The inner hall is very quiet, Hualan Ting smelled a faint fragrance after entering, looked left and right, the eight pillars supporting the inner hall turned out to be a person hugging the thickness of agarwood, this wood is extremely valuable, it can be seen that the owner of this room is wealthy.

After Tu Han and his party came in, an old man stood up at the main table, tall, gray-haired, energetic, with a braid on the back of his head, and two old men standing behind him holding hands and slightly closing their eyes.

The old man laughed, clasped his fists and saluted around, and said, "Everyone, everyone is here, then we will start now." ”

"Old man Kui Timberwolf, most of you know me. I am a descendant of the nobles of the Dayue clan in the previous dynasty, and after the destruction of the country, I will never forget to take revenge on the Huns, so I operate incognito as a businessman in secret, and I have a lot of contact with you. ”

"At this grand meeting, we discussed the plan to overthrow the Xiongnu royal court, and we were fortunate to invite the five parties of Rouran, Tubo, Uighur, Dangxiang, and Jurchen to participate in the righteous act. ”

"Today's arrivals include Tuhan, the second prince of the Rouran Kingdom, Zamuhe, the deputy marshal of the soldiers and horses of the Tubo Kingdom, Zhan Tianzuo, the right minister of the Uighurs, Ge Sultan, the general of the party, and Wanyan Gelie, the third highness of the Jurchens. ”

"Everyone ventures to come here, we have limited time, so the old man doesn't talk nonsense. Today's meeting has the following contents: First, everyone will form an alliance with blood and formally form a great alliance to punish the Hungarians; second, we will elect one side as the leader of the alliance and lead us in doing things; third, we will jointly discuss a general plan of action; fourth, we will discuss the sources and distribution of military supplies and funds; and finally, we will discuss the unfinished matters, and we will have a good time. Do you have any objections from the big guys?"

Seeing that everyone didn't answer, Kui Mu Wolf made a move, and some of his subordinates brought up a king-sized sea bowl, which was blood-red.

Kui Mu Wolf continued: "In the bowl is the blood of Batu, the commander of the Xiongnu Front Route Army, who was assassinated by my master a few days ago. ”

Everyone present stepped forward, each pricked his finger and dripped blood, and the subordinates of the two parties came over to test the poison with a silver needle, and the Kui Wood Wolf did not care, raised the wine glass full of blood in his hand and said loudly:

"The Xiongnu are brutal, occupy my territory, kill my people, and bring disaster to my Western Regions, now there are Rouran, Tubo, Uighur, Dangxiang, and Jurchen five ethnic groups as an alliance of blood, vowing to destroy the Xiongnu, whoever is willing, drink this cup, if this oath is violated, people will be destroyed, and heaven and earth will not be allowed!"

The rest of the people then swore an oath, and everyone drank the blood from their bowls, and went back to their seats.

Kui Mu Wolf continued: "The next step is to elect the leader of the alliance. Is this alliance leader, in fact, it is not the meaning of overriding the command of the five clans, everyone is a hero, each has its own clan, I know that everyone does not want to obey others, but our big alliance must always have a leader, in the middle to coordinate the forces of all parties, otherwise the power of any clan is weaker than the Huns, each fighting will be broken one by one, only by advancing and retreating together can great things be achieved. ”

"As for the distribution of territory and population after the destruction of the Xiongnu, everyone can rely on their own abilities, but this is all a later story, so good?

Tubo Zamuhe opened his mouth and said: "I see who has many soldiers here, and who is the leader of the alliance." ”

Jurchen Wanyan Gelie interjected: "More soldiers may not be fine, more horses may not be strong, according to me, whoever has strong combat power will be the leader of the alliance." ”

Party General Ge Sultan rolled his eyes and said: "What about combat strength? Is it possible to fight first?"

The Uighur Zhan Tianzuo also said: "Fighting a war depends on strategy and tactics, and when it comes to soldiers and horses, we are not as numerous as the Huns." ”

Kui Mu Wolf smiled and said, "What a few people said is reasonable, why don't I be a peacemaker." I think that all of your families are naturally strong and strong, otherwise how would they dare to raise troops to rebel against the Huns? If you really want to fight, it is really difficult to say who will win and who will lose. Since it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior cannot hurt each other, why don't we compare the strength of high-end forces. ”

Tuhan listened and said, "What's the comparison?"

Kui Timber Wolf replied: "The old man has a proposal, just use the force of all of you here to decide the position of the alliance leader, you plus the entourage, there are three people on each side, and the master who can come, I suggest that each side send two people to fight in the ring, and finally the winner is the alliance leader, do you think so?"

Everyone looked at each other, and each family was a tribe that valued individual force, and thought that there was no better way, so they all nodded in agreement, and then agreed to take turns attacking and defending, and the winning side could choose to rest for a round or accept a wheel battle. However, in order to save time, it was agreed that the limit would be 30 moves, and the tie would be counted if it was exceeded, and it would be said that the good point would be up to the end, and only the winner would be determined, and no life would be harmed.

