The people around the man also made a loud noise when they heard his agitation.

In a moment, the drum noise among the Kayan people grew louder and louder, and more and more people participated. Some of the people who were usually good friends with Chilehu had begun to approach the venue.

Khan Khan was also a little surprised to see Chile suddenly die under the stone nine arrows. Although he hated Chi Lehu's usual life, he was still a man on the grassland anyway, and when he was defeated by a Central Plains man and died on the spot, his heart was not happy.

When he saw that the situation was a little out of control, he just casually called: "What about Deb, why are the people of his tribe so nonsense, and they don't go down to say a few words?"

But he didn't mean to stop it at all.

Seeing that no one in the stands said anything to stop them, those people became more and more emboldened, and gradually surrounded the field. The mouth is even more shouting about blood debts and blood repayment, revenge and the like.

Shi Jiuao stood in the middle of his face, and sneered. When he saw these people coming around, not only did he not flee, but he stood still.

These steppe people do not keep their promises, which makes people feel contemptible.

Gently stroking the handle of the water jet, there is no timidity.

Seeing that Khan Khan did not speak to stop the crowd, Ye Han Kulin had already guessed Khan Khan's thoughts.

"Great Khan, why don't you order these Kayan people to retreat?"

"This, this Khelehu is hateful, but he died at the hands of a foreigner? No wonder the Kayan are indignant? Naturally, it will arouse discontent, and let them scold a few words! Do you want me to favor a foreigner?...... ＂

"My wise Great Khan, they just fought a life-and-death battle, killing their opponents in the field, that is beyond reproach?"

"But these Kayan people reacted so violently, and Deb didn't know where to go? If I press it strongly, it will inevitably make the Kayan people feel uncomfortable! If so, it's not good...... ＂

The crowd gathered more and more, and almost all the Kayan people present surrounded them.

Chen Shaoan saw that the situation was not right, and was the first to jump off the stands. Rushing towards Shi Jiu, Chu Chongshan followed, and the rest of the caravan guards also rushed off the field.

Shi Jiu shot Nachile to death on the spot, and Helian Thrush was overjoyed when he saw that he had won! Who knew that the group of steppe people was coming to seek revenge? Seeing that the Nakayan people were numerous, they were secretly worried and wanted to go down in a hurry.

But Gu Li Zhuoya held her little hand tightly and didn't let her go down, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed.

With the secret internal force in his hand, his fingers violently broke free of Gu Li Zhuoya's palm. The body swept towards Shi Jiu like a light smoke. I didn't care about being ashamed, and called out in a coquettish voice.

"Brother Shi Jiu, I'm here to help you!"

Gu Li Zhuoya was helpless in her heart, sighed, and followed over. As a result, the two sides suddenly became a faint confrontation with each other.

The number of the Kayan ethnic group is relatively much larger, and it is even more aggressive.

Gesang stood on the sidelines, seeing Shi Jiu's archery skills like a god!

At this time, seeing the Kayan tribe making such a fuss, his face couldn't help but turn red, and he shouted.

"Do you want the people of the Kayan tribe to lose the face of our southern steppe people? Men of the Kunpeng tribe, come with me!"

On weekdays, the Kayan tribe has constantly oppressed the Kunpeng tribe, and the two tribes have already formed a lot of grudges! If it weren't for the wild Han Kulin to restrain them, I don't know how many bloody battles would have occurred between the two tribes?

Even so, the Kunpeng people were already holding back their anger in their hearts! At this time, when they saw someone taking the lead, many Kunpeng people also jumped off the field one after another.

As soon as Gesang led the clansmen into the field, he stood beside Shi Jiu's group and confronted the Kayang people.

Jeda stood in the middle of the two sides and shouted loudly. Helplessly, the noise was noisy, no one listened to him, all the swords were unsheathed, and the swords were unsheathed! One by one, they glared at each other, and they saw that the two sides were about to touch the hair, and a bloody melee broke out.

"Great Khan? If there is a dispute at this time, how will those foreigners view our southern steppe people? This life-and-death battle is not to seek revenge after life and death in the battle! Who does not know this rule? Doesn't the current situation make the foreigners laugh at our steppe people for not keeping their promises? What does our steppe people attach the most importance to? Those who lose their faith will lose the hearts of the people! The Great Khan!?"

Yehan Kulin's face was anxious, and he was desperately trying to persuade Khan Khan to stop this bloody battle that was about to take place.

When Khan Khan saw that Gesang was also rushing into the arena with people, his face sank, and he shouted heavily: "Nonsense! Why did Gesang go down too? Kulin! Let your people come back first!"

"Great Khan?...... ＂

"I see, let your people come back first!"

Khan said impatiently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw that Gu Li Zhuoya was also present.

"My little Zoya, where is it?Quick! Hurry up and help me down, so that they don't let them do anything!Don't hurt my little Zoya?...... Fast...... Blow my horn!"

While waving his fat hands, he struggled to stand up with the support of the chamberlain.

A burly man had already approached the horn made of long horns.

"Whew-"

A desolate trumpet sounded.

