Before dawn, Chu Hat, who had recovered his source qi, tightened his coarse linen cloak and left quietly in the night, he didn't want to entangle too much with this unknown young master and save him trouble.

It was not far from the trip of the Zhao tribe, so Chu Qili did not choose the crazy way of rushing like a few days ago, but his steps were a little faster than usual, and he estimated that he would be able to reach his destination at noon.

The next journey was not as lonely as the previous two days, and on the way, Chu Qili met many people and horses who were also rushing to the Zhao tribe. Some people are in groups of more than a dozen, or even dozens of people, to say the least, in groups of three or two, and it is rare for him to come alone. Even so, Chu Qili still didn't mean to find a few people to partner with at random, and it was more reassuring for him to be alone than a team that was put together temporarily.

Keeping an eye on the surrounding situation, Chu Qili continued to keep his head down and hurry, until a huge boundary monument appeared in front of him at noon. A large "Zhao" character was carved on the boulder several people high, and when he saw this stone stele, Chu Qili also knew that he was about to reach his destination.

After entering the core area of the Zhao tribe's territory, several Zhao clansmen guided the participants to the venue of the competition at intervals. Following the guidance, Chu Qili soon came to a place full of people, and hundreds of people lined up outside a city wall, ready to enter.

Looking at the "long dragon" queue in front of him, Chu Heli frowned and said secretly: "When will this be queued to enter?"

On the other hand, at the other entrance, it was sparsely populated, and the person in charge of registration was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, there was a commotion from far and near, and hundreds of people turned their eyes behind them, watching a few snow-white horses pulling a luxurious white carriage, slowly appearing in everyone's sight.

Chu Qili recognized the other party at a glance as the young master and his party, and the short and fat man drove the carriage to the empty entrance, and woke up the person in charge of registration with a scolding.

The middle-aged man who had just woken up was also a little unhappy, glared at the fat man, gritted his teeth and said, "Bring the invitation!"

"Invitation, what invitation, no place has ever dared to ask my young master for an invitation!" the fat man, who also couldn't afford to lose, retorted sharply.

"If you don't have an invitation from our Zhao tribe, then go to the side and line up! It's not easy for the Heavenly King Lao Tzu to come!" The middle-aged man in charge of entering the venue was unforgiving, so he naturally refused to let them in, and the big men who managed the order behind him took a step forward. On the other side, hundreds of contestants who were still queuing also complained, "Honestly queuing up without an invitation."

The huge momentum of hundreds of people, the fat man who drove the carriage also did not dare to offend the anger of the crowd, and for a while he did not know whether to advance or retreat. Eventually, under pressure, Fat Humpty had no choice but to drive the carriage aside.

"Is this the invitation letter sent by the Zhao tribe?" After waiting in line for a while, Chu Qili suddenly remembered the invitation Zhao Zhi gave him. Giving up the queue, he walked straight to the other side, smiled at the middle-aged man who was dozing off and asked, "Uncle, is this the invitation you said?"

The invitation letter handed out by Chu Geli was neatly written with the word "Chu", and the lower right corner was also stamped with Zhao's seal. The middle-aged man glanced at the word "Chu", and the anger of being disturbed by his sleep disappeared instantly, and his face was full of smiles, "It's a distinguished guest from the Chu tribe, please come in, please come in, thank you for the incident a few days ago." ”

Chu Qili naturally knew what he was talking about, and bowed his head slightly, signaling that he didn't need to mind. Just as Chu Qili was about to enter, a discordant voice came from behind him. The short and fat man said arrogantly: "Why do I say it's so familiar, Tu Baozi, give your invitation to the fat master's envoy." I really don't understand you small tribes, you can't tell who should give an invitation and what should not be given!"

Chu Qili stopped, it seemed that the other party was a little too deceitful and didn't even know it. The contestants standing in the boring queue on the other side found that there was a lively scene to see, and turned their heads to look at the farce that was about to take place in front of them. Seeing that Chu Hatali still didn't dare to reply, the fat man was even more arrogant, and shouted: "Tu Baozi with a cloak, talk about you, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb." If you put on the skin of a human being, you really think you are a person? pariah!"

"You mean this?" Chu Qili turned around, raised the invitation in his hand, took out the remaining invitations, and showed them to him, "I still have a lot of them, if you want you, come and get them!"

The middle-aged man in charge of registration had a gloomy gaze, staring at the fat man not far away, and explained to Chu Heli in a low voice: "Chu Clan's distinguished guest, you don't need to worry, if he dares to make trouble, we will solve it!"

