Walking at the front of the team is the Tong family's team, Tong Minghai, the general who is in charge of the military and political power of the Fenglan Kingdom, is dressed in black armor, he has a resolute face, and he rides an incomparably powerful cloud-stepping beast to the front.

Behind him was the most elite pro-soldier guard of the Tong Mansion, only four hundred people, but everywhere he passed, the aura of slaughter emanating from it shocked the people around him.

Anyone who understands knows that those are the most battle-hardened, murderous Predators, and symbols of the elite of the Tong family.

Behind the Tong family was Prime Minister Lin Wenxuan's Lin Mansion, and the team was also huge.

After the Lin Mansion, it is the Li family, which is known for its strong financial resources, on the huge main car, a luxurious palace as high as three floors was erected, under the traction of six giant beasts, the momentum came, and the team that followed, it was even more servant like a cloud, and there were many guards, worthy of being the first family in the famous Fenglan country, rich and rivaling the country, it is said that half of the economic lifeline of Fenglan is now in the hands of the Li family.

These three families are the true rulers of the Fenglan Kingdom now.

Behind them, in the center of the procession was a gorgeous chariot, and Yan Guiyi sat alone in the car.

The intersection between the two countries is the most decent, even if he is just a puppet monarch, he must give enough face today.

This chariot is huge, like a moving palace, Yan Guiyi sits in it empty, through the car window, looking around the front and back, but there is no half of the real person who belongs to him, Yan Guiyi's heart is full of taste, he feels that here, he is a doll at the mercy of others.

Suddenly, no one in the marching team noticed that a bamboo tube made of bamboo knots suddenly flew from the woods on the side of the road, the bamboo tube was very small, silently crossed the top of people's heads, accurately passed through the car window, threw into the car, and landed at Yan Guiyi's feet.

He was startled at first, but immediately understood, quickly grabbed the bamboo tube, held it tightly in his hand, looked around the car vigilantly, and found that no one was paying attention, so he carefully took out a note from the bamboo tube, and carefully read every word on it.

"You said that the little monarch is only six or seven years old, can he handle this kind of scene?"

Behind a mountain rock in the woods, Li Ya stared at the huge marching procession and asked quietly, she was from a small place, and she had never seen the posture of the nobles of the royal city, and she was a little surprised by the mighty and headless team in front of her.

In Qinghe County, the city lord Xue Wansong is the biggest person, but compared to them, it is simply a small thing, and Mao is not counted.

It's hard to imagine that the protagonist of this huge team is just a six or seven-year-old child, the current monarch of Fenglan Kingdom.

"Whether he can or not, he must be able to do it, only in this way can he live!" Su Junbao looked at the team and only replied.

Li Ya looked at him, I don't know why in his voice, as if hearing a long-term memory, full of sadness and helplessness, what has this man experienced? She didn't know that Su Junbao had survived like this.

He can do it, he believes that Yan Guiyi can too, this child's mind is much more shy and tenacious than he usually shows.

The spring hunting ceremony will last for more than a month, until the snow completely melts will not leave, and now the weather has just begun to warm, saying that it is spring, but there are still remnants of winter snow everywhere on the ground, only when the real spring flowers bloom, it is a rare season in the northern region to start sowing.

Now, Zichuan Guo's team arrived before them. On the grassy grass on the outskirts of Manshen Mountain, a series of twenty or thirty miles of luxurious tents have been built to provide temporary residences for those wealthy families, showing that their aristocratic class should have a luxurious pomp.

The arrival of the team of Fenglan Country, and the entry of each family force into the field, attracted bursts of cheers and exclamations, and those young people were even more energetic, wanting to better show themselves among their peers.

There were cheers outside, Yan Guiyi didn't care about this, he carefully tore up the note, uncovered the carpet, stuffed it into the gap under the car, and then carefully observed the rolling forest sea outside.

This was Yan Guiyi's first time coming to Barbarian God Mountain, and this forest sea was even more vast and vast than he imagined, and this was exactly what he wanted.

The eldest brother wants to be here and get rid of the three families, so that their Fenglan Kingdom will be peaceful from now on, and he will not be held hostage forever.

Prime Minister Lin Wenxuan's chariot was the closest to the monarch, and he occasionally looked through the car window, and then withdrew his gaze, like the other two, they had long since stopped taking this little monarch to heart.

Yan Guiyi was able to seize the throne, which surprised these powerful ministers, but since he took office for more than half a month, there has been no movement, and his actions are all resigned, and their vigilance has gradually relaxed.

What other tricks can a little kid play? Sooner or later, it's a dead man.

The team stopped, Yan Guiyi got out of the car, and he had already seen a majestic-looking mature man standing there under the canopy in front of him, and behind him were countless powerful and powerful people, thinking that it should be Wu Zimu, the monarch of Zichuan Kingdom!

The general Tong Minghai beckoned forward, but Wu Zimu only nodded symbolically and ignored the other party! He is the king, the other party is the minister, the two countries intersect, and the first conversation with him should naturally be the king, as for Tong Minghai. has an official at the same level under Wu Zimu to return the salute, and the rules are like this, no one refuses to surrender their status.

The attitude of snubbing made Tong Minghai, who had always been confident, feel humiliated, but he had no choice but to have a cold face, and his fists in iron armor were clenched, which strengthened some thoughts in his heart, he would have to sit on the throne sooner or later, not under the throne, and he couldn't wait for this day.

Wu Zimu ignored Tong Minghai and only stared at Yan Guiyi.

"Nephew, you're late!"

Wu Zimu said enthusiastically, he and Yan Guiyi's father are peers, and it is reasonable to call him a virtuous nephew!

It was the first time for Yan Guiyi to deal with such an occasion, he just stood there stupidly and remained silent, looking at Prime Minister Lin Wenxuan for help.

"The road is far away, this is the first time that our Majesty has gone out since he ascended the throne, naturally everything has to be arranged properly, and there is more preparation, so it is too late, and I hope that all of you in Zichuan Country will have a lot of Haihan!" Lin Wenxuan said forward.

"I see!"

Wu Zimu didn't look at him, and looked at Yan Guiyi again, he was just a temptation.

The child in front of him looked a little restrained and overwhelmed, obviously very unsuitable for such an occasion, and even a little silly, no different from other children of the same age.

He doesn't throw off the good faces of the three major families, it is also a kind of temptation, so that they can understand their identities before they can do things next.