A man of the "Huomoro" tribe with fiery red hair and a short and stout stature saw his old acquaintance Jiang Nan's 'door', and immediately carried a wine bottle, opened his eyes in a daze, and staggered over.

He slurred and said, "It turned out to be General Chiang...... Hurry up, come and drink a bottle of wine with our little prince of Gurosh, we won't get drunk and go home!"

The "Huomoro" tribesman was already drunk like mud, and after he said this, his feet slipped, and he immediately fell to the ground with a dog gnawing on the mud.

But he was too drunk to feel the pain, and a moment later there was a shocking snoring, and he didn't even know that his knees were bruised.

"This group of people...... It's so undisciplined!"

When Jiang Nan's 'door' saw this scene, he immediately trembled with anger.

If there were such a casual sergeant in the Qingjia Forbidden Army, he would have been furious and punished them harshly with military discipline.

But he can't control this group of people from the "Fire Moro" tribe, and he can't beat them, so he can't do anything about them!

"Commander Chiang, let's go, let's go find their little prince of Gurosh and meet him for a while. ”

Qin Ming's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

If there were people who were familiar with Qin Ming here, they would know that Qin Ming was going to be angry.

In the middle of the ornate tent of the Homoro tribe, Prince Kurosh sat in the middle.

It is rumored that the little prince of the "Huomoro" tribe, Gurosh, has excellent cultivation talent, and at a young age, he has already cultivated the family heirloom holy fire palm method to the tenth level, breaking through the Huadan period, and is very loved by the current Huomoro patriarch.

He is now a cultivator in the middle of Jindan, his short fiery red hair is like a raging bonfire, he has a full face and beard, he is only in his thirties, but he looks like he is fifty or sixty years old.

It is said that the Huomoro tribe is rumored to have the blood of a strange beast flowing in the body, with different talents, and the lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary people, almost most of them can live to the age of one hundred and twenty or thirty years old, and those who have cultivated can be even higher, with the age of Gurosh, it can indeed be regarded as young.

Kurosh lifted a jar and gulped down the liquor inside, then slammed it to the ground and laughed.

"Go get the wine again, let's continue!"

What he was most proud of was not his cultivation talent, but the amount of alcohol he had.

The people of the "Homoro" tribe like to drink, and the brewing skills are naturally very good.

Kurosh's favorite drink is a tribal liquor called "Burning Clouds", which is made from fire-streaked grass and has a strong and spiritual aura, which is extremely intoxicating even for warriors.

It is said that even the innate warriors can only drink one jar of this "Fire Burning Cloud", so this "Fire Burning Cloud" liquor is also called a jar of pour, which can drink more than two altars, and it can be regarded as a large amount among the "Fire Moro" tribe, and will be admired by the Fire Moro people.

But Kurosh had drunk all night, and had drunk eleven or two jars of "Burning Clouds" spirits, and the jars on the ground were smashed everywhere.

The subordinates beside him were all about to reach their limits, and they were all drunk and drunk.

"The little prince is really a good drinker...... The subordinates can't drink anymore!"

An old man next to him had a face like a bitter gourd, and although they didn't drink as fiercely as Gurosh, their alcohol consumption had already reached its limit, and they could barely drink it anymore.

"Garonu, you are a brave general under my account, and you don't even dare to drink a jar of wine with me, are you still a man of our Huomoro tribe?"

Kurosh glanced at the old man named Garonu, and his eyebrows suddenly became angry, and he slapped the case, and shook the cup on the table.

"No, little prince...... Subordinates, subordinates will drink!"

This "Burning Cloud" liquor has great stamina, and if this jar of liquor is drunk, I'm afraid Garonu will have to sleep all day today.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the entrance of the 'door'.

The guards at the outer 'gate' seemed to ask, but after a while, only a muffled snort was heard, and the guards outside suddenly stopped moving.

A young man walked in with a general in blue and blue armor, and his brows furrowed as he looked at the messy scene in the big tent.

At this moment, Garonu suddenly came to the 'spirit' spirit, put down the wine jar, and shouted brightly: "Who is here, why did you trespass on the tent of the king of Huomoro!"

"I'm Jiang Nan's 'Gate', the commander of the Qingjia Forbidden Army, don't you know me anymore?"

Jiang Nan's 'door' frowned and said.

Only then did Garonu remember, this person seemed to be a little familiar, he seemed to have dealt with this Jiang Nan 'Gate' a few days ago, and at that time he had laughed at him for relying too much on Qingjia, and he would not fight at all.

"It turns out that you are a defeated man!"

Garonu laughed and said indifferently: "What, you came again today, is it possible that you still want to do it with me?"

Jiang Nan's 'door' face was slightly red, if it weren't for the blue 'color' mask to block it, I am afraid that someone would have seen his embarrassment.

He snorted coldly and said, "I don't care about my grievances with your 'private' people today, let me ask you, according to the holy decree, you should have started forging armor ten days ago, why are you still having fun every day, 'spending' all day drinking, and not taking the agreement to heart at all?"