The short and fat man sat in the carriage, and when he saw that the dirt bun dared to provoke, he jumped down after scolding a few words, and went straight to Chu Hat. The middle-aged man in charge of registration waited for an opportunity to move, slapped the table and jumped high, and his sturdy figure was two as tall as the fat man. Chu Qili narrowed his eyes slightly, and said secretly: "Mustard seed high-level, I'm afraid I will suffer." ”

The distance between the two was fleeting, and the middle-aged man picked up the big slap of the pu fan and slapped it hard, and the short and fat man also gathered the source qi and punched each other. The fists touched, and the dust was raised in the loud collision. To everyone's surprise, the stout middle-aged man was punched out by the fat man, and his upside-down body flew like a sack, smashing the table at the registration office.

The dust slowly dispersed, and the figure of the fat man reappeared in everyone's field of vision, and the terrifying aura of the Sumeru Realm couldn't help but make these hundreds of people gasp, secretly sighing that people were not good-looking.

The fat man was even more proud when he saw that he was so deterrent, and glanced at the dirt bun, but found that Chu Qili's gaze fell on the carriage behind him, and his face was surprisingly indifferent, as if he didn't take him seriously. "Boy, don't hand over the invitation yet!" After a loud drink, the short and fat man rushed towards Chu Qili again, and his bloated body burst out as fast as lightning.

And Chu Qili stayed in place as if he was frightened, and continued to stare at the carriage, waiting for the people inside to speak, but he never heard a response.

The fat man's iron fist was close in front of him, and it was already unavoidable. At this time, Chu Hate moved, quite immovable, with an astonishing posture, he instantly pulled out the giant sword from the storage ring and completed the urging, swung it vigorously, and smashed it into the fat man's fist wrapped in source qi.

The lava-like heat instantly melted the source qi that wrapped his fist, and without any defense, the flesh and blood touched the extreme heat, only to make the fat man lose his ability to resist in an instant. The huge force of the non-attack smashed the fat man's body dozens of meters away, and the bloated body cut a long ravine on the ground, stirring up a puff of dust.

Before the dust had dispersed, the short and fat man covered his red palms and let out a ghostly cry like killing pigs. The crowd was in an uproar, but they didn't expect that this seemingly harmless young man would actually take down the powerhouse of the Sumeru realm with one blow.

This time he urged the giant sword to attack, and the source qi in his body was almost swallowed by the whale, but under Chu Qili's control, his body did not collapse. Inserting this pitch-black piece of iron into the soil in front of him and leaning on it, Chu Qili took out a handful of Yun Ling Fruit from the storage ring and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it at will, and quickly replenished the source qi.

The source qi instantly recovered most of it, Chu Qili stared at the white carriage, and asked loudly, "Do you want to continue?"

Only then did a crisp voice come out of the carriage: "No, you have some meaning." ”

The crisp voice said again: "Invitation? I seem to have one too!" Chu Qili only felt a trance in front of him, as if some plain white object flashed in front of him, and along with a letter, he nailed straight into the wall of the Zhao tribe.

Moving his gaze to the city wall, Chu Qili recognized that it should be the belt on the woman's long skirt, but the soft belt was almost half submerged into the hard bluestone city wall. This method made him secretly amazed, how deep does it have to be to do it?

The middle-aged man who was punched to the ground barely got up, took down the letter, opened his mouth wide after just looking at it, knelt on the ground, and said reverently: "Ye Gongzi, please!" Seeing the change in the attitude of the Zhao clan, Chu Qili also noticed that the other party's identity was extraordinary, so he naturally would not make trouble for himself and the Zhao clan, and immediately retreated to the side.

The white horses seemed to have spirituality and spontaneously moved forward, dragging the carriage into the Zhao tribe slowly, and the laughter of men and women came from time to time in the carriage. Seeing his young master leaving, the short and fat man didn't care about holding grudges, and hurriedly followed the carriage into the Zhao tribe together.

Chu Heli lowered his head and asked the middle-aged man kneeling on the side: "Uncle, I don't know if it's convenient to reveal what the identity of Ye Gongzi is?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "People from the Imperial City." ”

Chu Heli said with some guilt: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble." ”

"It's no wonder you, who would have thought that the quality of the people in the imperial city was so low!" the man took a sip, and then said to Chu Hat, "Little brother, my name is Zhao Cong, unknown?" Nodding slightly, he also said respectfully: "Chu Hatli." ”

"You are the one who saved our people, you are really a hero and a young man!" Zhao Cong couldn't stop laughing, "Then I will receive your distinguished guest! As for the conflict just now, you don't have to pay attention to it, those guys in the imperial city have a stinky mouth, but they won't remember this kind of petty grievances." ”