There was chaos inside and outside the stadium, but as soon as the horn sounded, the whole stadium immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at the grandstand.

Khan stood on the stage, angry, poking his fingers and scolding.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel...... ＂

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a sound like an eagle in the distance, short and clear, straight through the sky.

A moment later, there was another sound.

The sound of the carving sounded three times! one closer than the other.

From the first sound of the eagle, the old herdsmen listened attentively with solemn expressions, and when they heard the third sound, their faces showed reverence and cheered loudly.

"It's the sound of the saint's cloud flute! It's the flute of the Great Snow Mountain!"

"Someone from the Great Snow Mountain is coming...... ＂

"Really saints...... ＂

The grassland herdsmen outside the field watched in the direction from which the carved flute came, and the elderly man knelt down in that direction. Immediately, I saw these steppe people rolling like waves, and they fell to their knees one by one from the outermost places.

In the distance, three robed men were emerging from the horizon and were walking towards it.

Shi Jiu saw that the three of them were not in a hurry, and their legs didn't seem to be very fast?

However, the three of them took one step, like an illusion, their bodies flashed, and this step was farther than the seventeen or eighteen steps taken by ordinary people. I don't know what kind of martial arts secret method was cast?

Shi Jiu looked like it was somewhat similar to Helian Red Sleeves' secret method.

After a few flickeres, one person in the center could be seen wearing a snow-white robe, and the two on the left and right were wearing cyan robes.

The three of them walked unhurriedly and leisurely.

In just a few breaths, the three of them were almost on the edge of the arena, and they seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact, these few steps seemed to be slow and fast.

When they reached the edge of the arena, the three of them slowed down, and they could even see the faces of the three of them when they looked closely.

Shi Jiu guessed that even if these three people were not high-level martial artists, they were also high-level Yuan Magicians!

In the middle of the white robe was a dying old man, with a withered face and sparse hair.

The old man was skinny and skeletal, and his white robe seemed to be covered by a pair of skeletons.

However, although the old man's thin figure is terrifying, and his complexion is even more yellow and withered, his demeanor is extremely peaceful and peaceful.

People can only see that he is pitifully thin, but his appearance is not terrible, and when he sees the old man's kind eyes, he suddenly feels peaceful in his heart.

On the left is a middle-aged man with low eyebrows and obedient eyes, with an ordinary face and a loyal face.

If he hadn't stood beside the old man, I'm afraid that few people would have noticed his existence, let alone remember his appearance.

On the right, a middle-aged man in his forties had a cold complexion, the corners of his mouth were bent down, and he had a tall nose. Between the opening and closing of those eyes, the essence flickered, and the eyes were cold, looking like no one was close.

Several old herdsmen of the grassland are prostrate at the feet of the old man in white.

While kowtowing, he went to kiss the footprints of the old man in white.

Apparently, no one dared to touch the clothes, hats, shoes and socks of the three people.

Everywhere the three of them went, people knelt and moved their bodies to make way for the three of them.

The three of them came to the center of the field, and the old man in the center walked while gently caressing the head of the steppe man kneeling in front of him.

Some of the grassland people who were caressed by the old man wept with joy, chanting scriptures in a low voice, and kept kissing the footprints on the ground that the old man walked.

Khan had already arrived at this time, and came to the old man panting and knelt down on his knees.

He bowed down with his palms on the ground, and then kissed the shoes that the old man was wearing.

The old man smiled, his face was full of kindness, and he stroked the top of Khan Khan's head with his hand.

After the old man stroked the top of his head, Khan Khan said loudly, "Great Snow Mountain Saint Ancestor, thank you for sending your venerable saint, Master Kema, to the southern steppe. Welcome, you lowly servant!"

"Master Coma traveled in the grassland, and happened to hear that a martial arts competition was held in the southern grassland today, so the teacher came to observe. Khan Khan, please get up first. ＂

The middle-aged man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes spoke in a flat tone.

Khan then got up and stood aside.

Yehan Kulin had been kneeling behind Khan Khan, and he had thought of kneeling to the side with Khan Khan.

But before he could move, a pair of green cloth shoes in a white robe appeared in front of him.

Knowing who the owner of the shoes was, Yehan Kulin not only did not dare to raise his head, but respectfully lowered his head.

A hand as dry as wood touched the top of the head of the wild cool forest. It was the hand of the old man in white, Master Coma.

Master Coma stroked the top of Yehan Kulin's head three times, and recited another verse of incomprehensible meaning in his mouth.

Listening to Master Coma reciting the scriptures, Yehan Kurin excitedly knelt down and kissed the old man's shoes, and kowtowed again and again.

Master Coma stretched out his hand to help him, and Wild Khorin stood up and stood behind Khan Khan.

Yesuda also knelt aside, and saw Master Coma caressing the top of Yehan Kulin's head. But he turned a blind eye to himself, secretly hated in his heart, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

At this time, except for Shi Jiuyi and the others on the field, who had never knelt down, all the grassland people knelt on the ground.

Shi Jiu's group of people still didn't understand what the origin of these three people was? There was such a big pomp and circumstance, and even the Khan Khan had to bow down.