The Ghost King has always been a royal driver-type person, so it only took a day and a half for Huanyong and Cai'er to come to the Ghost King's tent, and they stood quietly in place, waiting for the report.

I don't know if the guard is the lack of brain or the ghost king's hope that his subordinates will give these messengers a dismount, there is actually an eyeless axe against Huanyong, Cai'er looked at the guard coldly, and a chilling killing intent suddenly filled the entire door tent. The soldier provoked Liangzi, but it was already two trembling forces of fear. Huan Yong instructed: "Cai'er, don't kill people indiscriminately, in case you kill someone with some identity, we won't be so easy to talk about this time." Cai'er waved at the soldier, but remained still. The soldier was just about to say a few words, when he suddenly felt the weight of his hands very light, and when he looked closely, he realized that the axe in his hand was gone. That wasn't the end of it, as with a snap, his helmet and cuirass were neatly split in two, but he didn't see the woman carrying a weapon. Could it be the qi blade that came out of the splitting palm just now? Oh my God, what realm has this martial art reached!?

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, suddenly an urn shouted angrily: "Those two little men are the envoys from Yanguo?" Huan Yong and Cai'er looked in the direction where the voice came from, but it was a huge fat man, holding a half-gnawed pork leg in one hand. Huanyong didn't want to deal with this rammed goods, who knew that this goods saw that the other party didn't answer, thinking that he was scared by his own size. He stepped forward and said, "I have long heard that Yan people are cowardly, and when I saw it today, it was really like this, oops, this girl is so handsome! Do you want to love and love you, and let you know that my red-blooded man is a real man······?" Before the laughter could be withdrawn, Huanyong had already appeared in front of him, stretched out a hand, and wrapped his thumb on his middle finger. The big fat man was startled and asked aloud, "How did you get here?" and what are you going to do······ Ah!!!h

Before the words fell, Huanyong had already made a brain between his eyebrows. It seems to be careless, but the fat man screamed very exaggeratedly, and then his body flew straight backwards, and the two guards wanted to step forward to support the fat man, but they were carried out by the impact, and they were about to hit the flagpole at the door, but they were blocked by a hand. Huanyong noticed that the fat man was standing in the back, and the difference was that the whole body was surrounded by strong muscle groups very beautifully. The fat man yelled and shouted: "Uncle Lu, it's this barbarian of Yanguo who moved me ······" Before he finished speaking, the strong man slapped him and spun around in a circle.

Huan Yong smiled contemptuously and asked, "This is the hospitality etiquette of your Great Red Blood Empire?" The strong man was embarrassed to be said, and replied: "It's Lord Huanyong, right? I'm really sorry, this is our lord Ghost King Aotian's nephew Hato, who was born fat, relying on his big size, and doing nonsense every day, I didn't expect him to come to see the mission, I was offended, please forgive me." Huan Yong smiled again, but this time his smile was a little warmer: "It turns out that there are also generals in the Red Blood Country, dare to ask the general's name?" The man said: "Oh, don't be so polite, I won't be Wen Crepe, I am the first tiger general under the Ghost King's account, Lu Anmin is also! Lord Huan, you beat the nephew of our great emperor, and I have already punished him for his unreasonableness, but I have to ask you for justice." "After seeing Huanyong's snap of his fingers just now, the other soldiers were already frightened and couldn't avoid it, this one actually came up head-on, and it seemed that his strength was quite good. The first tiger general, a little interesting, Huan Yong's hands were a little itchy, and asked: "According to the general's meaning, how to make a decision?" Lu Anmin rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms and said: "One punch determines the victory!" After that, he drew a circle on the ground: "Whoever flies out will lose, I won't bully you, let you wear protective gear!" Huan Yong laughed, and liked this upright tiger general very much in his heart, but as an envoy, he couldn't lose face. Huanyong stood next to the sideline in the circle and said: "Even if you call, I appreciate you and try to save your life." "Lu Anmin was annoyed all of a sudden, such a small man has such a big tone? You must know that my old Lu's punch was not a trouble, he punched Huanyong with the momentum of opening mountains and cracking stones. The surrounding sergeants even heard the howling of the wind, and Huanyong was not in a hurry and punched it. Then he heard a click, and Huanyong was surprised to find that he actually shook twice, and almost took a step back. On the other hand, Lu Anmin insisted on not retreating, but his arm withstood all the impact and broke off. Huanyong regretted it very much, no one noticed that his hand had changed, if it was a ghost hand, he shook his sour arm, his hand returned to its original state, and asked with concern: "Is the general okay? How about we settle a tie?" Lu Anmin sweated profusely, made a gesture to signal Huanyong not to help himself, and forcefully broke the broken arm in the opposite direction, and took it back forcefully, and he actually moved freely! Huanyong was shocked, the Earth and Wood Force! There was such a genius under the Ghost King! Could it be that he was a descendant of the Chiyou clan? Lu Anmin wiped the sweat from the pain on his forehead and said: "It's not a draw, I obviously lost, admire and admire, please follow me to the side tent to rest." After experiencing the scene just now, when Huan Yong and Cai'er walked towards the side tent, no sergeant even dared to look at them, but Lu Anmin led the way in front with a hearty face. Huan Yong tested his words, Lu Anmin didn't know who his ancestors were, but the speed of recovery from injuries since he was a child was amazing, and he himself attributed this to his rice bucket-like food. Along the way, Lu Anmin also admired this legendary figure of Yanguo very much, the etiquette was very thoughtful, and the wine and fruit points were readily available, but Lu Anmin spoke more straightforwardly, but it was even more cute.

Not long after, a military man came to invite the envoy of Yanguo to the big tent to talk about it, where did this military man still have the arrogance and rudeness when he first arrived at the gate, and his legs were shaking when he spoke. Huanyong stood up calmly, bid farewell to Lu Anmin, took Cai'er's hand and followed the little maid to the big tent.

Entering the big tent, the people standing on both sides are different from the wastes who are swinging their legs outside the door, they are all tiger and wolf disciples, and the momentum of the Red Blood Country's martial arts conquest of the world is really pressed down like a dark cloud, but the ghost king himself is not visible. Huanyong seemed to be blind to this pressure, just looked at Cai'er with a smile, and said in a secret voice: "Don't talk to you for a while, even if he is rude to me, you just don't see it, if there are variables, let's kill them together." ”