"Grandpa, what can you do with me? I only listen to the orders of the little prince Gurosh, what do you care about me? If you don't accept it, the two of you will go up together, and I will take it all!"

Garonu laughed, unimpressed.

The "Huo Moro" clan was recovered by Fang Qingxue, and only Fang Qingxue was convinced, if it was Fang Qingxue who was in power now, they would still cooperate a little.

But now the emperor of the Dawu Dynasty is Fang Fulu, and Fang Qingxue's death is very strange, so this "Huo Moluo" clan is suddenly a little restless.

Even if Fang Fulu issued a holy decree and asked them to cooperate with the Qingjia Forbidden Army to forge a new Qingjia, they were also 'yin' and yang, and they were very uncooperative, and they dragged on all the way, and they were also very negative after arriving.

Moreover, Garonu has the cultivation of the late stage of Huadan, a sledgehammer is very good, and he is a famous warrior among the "Huomoro" tribe, and only a few days ago he broke the formation of Qingjia with this sledgehammer and defeated Jiang Nan's 'gate'.

He is even more arrogant in front of Jiang Nan's 'gate' now, and he doesn't take Jiang Nan's 'gate', the commander of the Qingjia forbidden army, in his eyes at all.

As for the young man next to Jiang Nan's 'door', he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Qin Ming's cultivation was introverted and young, and he looked very weak in him, he only thought it was Jiang Nan's personal guard, and he didn't even look at it.

"Bold!"

Jiang Nan's 'door' was suddenly furious, his skills were not as good as others, and it was just enough to be humiliated twice by this Garonu, but he even scolded Qin Ming, so he couldn't help but be angry.

Qin Ming is the Yousheng True Monarch of the Dawu Dynasty, and in terms of status, he is even more noble than Fang Fulu, how can he allow him to be easily insulted?

He took a step forward and was about to draw his sword against this Garonu, but at this moment, Qin Ming suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.

Jiang Nan's 'door' found that a gentle force gently and firmly pushed him back, and he had no power to resist at all, so he could only return to his original position, and the score was exactly right, very 'fine'.

"Your name is Garonu, and you are a warrior of the Homoro tribe?"

Qin Ming's face was indifferent, he took a step forward and asked.

"Yes, who are you?"

That Garonu didn't take Qin Ming seriously, and smiled contemptuously: "Even the commander of your Qingjia Forbidden Army was defeated at my hands, do you still want to bring humiliation on yourself?"

After speaking, he grabbed a sea bowl in front of him and splashed the wine inside, which suddenly burst into flames, like a huge fireball, and smashed towards Qin Ming.

Although this blow seems simple, but it hides a mystery, all the people of the Huomoro tribe are masters of playing with fire, and he used the method of "" the holy fire in the Huomoro tribe, as long as it is burned by this fire, it will immediately ignite the whole body.

And this flame is very vicious, as long as it is ignited, it cannot be extinguished even if it rolls on the ground, even if it jumps into the water, it can continue to burn for about half an hour.

Ordinary martial artists were burned by this, and they had to lie on the 'bed' for ten days and half a month before they could get up.

But Qin Ming snorted coldly, and he didn't see any movement from him, and a silver light immediately flashed in the air.

I saw that the flame seemed to be blocked by something, and it stopped strangely, and then it was instantly changed by a force, and flew backwards at a faster speed than when it came.

"What's going on!"

Garonu was frightened, and most of the wine suddenly woke up.

He hurriedly took out his sledgehammer, brought up a fiery red 'color' of light, and smashed it into the flame, with a whirring sound, trying to smash the flame.

But Qin Ming's cultivation was much stronger than him, although it was just a casual blow, it contained incomparably mysterious power.

The flames suddenly diverged, like a monster with a bloody mouth open, avoiding Garonu's sledgehammer and biting Karonu, engulfing his body in the raging flames.

"Ah......h

Garonu let out a scream, and he hurriedly pinched his spell to extinguish the flames on his body.

However, he was shocked to find that his spell seemed to have failed, and it had no effect at all.

There was a hot pain on his body, he couldn't hold on any longer, he broke through the tarpaulin of the big tent and rushed towards the river, looking extremely embarrassed, where was the arrogance just now?

"Your Excellency's good means, is it the rescuer invited by Jiang Nan's 'gate'?"

Gurosh sat upright on the top, watching coldly as Garonu was burned by his own flames, and fled in disarray.

But in his opinion, Qin Ming was just a small trick, and he could do it himself, and he was even more annoyed that Garonu was too light of the enemy and lost the face of the "Fire Moro" tribe.

He had already decided in his heart that when Garonu returned, he would be severely punished, so that he would know the consequences of losing the face of the tribe of "Homora".

It's just that before that, he still has one more thing to do, that is, to teach this kid who dares to violate the majesty of the Huomoro tribe a lesson, so that he can taste the anger of the Huomoro tribe!