Kui Mu Wolf led everyone to the outdoor field and said: "I can't count one side here, but I recently recruited two masters, they have itchy skills in their hearts, and they also want to participate in the ring, but the victory or defeat has nothing to do with the alliance leader, can you see it?"

Kui Mu Wolf has always provided funds and logistics for the five parties, and is a big benefactor, and everyone gives him face and has no objections.

Kui Mu Wolf then asked, "Which side is willing to take the lead and defend first?"

After a moment of silence, the general of the party, Ge Sultan, could not bear it and sent his subordinate general Sagre to fight, and then Tubo sent a man named Morha to attack.

Both sides are leading generals, both hands are heavy weapons, Sagre is holding a gilt boring, Morha in his hands two purple gold copper hammers, the two moves open and close, the move hammer boring each other, the sound is deafening, the battle to about 20 rounds, Sagre is invincible, the tiger's mouth is cracked and defeated, and he returns to the team in a stupid way.

Morha exchanged hammers and looked around and shouted, "Next, who will fight me?" ”

The Uighur side jumped out of a person, holding a gold-topped jujube lance, not a common name, directly smashed down with the momentum of Mount Tai, Morha with a left hand hammer to meet it, but unexpectedly the hammer head sank, the other party was extremely powerful, the right hand hammer could not be used to top again, this is the frame of the jujube yang lance.

The person who made the lance was not only infinitely powerful, but also the moves were exquisite, a lance made it fly up and down, and Morha's two hands could not block the attack of the Zaoyang lance, and he barely resisted less than ten rounds before being knocked away by the double hammer and defeated.

Next, the man who made the lance defeated the challenge of the Jurchen side again, and chose to take a quarter of an hour off the field and return to the field.

This time, the Jurchens sent a second person to fight, this person was short and slender, and after coming up empty-handed, he said: "Monet, a Xianbei man, came to receive the teaching. "It turned out that he was a master selected by the Jurchens after subduing Xianbei.

This person is not a general immediately, but a refined cultivation of the clan's martial arts, I saw that he was wearing a pair of gloves of unknown material on both hands, not afraid of the spikes on the jujube yang lance, both hands are only to the lance not to the person, with the technique of pinching and grasping around the locking of the big lance, where the big lance hits his hands will be entangled.

The person of the lance changed several sets of attack moves, but the opponent's gloves were weird, not afraid of the smashing of the lance, and he couldn't get rid of the tracking of the opponent's hands on the lance, and gradually restrained his hands and feet, and the moves slowed down, and when it was almost thirty rounds, Monet found a gap, and took the weapon empty-handed, so he had to admit defeat.

Monet waited for a while, and a person flashed behind the Dang Xiang Ge Sultan, who turned out to be a Han man, with an extremely long horse face and an expressionless face, and after reporting Yan Bingxu's name in his mouth, he rushed up with an arrow.

This person's body method is very unusual, the knees, ankles, and elbows are sometimes stiff and sometimes bent suddenly like breaking, and it is not a normal way of light work and longitudinal surgery between retreats, but it is like a zombie jumping and jumping, but it is flexible, and the strength of the palm and leg is also strong and heavy.

"Chenzhou Yanjia Zombie Fist!" an old man behind Kui Mu Wolf blurted out.

Hearing this, Ge Sultan said with some complacency: "Yes, it is a rare zombie fist in the Central Plains martial arts, and he is a good hand that my lord has snared with heavy money." ”

As he spoke, Yan Bingxu had already gained the upper hand.

Monet's kung fu is not weak, but most of his attacks were dodged by Yan Bingxu in a way that was like a kite breaking the string, and his hands and feet suddenly turned unreasonably, but he couldn't figure out the path of Yan Bingxu's zombie fist attack for a while, sometimes it went straight, and sometimes it suddenly changed direction and bend.

Monet's fist occasionally hit him in the body, but it felt like a defeated leather or rotten wood, and the other party did not react at all, and he himself received several heavy blows in succession, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he had to stop and retreat.

The two Jurchens lost and first withdrew from the battle for the alliance leader.

After Yan Bingxu won, he did not leave the game to rest, but his hands and feet trembled slightly, swaying in place like a hanged ghost, looking at everyone with a pair of white and black eyes.

The old man who called out the zombie fist just now appeared at this time and said: "I, Mi Cangshan, will come to meet the descendants of the zombie fist." As he spoke, he took out a pair of judge's pens from his bosom and made a gesture.

Yan Bingxu nodded slightly, but still attacked with a zombie fist. Mi Cangshan is burly, with a black face and no beard, and as soon as he makes a move, he will attack Yan Bingxu.

Hua Lanting looked at a few tricks and was secretly shocked. This Micang Mountain has strong internal strength, subtle changes in moves, and is really a rare master.

