In the tent of King Xirong, Qian Shaoyou and Zhang San'er were ordered to stand in front of the tent and wait for King Xirong's order.

Qian Shaoyou and Zhang San'er stood in place as they said, without saying a word.

He stood for nearly half an hour before the king of Sijon sent a message for the two men to come in.

As soon as the two entered the king's tent, they saw the king of Xirong, who was already an old dragon clock, and the future king of Xirong, Lian'an, sat near his left hand.

Further down, there are the four generals of Xirong, all of whom are burly and have compelling eyes.

Although the king of Xijon is already in his prime, and his body is already a little thin, his eyes are like torches, but there is no sign of decline.

The old King Xirong took the Killing God Sword that he handed over from Qian Shaoyou half an hour ago, and stretched out his right hand that had just been injured by the sword qi of the Killing God Sword, the blood stains on his right hand had dried up, and the old King Xirong said lightly: "I really didn't expect that you, the leader of the rebel army of the Taiping Dynasty, would be a young figure in the rivers and lakes. ”

Qian Shaoyou emphasized: "I am also a royal family of the previous dynasty, but my family and country collapsed, and I was just in the rivers and lakes in the early years. ”

"Interesting. King Xirong threw the god-killing sword to Qian Shaoyou and asked, "This sword, you can use it to kill people?"

Qian Shaoyou replied briefly: "Killed." ”

"How long has it been with you?"

Qian Shaoyou said lightly: "It's been more than ten years, and I can't remember the specifics." ”

The old King of Xijon asked suspiciously, "In other words, you were able to control this sword at a young age?"

Qian Shaoyou smiled: "Practice makes perfect." ”

Old King Xirong nodded with satisfaction, looked at Zhang San'er and asked, "Who is this person?"

Qian Shaoyou smiled: "My personal guard." ”

The old King Xirong asked: "I heard that most of your martial arts masters in the Central Plains martial arts look different from ordinary people, this person is wearing a mask, is it because his appearance is different from ordinary people?"

Qian Shaoyou explained: "He has multiple scars on his face, so he wears a mask and is reluctant to show it. ”

The old King Xirong asked again: "So, this person is also from the Jianghu martial arts?"

Qian Shaoyou replied without thinking, "Exactly." ”

Old King Xirong and the four generals looked at each other for a while, and suddenly laughed.

Qian Shaoyou frowned and asked, "What is the king laughing at?"

The old Xirong King said: "I laugh at your Taiping Dynasty in the Central Plains, relying on the Jianghu martial arts to win the world, and now it is less than 30 years old, and it is civil strife because of the Jianghu Wulin." You call us barbarians, but you don't know how wise our older generation is, and how strong our Xijon traditions are. This court and the rivers and lakes should have been ruled separately, and the court should establish a strong enough majesty in front of the rivers and lakes martial arts, and the other can immediately take over the world, and not take the world under the sword, this reason, your current king is a little confused. ”

Qian Shaoyou still stood with a smile, and looked at the four famous generals under the old Xirong King's tent with his spare eyes. The prince Lian An said: "Let me introduce to you, this is General Tamulie of the Tamu family, this is the West Wind Wall General of the West Wind family, this is the General of the Tofu family, and this is the Sigong Shinto general of the Sigong family." ”

Qian Shaoyou took pictures one by one, but the four generals ignored them.

Lian An continued: "We Xirong people have always paid attention to status and humility, and since the establishment of Xirong people for a hundred years, there have always been four major families, which are represented by the four generals of this generation. Above the four generals is our Yehe family, the king of the Xirong people, which has never changed in the past hundred years. As for the green forest and grass reckless, the desert swordsman has always had to follow the hierarchy, and the only privilege is that he can rely on his ability to serve my king across classes and get rich rewards. ”

Na Lian An spoke in a high-spirited manner about the superior system of their Xirong people, who thought they were prescient, and Qian Shaoyou and Zhang San'er in the audience listened quietly, without showing the slightest expression on their faces.

After Lian An finished speaking, the old King Xirong then asked, "I wonder if the young master has ever heard of the desert heroes?"

"Desert Heroes?"

The old Xirong King said: "These two are a pair of brothers in Xinzhou, in the early years, they assassinated a disciple of the Golden Sword Gate in the Golden Sword Gate of Guizhou, and wiped out the whole family, and later Zhang Yiqian, the head of the Golden Sword Gate, issued a chase and kill order in the rivers and lakes, and the two of them fled to me to serve me." ”

Qian Shaoyou said with a smile: "The names of the desert heroes are loud, but unfortunately they are not ranked in the Central Plains martial arts. ”、

The old King Xirong was displeased: "Your Central Plains Kung Fu, I don't think it's just that. The two of them were less than twenty years old when they came, and now these two are in their early forties, worshiping under a master in the clan of the West Wind Wall, and their strength should not be underestimated after twenty years of painstaking training. I wonder if you two are interested?"

Qian Shaoyou and Zhang San'er, you look at me, I look at you, there is no trace of turmoil in my heart.

Qian Shaoyou asked, "What does the king mean?"

Old Xirong Wang said: "The two of you claim to be from the Central Plains Martial Arts, and you are here, so you will try it with them, how about it?"

"Good. Qian Shaoyou agreed without thinking about it.

The old King Xirong smiled, clapped his hands and said, "Come on, call Guan Cong, Guan Xian!"

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the king's tent, and when the tent door opened, two middle-aged men with extremely similar looks walked in. As soon as the two men entered, they hurriedly knelt down and bowed to the king, but they promised and there seemed to be fear in their eyes.

The old King Xirong bowed his head slightly and said: "Today, there are guests from your Central Plains martial arts from afar, so you can compete with them, so that this king can see how the Central Plains people fight, okay?"

"Yes!" the two men said in unison.

As soon as Qian Shaoyou wanted to speak, Zhang San'er beside him said: "If you really want to compete, three sons and one person are enough, why bother the young master." ”

Qian Shaoyou frowned and looked at Zhang San'er, the origin of these two people was unknown, he felt that it was better to be cautious. It's just that this Zhang San'er thinks that this King Xirong is deliberately humiliating them Central Plains people, since this pair of desert heroes are also Central Plains people, then it is a shame for the Central Plains people and the Central Plains people to compete in front of the Xirong people's king's tent to please the Xirong king. What Zhang San'er wants to do is to see this pair of desert heroes as the assimilated Xijon people who have been in Xirong for a long time, and then defeat them with one enemy and two enemies, only in this way can they fight back.

Everyone present was attracted by Zhang San'er's words, and the old King Xirong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Really?"

Qian Shaoyou said lightly: "Since he wants to try, then try it." ”

Xifengbi interjected: "You have thought clearly, these two people have studied under their uncle Double-faced Buddha Xifeng Shao, and they have been deeply passed down for twenty years, how can you be a small guard, how can you be one against two?"

Zhang San'er smiled and didn't say anything, just turned around silently: "Two, get up and speak." ”