Sure enough, it was the base camp of the Yan Kingdom, and the crimson Xuanniao totem was coiled on the banner waving in the wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flaming red torches lit up around the ring where the warriors of the two armies competed, and these enthusiastic men marched for a long time in the weedless Gobi Desert, and the boredom of this fight became an entertainment that made them excited.

The Zhou soldiers were brave and ruthless, and the soldiers of the Yan State who re-established the country were naturally unwilling to be left behind.

You come and go, and the shirtless men are fighting hotly. It has become a landscape that attracts the attention of thousands of people in this cold and windy Gobi.

The Xianbei people are bold, and the two clans of Yuwen and Murong are actually needle-to-needle. At first, it was said that it was just a wrestling match between two low-level soldiers, but later it started to raise the bar to see the excitement and constantly attracted the soldiers from both sides, and even brought Yu Wenyong and Murong Chui, who were secretly talking, to sit down, so the small wrestling match became a huge desert training in the twilight.

Zhou Jun is good at hand-to-hand combat, while Yan Guo is naturally good at riding and shooting formations.

The soldiers who came to be interested lit a huge bonfire between the camps of the two countries, simply hammered and drummed and made a big noise, and the soldiers competed in martial arts and barbecued, drank and fisted, and it seemed that there was a grand carnival with the people of the Yan country in this desert.

However, he did not take the Northern Qi and Rouran in his eyes at all, and dared to brazenly show off his might on the border of the two countries。。。。。。

There was such a lively martial arts competition in the barracks, and naturally people's hearts were boiling, and the guards between the various camps also looked around, all wanting to see the excitement over there.

"Have you heard? It is said that in addition to the arrival of the general of the Zhenguo Kingdom, the Great Sima Murong Chui, there is also a mysterious big man in the Yan Kingdom who is here!" the two soldiers exchanged their heads and began to chatter while tiptoeing at the battle in the ring not far away.

"Hey, this big man shouldn't be the new emperor of Yan Kingdom, right?! I'm also surprised, this Murong Chui is the uncle of Emperor Yan You, a famous general who became famous at a young age, this Yan Kingdom can be revived is all his credit, why is he not the emperor, but makes wedding clothes for others?!" The soldier crooked his mouth and smiled, and came to gossip, regardless of the strange behavior of someone wearing a cloak and approaching him from the dark.

"Who knows, the new emperor of the Yan Kingdom is so big! Hiding behind the scenes, he has not yet shown up to meet my Great Zhou Majesty, so that the great Sima Murong will come forward, I think he must be intimidated by the millions of male soldiers of my Great Zhou, and he can't compete with my Emperor His Majesty, so he only dares to hide behind the general of the Zhenguo!" Look, dare to love this new emperor of Yan Kingdom is as timid as a mouse, our Majesty will sit in the arena of the two sides in a big way, and talk and laugh with General Murong Chui, he is good, and there is a team of people around the emperor's tent, he is really afraid that he doesn't dare to move!hahaha!"

The man looked up to the sky and laughed, his finger pointing at a tent not far away, completely facing away from Zi Mo, who was secretly approaching.

Thanks to this brother for showing the way!

Zimo listened to the conversation between the two of them, and suddenly had a plan.

It seems that it is no longer possible to solve this crisis from Yu Wenyong. He still owes the emperor of this Zhou State a life-saving favor, and he can't beat his idea in terms of reason, public or private. Moreover, Yu Wenyong's skills are not below him, the two have competed in Pishan, and His Majesty Zhou Guo, who is a master of all families, is actually better than him in terms of fighting alone. And now that his vitality is depleted, if he really wants to do it, it will probably end up stealing chickens and rice.

After this reminder, Zi Mo suddenly set his goal on the mysterious Yan Guo bigwig.

Murong Chui must have wanted to protect his safety by not letting that person come forward. The patrolling Yan soldiers were very cautious, even if the ring in the center of the venue was lively and cheering, but no one in the pair of pro-soldiers stopped to watch or distracted their energy, such an elite escort, probably the people in the camp were the newly enthroned emperor of Yan State!

As the saying goes, shoot a man before a horse, and capture a thief before a king.

Since he can't move and can't move this Yuwen Yong, then he will not be polite to the emperor of Yan State! As long as the new emperor of Yan State is taken hostage and taken away, he is not afraid that this Murong Chui can still make waves with the Zhou army. As long as Zhou Yan can't be in one place, it will be much easier to break and conquer each other.

Zi Mo secretly looked at the tent full of Xuanniao totems from a distance, and smiled. I know in my heart that I can only start by waiting for the opportunity!

The Yellow Rabbit had just found him tonight and went back to report the news, and he couldn't do it at this moment. First, it is necessary to give the Qi country time to turn around, and secondly, it is also to give yourself room to turn around. If he did it rashly tonight, he was not completely sure in his heart.

Rubbing his temples with his hand, Yu Wenyong was really ruthless this time, and the dizziness rising up the back of his head made him a little unsteady to walk until now. It was really more than the shot in the battle of Bishan that caught him off guard, and he was injured even more!

smiled helplessly, and blamed himself for his bad luck. Zi Mo scratched his hair, and a deafening cheer rang out in the ring.

"Hurry up! What are you doing! We actually lost to those little white faces of the Murong clan! Hurry up and cheer for our soldiers! Aren't you good at wrestling!" A Zhou soldier suddenly came over in the distance, startled Zi Mo, took two steps back and stuck to the edge of the camp tent, which was hidden in the night and not noticed.