He poked, flicked, hooked, pointed, and whisked with a pair of judges' pens, and the moves were fast and airtight, and the tip of the pen made a sneering sonic boom, forcing Yan Bingxu not to dare to use zombie skills to take it hard, Mi Cangshan seemed to know something about zombie boxing, and Yan Bingxu's strange body style couldn't avoid Mi Cangshan's double strokes.

After fighting for a few more rounds, Yan Bingxu seemed to remember something, and retreated and shouted: "Who is my Dao, it turns out to be the senior of the river and the river who has retired to the rivers and lakes for a long time, Kui Timber Wolf can invite you out, it is really rare, the junior submits defeat." ”

Mi Cangshan laughed: "Count your kid acquaintance, your father lost half of me back then, but you got seven points of his true biography, and if you achieve it in time, you will not be under him." Haha, it's not martial arts to bully the small. ”

In this way, the party clan has also run out of places, and the alliance leader is hopeless.

Mi Cangshan stood on the ground, looked left and right, looked around, and said: "I don't need to rest, may I ask which master will give advice?"

As soon as the words ended, the Uighurs and the Tibetan camps snatched out one at the same time. On the Uighur side, he was a high-nosed, deep-eyed Hu man, while on the Tibetan side, he was a white-faced young scholar.

The two glanced at each other, and the scholar's face was arrogant, and he said, "The elders come first, you go first." ”

Hu Ren snorted, stepped forward, and said to Mi Cangshan in stiff Chinese: "Persian Horen, point to you." ”

Mi Cangshan frowned, and replied: "The tone is not small, but I don't know what my ability is?"

After that, the two fought together.

Huo Lun's martial arts come from the ancient Persian lineage, which is more strange than Yan Bingxu, I saw his legs crutched, and rushed towards Micang Mountain with swiftness and incoherence, but he walked not in a straight line, but bent like a snake, and the tail bone behind the buttocks moved, and the bone joints shook and made a few explosions, really like a rattle-tailed snake wandering and sneaking.

Huo Lun arrived in front of Mi Cangshan in an instant, his body seemed to jump up and volley down the opponent, Mi Cangshan probed sharply with a single stroke, and pointed to Huo Lun's chest to ask for acupoints, Huo Lun's right hand mysteriously rose from the lower abdomen, and coiled up abruptly along the midline of the body, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, biting the judge's pen in the shape of a hand.

Mi Cangshan felt that the other party's strength was sharp and solid, and he screamed in his mouth, and with a stroke of the front pen, the other pen had been handed to Huo Lun's lower abdomen. Huo Lun's body twisted and swayed rapidly, and when he couldn't make a move, he let go of the tip of the pen, and then straightened up, and while bullying Mi Cangshan's arms, the five fingers of his hands were picked up like chisels, pecking at Mi Cangshan's throat and chest.

Mi Cangshan was just about to retreat and return to the pen to parry, but Huo Lun's hands suddenly changed direction in the middle of the way, and the target became Mi Cangshan's mastoid acupoint. At this time, Mi Cangshan didn't have time to change his moves, and while trying his best to retreat, he abandoned the pen and protected his chest with his palms.

The moves of the two sides were as fast as lightning, and between the lightning and stone fire, the four hands of the two collided together, and then Mi Cangshan fell out on his back, and his metacarpal bones made a slight dislocation sound, and he fell to the ground.

From Huo Lun to Mi Cangshan, he couldn't tell whether it was one move or two moves, and Mi Cangshan was defeated.

Huo Lun was sweating profusely, and in the early spring weather, there was a trace of evaporating heat on his head, which showed that he also knew that his opponent was a strong opponent, so he went all out to win a blow as soon as he came up, but the victory was not easy.

Hua Lanting nodded secretly, these two people are masters, and although they use few tricks, the situation is actually extremely dangerous.

Mi Cangshan's expression was gloomy, and he glanced at the other old man behind Kui Wood Wolf, knowing that his chess skills were not as good as others, so he didn't continue to entangle, and after shaking his hands and resetting his bones, he got up and retreated.

Everyone was shocked by Huo Lun's martial arts, and Kui Mu Wolf clapped his hands: "Mr. Huo is really good at kung fu!"

Huo Lun became humble at this time, and said: "Raid with all your might, get lucky." After saying that, he crossed his knees and recovered.

When he stood up again, the young scholar on the Tibetan side jumped out just now, holding a sword in his hand and said: "It's not bad, let's let my son Yuan Tianwen come and teach Persian martial arts." ”

Huo Lun didn't dare to be careless, and those who dared to come up and challenge him when he saw his kung fu must rely on it, so he took out a short stick and looked at his opponent intently.

Yuan Tianwen roared, followed the sword, the sword light was like a long rainbow refining cover towards Huo Lun, the sword momentum was together, everyone only felt that there was an empty space in front of them, the sword shadow in the sky was erratic, and the tip of the long sword changed left and right, making it difficult to see the landing point.

There were all people who knew the goods, and someone called out at the moment: "Northern Kunlun Phantom Sky Sword Technique!"