Walking out was an old man, leaning over, his right hand raised as high as possible, and it could be seen that just this action had made the old man very tired.

The corners of Kansha's mouth cracked, and he unabashedly mocked the strong and powerful sand bandit leaders present.

[A strong sand snake, but it is not as good as an old immortal who has stepped into the coffin on half a leg. 】

"My Prince. The old man walked to Kansha's feet and saluted him respectfully again.

Kansha waved his hand: "You don't have to be formal, just think directly." It's a snake nest, and there aren't so many rules. ”

The old man struggled to stand up straight, "Your Majesty, the great things we have to do are obviously not something that can be accomplished in one go. And our enemy can't just be a region of the imperial capital. Even if we lay down the scale capital, when the desert and the imperial capital are not stable, we are taken advantage of by other regions, and we are making wedding dresses for others. ”

"I know all of you," Kansha looked at the old man, and he was still counting on some useful advice from the old man, but the old man's speech disappointed him a little: "So we want an alliance?

"One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and the rainforest thinks the same as ours, even if an alliance is reached temporarily, it will not be able to avoid the end of mutual crusade in the end. The plateau, on the other hand, is rich in horses due to its altitude, and the men on the plateau are stronger than those in other regions. If you can form an alliance with the plateau...... Great things can be done. ”

"If you conquer it, won't you have independent thoughts on the plateau?" After all, people are creatures that live by desire, and once they do something, they often have even more crazy ideas.

The old man shook his head: "No, although they are strong, they are not very good at brains. As long as they maneuver around, they are still just a group of natives herding horses. Big deal, give their horses a bigger pasture. ”

Kora shook her head. [Since when did the people in the desert become so conceited?]

"One more thing," the old man's eyes were fixed on Kansha, and the old cloudy eyes suddenly burst into fine light, "If you really want to twist the desert into a rope and systematically manage these powerless thugs, maybe you don't need so many leaders." ”

Looking at the light in the old man's eyes, Kansha suddenly laughed.

[Now there are finally people willing to talk about business]

But the leaders in the audience couldn't sit still, where did this old immortal come from?

"What are you!" a tattooed leader stood up slapping the table. The funny thing is that the sudden loud noise startled many people, but the old man was unmoved, like a lonely boat fluttering in a storm.

"Either disband the team and form an army of all the sand snakes, with the leaders left behind to be the captains, or...... Kill these leaders, Liwei, and then elect a new captain, and then systematically manage these sand snakes. The old man didn't look back, still looking at Kansha with burning eyes.

"You don't die again!" The tattooed face was ignored, and he only felt that a stream of blood rushed to his spiritual cover, and he was about to end up immediately.

In fact, the tattooed face is not the only one who is angered by the old man, these leaders came to Kansha with the mentality of talking about cooperation, and some of the Rao teams are not even large. But now the old man wants to break up their ranks, and the power is under the full authority of Kansha.

Who is used to being the [boss], who would want to suddenly be a [brother]?

"Sit down. Kansha also didn't look at the tattooed face, he had the power to ignore the other party, he had the power to ignore the other party.

Kansha was not loud and did not even show much majesty. However, with the living advertisement of the halberd sand brother outside, these invincible leaders should have already learned the methods of the current prince. The tattooed face was flushed, and he couldn't sit or sit, and finally he snorted coldly and sat back in his place. However, his eyes were still fixed on the old man, like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey to enter its attack range.

"How many people did you bring with you to see me this time?" Kansha was also quite interested, what was the origin of this sand snake that was about to die of old age.

"On my own," the old man said bluntly.

The tattooed face sitting not far away couldn't help but sneer, walked to the old man's side, and looked directly at Kansha: "Prince, I came this time with eight hundred Rao troops, each of which is an elite assassin, and there are two hundred sand snakes among them. Under this conquest, I am willing to be your right-hand man!"

A team that roams the desert all year round can have 800 people, which is already a very large scale, not to mention that he still has 200 sand snakes under his command. And this tattooed man is not so well-known, it is clear that he is very low-key and belongs to the type of muffled and wealthy people.

......Kansha looked at the tattooed face with confidence, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Do you know what's going on now?" Kansha looked at the tattooed face, "If you both come out of this door alive, you won't have to wait until dawn, and one of you will die outside." But I don't mind if you solve the problem right now, anyway, there is not a lot of blood shed in this hall. ”

As Kansha expected, the old man had already made a move before the words fell. He turned his head, aimed at the neck of the tattooed face, and blew a poisonous needle out of his mouth. The poison needle sank into the neck of the tattooed face, and before the tattooed face could make a surprised expression, the body had already softened, and it didn't take long for it to turn into a pool of blood, and the entire hall was filled with the stench of highly corrosive toxins.

The audience was awe-inspiring.

When the tattooed face stood up for the first time, if Kansha hadn't stopped him, he might have died long ago.

Kansha laughed and stood up and clapped his hands, this old bone still has the means to kill, and ...... Extremely cruel.

"King, now I have a team of eight hundred rao, and there are two hundred sand snakes among them. The old man bowed slightly, and this time he did not continue to look at Kansha, but lowered his head.

"With your qualifications, you can become a king yourself. Kansha admired from the bottom of his heart, admiring his enemies, but it was also a noble virtue.

"I'm too old," the old man shook his head, but he didn't deny Kansha's words: "It's only the one who sees through the world...... It's too late...... I want to be a prime minister right now, to be able to assist the people I think can be kings. ”