"The old man is old, and he can't see such an excellent young man as Murong Chief."

"The boss also appointed himself as the son of heaven, invincible in the middle of the world, and he was also a hero."

"Then I, an outdated hero, will warn you, a young man, I don't know if it's okay?" Zhang Ju looked at the humble Murong clan and said to him with a smile, "People are old, they just like to be verbose." ”

"It's good to be taught by your predecessors."

"Your humble style is very Han style."

"The villain has admired the majesty of the Han Dynasty for a long time, and he naturally has a longing for the kingdom of that dynasty, and he can't wait to live in that fairyland every day, so he naturally studies diligently."

Looking at Murong Clan, who looked like an idiot, Zhang Ju pursed his lips, and silently muttered in his heart, "Pretending to be quite similar." ”

"Chief Murong, have you ever heard of a sentence from the Han people?"

"There are too many words of the Han people, I don't know which one you are talking about?"

"The great Han Ban Dingyuan once said that if you are young, if you are natural, your habits are like nature, I don't know if this is a humble adult, have you heard of it?"

"Sorry, no."

"What this sentence means...."

"I don't want to know what that means, I want to know something else!"

Zhang Ju, who was interrupted, did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, but expressed full curiosity about what Murong wanted to know, "What's the matter, can I help with an old man?" ”

Murong looked at Zhang Ju with a kind face not far away, rushed over with his legs slammed into the horse's belly, pulled out the long knife at his waist with his backhand, and said with a humble look on his face, "I just want to know what Lou Ban's expression will be when he sees your head." ”

Whether it is Xianbei or Wuhuan, it is a good horse breeding ground, as an emerging magnate of Xianbei, and a leader, the war horse under the seat of the Murong clan is naturally a good horse in a thousand miles, the distance between the two is not far away, and it is even more instantaneous, the war knife in his hand slashes obliquely from the bottom to the top, Zhang Ju is too far ahead, and the Wuhuan people behind have no time to rescue, and the humble smile is gradually replaced by a smile.

"Hehe, what an explosive young man." Zhang Ju looked at the Murong clan who rushed to him without the slightest panic, as if he had already looked down on life and death, and stretched out his right hand so gently, and met Murong's long knife with a short blade that appeared in his hand at an unknown time.

"Bang!" Zhang Ju's short knife stopped the long knife that ushered in, making Murong Clan's surprise attack directly miss, and making Murong Clan lose the second chance to kill him, because Zhang Ju's short knife flew out, and Murong's long knife was directly shattered in half.

Looking at the broken blade in his hand, Murong's eyelids jumped, "I have heard for a long time that the boss is extremely rich, but he is a rich man of the lowest rank in the world, and he really has a lot of good things on him." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, people are old, but they're afraid of death, so isn't it to prepare more things for self-defense?" Zhang Ju didn't seem to see the Murong clan who was already close with murderous intent, and he didn't care about the Wuhuan knights and Xianbei people who rushed over.

"You think I can't kill you?"

"Ah, young man, don't always fight and kill, this is not good, it is really not good." Zhang Ju had a compassionate face, as if he was a high-ranking monk from the Western Regions or an old Taoist priest from the land of Hanzhong.

"You were also a god-killing figure, and now you persuade me to let go, don't you feel ashamed?"

"I'm not trying to persuade you to let go, but I'm commanding you to let go." Zhang Ju's face became more and more kind.

"Why?"

"Didn't Uyan tell you that he was once my subordinate?"

As soon as Zhang Ju finished saying this, the shouting of killing suddenly broke out, but the direction of the coming was not behind Zhang Ju, but the Xianbei crowd, and the accompanying killing also appeared in the Xianbei army.

Hundreds of Wuhuan warriors under the command of Wu Yan suddenly drew their swords and slashed at the Xianbei people around them, and the sudden riot made Xianbei's formation suddenly chaotic, and at this time, the Wuhuan guards who had rushed to Zhang Ju's body left a few people to protect Zhang Ju, and the rest also rushed over, making the Xianbei army, which was already in turmoil, even more chaotic, and many people had fallen in a few breaths.

Murong looked back at the chaotic army, "Sure enough, it's the boss, this ability to turn clouds and rain with this hand, the villain really admires it." ”

"Can you put it down?"

"Hehe, hehe" Murong Shi's strange smile appeared on his face here, and after laughing a few times, he didn't say a word, turned around and walked towards his army, not caring at all that the few people behind him would pose a threat to him, nor caring about the battlefield that was already in chaos.

Wu Yan was now in a cold sweat, hiding aside under the protection of several guards, not daring to make any movement at all, for fear that these guards would suddenly give him a knife, which can be described as frightened, knowing that he saw the Murong clan walking towards him.

"Brother Murong, I, I don't know anything, I'm really with you, they... They...."Uyan felt that he couldn't tell now, even if he had a mouth all over his body.

"I know."

"I really don't know.... Well? ... Brother Murong, do you know? Wu Yan panicked and heard the sentence "I know" and felt even more confused.

"These are all damn tricks by Zhang Ju!"

"Yes, yes, yes"

"You follow me, the people around you are not reliable." Murong looked at Wu Yan, who was surrounded by a group, and the words he said did not take into account the feelings of the guards around him at all.

