes.

"So what are you waiting for, let's start signing a treaty to restrict the monks, and set up the clan emblem and battle banner as he asks, so that their monks will not attack us. Of course, those who do not agree can not sign, and there is no need to set up the clan emblem and battle flag. ”

"Whoever doesn't sign it is not a sand pen. ”

The treaty was signed quickly, and after it was signed, Mitu put it away, and then all the leaders ate and drank together, and discussed some offensive and defensive cooperation, and the sky darkened.

The darkness enveloped the entire Zhou Yuan, and the sound of fighting came from the camp of the dog Rong, and one by one the hermits fell, blood stained the ground, and only a few fierce hermits escaped.