From the look of that eighth-order sword soul, Lu Chengfeng already understood their attitude.

Needless to say, if you ask them for something, these people will definitely not help. Even, it's good to be able to not take the initiative to pull back your legs. If you want to use them for things, you have to have a little special skill.

In this regard, Lu Chengfeng has already prepared.

After standing silently for a while, letting them gradually calm down from the previous anger, Lu Chengfeng spoke over there: "Hey, I don't care what you think, the top priority now is to complete peace talks with the Bantu clan." This is not only my task, but also your task. Well done, everyone is good. If something goes wrong, I'm a scattered person who has nothing to worry about, and it's a big deal not to want this indifferent title. But what about you? Can you be as free as I am?"

His words were like pouring cold water on Hu Yuanshan and the black-armored guards.

The previous anger is still there, but the interests of reality make them have to think about something more. It is not difficult to choose whether to act rashly, or to take a breath and keep the current consistent interests.

It's just that a rational decision is one thing, but the resistance and hostility in their hearts still make them have no answer.

Seeing that they used silence to make useless opposition, Lu Chengfeng smiled and knew that he had become. He was no longer bored, but beckoned to Han Yu next to him, and turned around and left first.

Looking at the seemingly defenseless back, Hu Yuanshan hesitated and struggled in his heart for a while, and the fingers on the hilt of the sword were repeatedly released and clenched twice, and finally he snorted coldly and gave up the idea of sneak attack. He spoke to the Lord's Fellowship of the Mission, glanced at the Blackarmoured Guards, and strode after him.

"Count you have the ability, this account, let's calculate it later!"

When he was side by side with Lu Chengfeng, the sword soul whispered such a sentence, and then quickened his pace to overtake.

These words should be regarded as a threat, and they are still from an eighth-order sword soul. It's a pity that Lu Chengfeng didn't have any fear at all, let alone be angry. The hostile envoys of his pleasure opened the way in front, and he and Han Yu were dozens of meters behind, following unhurriedly.

When the snowstorm that had been stopped for a long time became heavier again, they climbed over the cliff in front of them and entered the range of the Bantu striker's station.

In such bad weather, whether it is the golden-winged thunder eagle of Lu Chengfeng or the peculiar ice bird of the Bantu people, the field of vision has been seriously affected. However, the Bantu people were looking forward to Lu Chengfeng's arrival, so they had already sent people to wait far away. Finding that Lu Chengfeng and the Imperial Mission had returned, as early as a mile away, the high-ranking members of the Bantu tribe braved the wind and snow to welcome them.

Because the general tone has been set, this time, the attitude of the Bantu people towards Lu Chengfeng is quite friendly.

"Welcome Imperial Envoy"

Orka, who had a grim face, showed a rare smile, hugged Lu Chengfeng, and let them into the station. Of course, they did not forget to assemble the more than 1,000 Bantu soldiers in the temporary camp, and deliberately arranged those big-shouldered and round-waisted Toulouses at the front, which could be regarded as a small dismount for the mission.

Hu Yuanshan was mentally prepared for the superficial friendliness of these Bantu people, but there was alienation and distrust inside. Even if he intentionally or unintentionally released his aura as an eighth-order master, the people of Toulouse who passed by still showed a provocative look intentionally or unintentionally. But when Lu Chengfeng passed by, the Bantu people were not very hostile, but somewhat respectful.

Obviously, in the past few days, Lu Chengfeng has successively overturned Qiser and Ba with his sixth-order strength, and it has spread among the Bantu clan.

Of course, Hu Yuanshan didn't know this, so he was very puzzled by this kind of differential treatment. He is an eighth-order, and he doesn't have a sixth-order who is valued. These hateful aliens are really visionless!

Although he knew in his heart that this was probably not the case, that unpleasant emotion still made Sword Soul comfort himself like this in his heart.

It was still the central tent, as the nominal envoy, Lu Chengfeng gave a brief introduction to both sides, and then the two sides sat down and began formal negotiations.

Seeing Lu Chengfeng's look when he came back, the top management of Bantu knew that things were fine. But with the mentality of what if, Renault began to be the first to ask for verification. But what surprised them was that before Lu Chengfeng could speak, the sword soul Hu Yuanshan couldn't wait to stand up and said: "The empire agrees to Bantu's conditions in principle, and the first batch of food and emergency relief materials has set off and will be delivered in the near future." ”

"That's great. ”

Renault said this, but then he turned his head and exchanged glances with Orka and Tumon, and the three tribal leaders all saw the strangeness inside. After saying a few words of thanks, Renault coughed dryly and said tentatively on behalf of the others: "In that case, the purpose of your envoys is to further discuss with our clan." Naturally, our people welcome this. I don't know, which of you is in charge?"

"This ......"

The sword soul was a little embarrassed by Renault's question, and he also realized at this time that he was in a bit of a hurry to steal the limelight just now, which aroused the suspicion of the Bantu people. After hesitating for a moment, he glanced at Lu Chengfeng, and finally said reluctantly: "The mission is dominated by Earl Lu." ”

"I see. ”

Renaud nodded, but a thought flashed in his heart: there is discord within the Imperial Mission!

Although it was not clear what Lu Chengfeng had to do with this sword soul, since this contradiction had been put on the table, it proved that their problem should be quite serious. Perhaps, the Bantu can take advantage of this to make a fuss and let them tear each other down?

At the thought of this possibility, Renault's and Orca's eyes lit up.

At this time, the three of them were not in a hurry to talk. They bowed their heads and discussed a few times, then turned their heads and said with a smile: "Visitors from the empire, it is really hard to come from afar in the wind and snow. Since the empire and our people are sincere, there is no rush in negotiations. We have prepared a fresh mare's milk wine and a feast, please go and enjoy it first, and then we will talk after a night's rest. ”

With that, they stood up and signaled, not giving the mission a chance to object.

Seeing the response of the Bantu people, Lu Chengfeng didn't understand their thoughts. He glanced at Hu Yuanshan, who was a little annoyed, and shrugged his shoulders, and left the big tent first.

Although he tossed it well, he was the least anxious of these people anyway! Because he didn't like Bantu's diet very much, Lu Chengfeng only ate some casually and returned to the igloo arranged for him. Sitting cross-legged in front of the table, he took out four meat, two vegetables and six dishes from the space ring, and then put two more dishes on the table, but he didn't eat it immediately, but waited calmly. Calculate the time, Renault and they should come too, right?