In the dense southern wilderness forest, a large river several miles wide shuttles through the forest, and the yellow river water rushes and roars, like a yellow ribbon on the earth.

The river roared and roared, constantly crashing against the shore.

On the shore there are tributaries that run down the forest and reach into the forest like claws.

Along the tributary river into the deep forest, gradually, houses appeared next to the tributary.

The Sanluo with blond, brown hair and blue, golden eyes appears.

The further you go into the forest, the more Sanluo people there are.

In the depths of the forest, a city emerges.

Countless Sanluo people live in it.

The houses inhabited by the Sanluo people here are either wooden or thatched huts.

Only in the middle there is a palace made of bricks and stones, a gray-white palace.

From a distance, it looks like a round plate clasped on the ground.

This is the royal court of the Sanluo people.

The palace is where the royal court hub is located.

Yu Ling and Min Fan came to the main hall.

The interior decoration is similar to the outside, not as delicate and exquisite as humans.

There is roughness in every part of the place, and the stones that are built up seem to be pasted with mud at will, and there is no beauty in it.

Yu Ling looked at the gray walls around him, feeling the oppression coming from his surroundings.

The spiritual power in the body is like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest ripple.

A body's strength will be weakened by at least thirty percent here.

Despite this, Yu Ling not only was not afraid, but had some strange expressions.

Looking at the gray Xun's magic stones around her, a blue figure appeared in her mind.

That guy is here, I'm afraid I'm not going to be dizzy.

Min Fan, who was beside Yu Ling, also had a similar expression.

"You two are so bold!"

The Sanglu people on both sides of the main hall were sitting or standing, their eyes were full of anger, staring at Yu Ling and Min Fan.

Especially Min Fan, the eyes of the Sanglu people are eager to swallow it alive.

Min Fan is used to this kind of gaze.

For him, he had become a traitor in the eyes of his people.

His face was expressionless, calmly accepting the gaze of his people who wanted to swallow him alive.

Everything is for the sake of their own people.

The Sanluo people are also hierarchical, they are not the same tribe, and if they are annexed by others, they will be inferior and even become slaves.

As for the royal family, they have always been high above and never care about the lives of those below.

With the status of the royal family, they constantly ask for the following to pay, pay, and pay.

When Min Fan arrived, he bowed to a tall man above.

"King Luo!"

Anza, now the king of the Sanlo people.

Sitting on it, several steps high allows him to look down on it, full of coercion.

"Min Fan, you are so bold!!"

Someone next to him suddenly shouted angrily.

Everyone stared at Min Fan angrily, "Min Fan, have you forgotten your own identity?" ”

"Get on your knees!"

Bowing to the hands is the kind of ugly behavior that the Sanglu people see as claiming to be a holy human being, and the real Sanluo people are to kneel down and salute.

In the face of duty, Min Fan was not shocked, he had already stood on the opposite side of the royal court, and the faces of both sides were almost torn.

Coming here is just for a one-and-done solution.

Min Fan's attitude is very tough, and he doesn't even think about it when he kneels.

Yu Ling said coldly, "You group of defeated generals also dare to shout, kneel, are you worthy?" ”

The cold words deeply stung the self-esteem of many Sanluo people.

Someone roared, "Hubris, do you think this is still your place?" ”

"This is the royal court, a place that you saints will never be able to conquer."

Sang Luo showed his killing intent nakedly, as if he was going to rush up and kill them at any time.

Someone stood up and challenged, "Come on, let me teach you how good you are." ”

"Min Fan, if you're a man, fight with me!"

"Talk to me about a battle in the way of the Sanluo people, don't use the methods of the Holy Clansmen."

The Sangluo people are not stupid, if they really fight the spiritual power spell, they have little chance of winning.

If there were no spiritual power spells, even the Holy Clansmen would not necessarily be their opponents.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more tense, King Luo had not spoken, and Anza spoke slowly.

With a cold snort, a powerful majesty spread.

His gaze fell on Yu Ling and Min Fan, and the powerful pressure fell.

Many of the Sanluo people in the main hall trembled in their hearts, but at the same time they were excited.

Anza's strength is at its peak, exuding strength from the inside out.

Yu Ling also felt the pressure, and at the same time secretly confirmed that Anza's strength was at least in the refining period.

Anza spoke slowly, "I didn't expect you to be able to get to this point even if your blood is not pure. ”

"Many of your people are inferior to you."

What Anza said is the truth, according to the way the Sangluo people improve their strength, it is enough for Min Fan to be able to reach a similar infancy stage of the human race in this life.

The current strength of Min Fan has reached the stage of transformation into a god, and there are even faint signs of breakthrough.

Regarding Luo Wang Anza's words, Min Fan was full of emotion in his heart.

He was able to get to this point thanks to the exercises given by Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing taught him the exercises of Tiangongmen, coupled with the great changes in heaven and earth, it was easy to cultivate, and he got the pole of the master, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

The strong strength made him more confident, he didn't have to run around, defeated countless tribes, annexed them, and his strength was already able to wrestle with the royal court.

In the past, I couldn't even think about it.

Wang Ting also felt great pressure, so he tried to solve it through negotiation.

Facing King Luo, Min Fan suppressed the tension in his heart and said his conditions.

The royal court recognized his present territory, recognized his rule over the tribe, and Min Fan recognized the authority of the royal court.

In the final analysis, Min Fan didn't want to completely tear his face with the royal court.

This war was not provoked by his tribe at the beginning, it was others who provoked it first, and his tribe had to fight back.

The last shot is out of control, and the current situation is developed.

Min Fan's eyes were calm, and his voice was low, "King Luo, what do you think about .....?"