"What? Our dignified Zhou warrior actually lost? Hey, his grandmother's, the little white face of the Murong family is not simple!" With one hand on his waist, the soldier shouted as if he was a peerless master, "Who is who?!, does Yan Guo have anything else to fight besides that Murong Chui?!"

"I'll go! You also underestimate the Murong family, Murong Chui is a country Sima Needless to say, their Murong family didn't look at the time when they were beaten so embarrassed by Fu Jian, but it was also because of the bad luck of the country that they had to go out of the city and surrender. If you want to talk about the iron chain horse formation, fortunately, your parents gave birth to you late, otherwise you would be the enemy of this Yan country, then Murong Ke, the number one god general in the world, would be able to use this formation to stir up a small shrimp like you into gravy and stuff your teeth!"

"Ouch, is it really so powerful?!I didn't catch up with the time to watch the Murong clan make a big fuss, when you said this, Rouran, the khan, really picked up a big bargain, caught up with Murong Ke and died, Murong Chui was belittled by the clansmen, and a good country was destroyed by those Rouran people who drank Mao Ru's blood. Think about it, sure enough, there is still a wise and martial monarch like our majesty to control the court, if you are good at fighting for power but have no intention of accommodating a virtuous person as the emperor, the country is not like a country, where is there a home?!"

Zhou Bing sighed with emotion, and as he spoke, he went from sympathizing with the Murong clan to praising his own emperor Yuwen Yongwen Taowu Strategy. Zi Mo secretly listened to the pursed lips and smiled, it seems that His Majesty Yuwen is really a good emperor, from the world's magnates to the small soldiers, they all praise him as if he is a god in the world, the savior of the Great Zhou is alive, as an enemy opponent, Zi Mo felt a little uneasy when he heard it, but as that person's old friend, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved and proud.

"Okay! General Murong is invincible! General Murong is invincible!"

The soldiers were chattering, and the sound of the Yan soldiers shouting and cheering in unison sounded in the ring. The momentum is like a rainbow, it seems that this Zhou Guoren, who has always been brave and ruthless, has met an opponent!

"Okay! The general is mighty!" There was another loud cheer, and the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom raised the weapons in their hands high, setting off a wave of people one after another. A man was thrown from the ring and fell to the sand. The soldiers of the Zhou army surrounded him and helped the man up. I was very surprised by the sound of stumbling head-to-ear discussions.

"Murong Rou is not talented, and he was able to win this warrior of the Zhou Kingdom by luck. I don't know, but there are still people who are not convinced and are willing to come up and give it a try?!" Although it was a little far away, Ke Zimo still clearly heard this person say so much, his voice was clear, and his instrument was lofty.

"Hmph! I am less proud! Li Rui, the deputy general of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, came to ask for advice! I also asked General Murong to give me advice!" One was knocked off the stage, and immediately a Zhou army soldier went to the ring. After all, His Majesty the Emperor of his own family looked aside, and he was beaten by this slender little general Murong and had no power to fight back, but his face was completely disgraced! The soldiers of the Zhou army originally did not take this Murong clan who had once died in the country in their eyes, but they didn't expect that since this beautiful young man entered the ring, he won several games in a row, and then he was dumbfounded, and understood that people should not be good-looking!

"This Murong Rou is really evil, I didn't expect it to be so powerful!"

"What's so strange, he is Murong Chui's son, the tiger father has no dog son, how can he be a general!"

Hearing this familiar voice and the whispers of the soldiers of the Zhou State in his ears, Zi Mo unconsciously went to the ring. The ground was full of soldiers, eager to try, talking to each other or cheering loudly, Zi Mo moved closer, looking at the person in the ring, he couldn't help but stop in the crowd, and looked at it blankly, it was really Murong Rou!

The young man's side face looked a little like a phoenix, but after looking at the silhouette, Zi Mo lowered his head and blew his nose, feeling a little sour.

Murong Rou said that he would definitely let the phoenix be safe, and if something happened to the phoenix, he would take his life to resist. Now that Murong Rou has appeared in front of him again like this, does it mean that this phoenix is also safe?

Too many thoughts and reveries poured out, and Zimo fell into a state of forgetfulness. The endless longing overwhelmed him, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Murong Rou's figure in the ring again. It was as if the soul had flown thousands of miles away, and I wanted to go to the man's side to see if he was okay now。。。。。。

He is the most cold-blooded lover。。。。。。 In this way, he pushed the phoenix so far away from himself。。。。。。

Heart, throbbing.

The vision suddenly blurred in the shouting and cheering of gongs and drums.

Just like that, he was pushed and surrounded by soldiers who flocked from all directions to see the excitement, and he was much closer to the ring.

He just wanted to ask Murong Rou, what about Phoenix, why did he return to Dragon City and never hear from him again.

He looked straight at the young general, full of anticipation, but his heart was the same as the beating of the drum. He's scared。。。。。。

"Hahaha, Rou'er, you can't be too rude, now Zhou Yan and the two countries are friends, if you let this Your Majesty Yuwen be too faceless, it's not good!" In front of the ring, sat Yuwen Yong and a middle-aged military general who was fierce and fierce. Although the man was no longer young, his spirit was extraordinary and awe-inspiring, and the young emperor of the Zhou State sat next to him, but he looked immature.

"Father, the sons and generals of the Zhou State are learning martial arts and meeting friends with martial arts, I believe that His Majesty Yuwen and the soldiers will definitely not blame the sons. Murong Rou smiled slightly and said.

It seems that this person is the famous Sima Murong Chui.