"Well, these are cronies from many years..."

"The one who is slashing and killing my Xianbei warrior is also your cronies for many years!"

"I... I.."

"I won't kill you, I don't care about your life at all, what I care about is the benefits you can bring me, but they, not necessarily." After Murong said this, he turned around and left, no longer wasting a trace of time with Wu Yanduo, a few Xianbei people who tried to flee to his side in the confusion, as soon as they arrived in front of him, they saw a burst of knife light, and then they fell on the grassland, and blood was sprayed on their necks.

"Except for Wuyan, all the Wuhuan people, die!" Wu Yan, who had just gotten rid of his personal guards and rushed to Murong's side, heard such a sentence that made him tremble, and then he saw hundreds of Xianbei people who were just watching from a distance and had not moved, and at the same time pulled out their swords at their waists and rushed to the battlefield, and more than 100 people rushed to the relatives who had guarded him before and started killing.

The stunned Wu Yan yelled at the Murong clan, "Murong Mao! It's just a few hundred people who rebel, why are you..."

"Zhang Ju is still watching! They, all of them, and even you, were once his and that Zhang Chun's subordinate generals, and you dare to say that there is no one with him here? ”

"But, but, I'll wait..."

"Kill them and you'll get the whole Wuhuan! Wuhuan warriors, you can have as many as you want! Murong's words were full of agitation and temptation, making Wu Yan sway, his mind was confused, as if he couldn't hear the screams around him, and when he woke up again, there were few Wuhuan people left standing, and there were more than 1,000 Wuhuan people who fell, some brought by Zhang Ju, and even more under his own command.

Looking at the remnants of his subordinates, their eyes were filled with pleading, puzzled, and even angry, and Wu Yan simply closed his eyes and stopped looking at them.

After the last remaining Wuhuan people also fell, Zhang Ju rode forward slowly, and the kindness and smiles on his face were still so sincere, as if the death of these people had no effect on him at all.

"A young man who does not achieve his goal by unscrupulous means and an old fox who is ruthless when he sees death is really a wonderful cooperation."

After Wu Yan heard Zhang Ju's cynicism, he stopped leaving, turned around and rushed towards Zhang Ju, raised his sword above his head, and scolded angrily, "Zhang Ju! Old thief! Thou art in vain as a son of man! ”

The war knife looked at Zhang Ju, but he changed direction halfway and looked at Zhang Ju's chest, Wuhuan people all know that Zhang Ju has three treasures, the short knife in his palm is indestructible, the soft armor on his body is invulnerable, and the BMW under his crotch travels thousands of miles a day, which is also his reliance on survival for many years, although the floor is defeated now, but in the hearts of Wuhuan people, the names of Zhang Ju and Zhang Chun are still too big, Murong Mao can kill him, but he can't.

The war knife fell on Zhang Ju's chest, and the expected sparks did not appear, but a touch of blood spurted out of Zhang Ju's chest, and the blood swayed, drenching Wu Yan's head and face, making him stunned on the spot.

"Kill my Wuyan, can you still live peacefully with the Wuhuan people? With this handle, will the Xianbei people still let you be the king of Wuhuan as agreed? Zhang Ju looked at Wu Yan, whose face was covered with blood, and said lightly.

"You're hurting me... You're hurting me... You're hurting me! Wu Yan looked at Zhang Ju with a smile on his face, looked at Zhang Ju who had fallen to the ground and was still smiling, as if he had lost his soul, and waited until the two guards who accompanied Zhang Ju to kill themselves with knives before they were like a dream, shouting loudly at Zhang Ju's corpse, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart.

At this time, the floor slab more than 100 miles away looked at the Wuhuan knight kneeling in front of him, looked at the golden silk soft armor in his hand, and looked at it silently, like a stone sculpture, expressionless and silent.

After standing for a long time, Lou Ban had a long mouth, but he couldn't say anything, and finally reached out and picked up the gold silk soft armor, turned around and walked away, and the Wuhuan knight who was kneeling on the ground looked at Lou Ban who left, and did not speak again, took out the war knife from his waist, and walked away.

Lou Ban heard the sound of his body falling to the ground, and stopped, but he didn't look back or say anything, stopped a few breaths, and walked again without any hesitation.

Lou Ban returned to the defeated army, turned over his horse, and then asked his relatives, "Have you ever found out where Tian Yu is now?" ”

"I haven't found out yet, Tian Yu has disappeared since he took away my cattle and sheep."

"I heard that the cattle and sheep were robbed this time, and Kirby Neng also participated?"

"Neng Chenyi said that Kirby could help us protect the cattle and sheep, but he failed, and the two leaders also confirmed the matter."

"It's all a bunch of idiots! Show me where he is now! ”

"Yes, I'll wait until I change my route to find Neng Chendi?"

"Don't go"

"King Lou Ban, where should I go?"

"I heard that uncle... The two people my uncle had been looking for had found them? ”

"Yes, I found it before I left, and I have been imprisoned in the tribe all the time, and I have never been treated badly!"

"Go back to the tribe, I want to see them!"

"Yes!"

"Oh, by the way, what's the name of those two people?"

"One is called Tian Pengzu, and the other is called Fan A"