It was also the first time for Jiang Fan to see the Hunxie King, known as the Old Jackal of the Prairie.

Although he is not young, his sinister triangular eyes are sinister and fierce, which still makes people panic when looking at him.

Ever since Jiang Fan came in, he had been staring at him, exuding a terrifying aura.

However, for Jiang Fan, there was no pressure on things like momentum. He casually and relaxedly greeted Batulu, sat down cross-legged opposite King Hunxie, and poured himself a drink.

For a full tea time, no one spoke. Even Batulu stared at Jiang Fan. Although his expression seemed normal, his behavior clearly showed deep hostility. The atmosphere was depressed and tense.

Suddenly, a tall young man next to King Hunxie stood up angrily and pointed at Jiang Fan: "Chinese people! You dare to come to our grassland, are you not afraid of losing your life?"

Of course, Meng Yi would not be used to it, and he revolted: "Presumptuous! Who do you think you are, dare to talk nonsense? Your father, your eldest brother is crazier than you, wasn't he killed by me?"

Jiang Fan also understood that this was the second son of the leader of the Maru tribe and now the new leader of the Maru tribe.

"Meng Yi!" The young man obviously knew him: "Kill my father and brother, and today it is my prince to avenge them!"

Meng Yi looked up to the sky and laughed: "Manier, you are just a great martial artist, but I don't take you seriously at all."

Manier directly pulled out his scimitar and pointed it at Meng Yi: "I want to challenge you!"

How could Meng Yi tolerate him, "Okay, I'll send you down to reunite with them."

Mani'er roared angrily and turned to look at King Hunxie: "Your Majesty, please witness that I challenge this Chinese madman!"

King Hunxie's triangular eyes rolled slightly: "...challenge, according to the rules of our barbarians, is allowed, but today the God of War is here to preside over the negotiations, it is not the right time."

Manier immediately turned to Batulu: "Great God of War, please approve Manier's challenge!"

Batulu looked as usual, but looked at Jiang Fan: "The rules of the prairie people are that men are not allowed to evade challenges. But... you are not my barbarian warriors, so don't pay attention."

Jiang Fan didn't look at the manil from beginning to end. At this moment, he slowly put down his wine glass and looked up at Batulu.

"Among the rules of the prairie, is there anyone who doesn't say anything and the dog barks first?"

"You! Arrogant!" Manier was furious.

Meng Yi roared, and his momentum suddenly rose up, like a fierce tiger. Manier was actually hit by this momentum and took three steps back.

This shocked him. Meng Yi was just a Martial Master, but he was a Great Master, and he was actually being hit and oppressed by the opponent's momentum. At that moment, he felt that he was no match for him at all.

"Step back, King Hemur will negotiate today, and we will discuss your matters later."

At this moment, Batulu has understood that this young Chinese boy can definitely move up the ladder and is not someone that Manier can deal with. Naturally, he does not want to lose this face. Unfortunately, his idea of ​​coming up to suppress the opponent has also failed.

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"King Xiaoyao..." Batulu looked at Jiang Fan with a pair of eagle eyes: "You are very brave to come as promised, so why not get to the point directly."

Jiang Fan said casually: "We have nothing to chat with anyway, so please go ahead. However, before you speak, you should set a rule. When adults speak, children and dogs should not interrupt."

Batulu's pupils shrank slightly. However, he did not make a tit-for-tat argument. He turned to look at King Hunxie and said, "Hemul, you can talk about your matter in person, and I will bear witness."

King Hunxie looked at Jiang Fan: "It is impossible to agree to your conditions. Chinese people, I advise you to go back and persuade your emperor to offer compensation and seek peace. This is your usual practice. Don't be self-righteous and try to subvert tradition. If you

If you want to start a war, I will let you see the history of fifty years ago repeat itself."

These words are very cruel, and at the same time, they are very heart-wrenching.

Historically, as long as the barbarians invaded the border, the solution was basically either compensation or marriage in order to settle the matter. This shame is deeply ingrained in the bones of every Chinese person.

Meng Yi and others gnashed their teeth, while the barbarians sneered and sneered.

Suddenly, Jiang Fan made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations. He threw out the horn cup in his hand and hit the unprepared King Hunxie directly on the corner of his eye, causing blood to flow profusely.

There was chaos in the big tent instantly, with countless people unsheathing their swords and shouting angrily.

Behind Jiang Fan, Montaigne and others also stood up one after another, with strong fighting intent. The violent momentum of both sides tore the tent apart.

The war is about to break out!

Batulu suddenly slapped the case, stopping everyone's noise, and stared at Jiang Fan like a hawk: "You are provoking!"

Jiang Fan stood up and pointed at King Hunxie: "If you weren't blind, you would have understood that he was the one who provoked me. I am here to give you a chance to negotiate. If you don't want to negotiate, then leave!"

After saying that, he kicked the table away, turned around and walked out.

King Hunxie roared angrily: "You know this means war!"

Jiang Fan stopped and looked back at him with evil eyes: "War... haha, I've been waiting for a long time..."

After saying that, he waved his hand: "Move the troops, Hemul!"

King Hunxie suddenly looked horrified. This was not the result he wanted. Who would have thought that this Chinese man was so stubborn and didn't speak at all. Could it be that he came here with the purpose of provoking a war?

But, that's not right. If Jiang Fan can't attend the Fuli Conference, wouldn't he lose his bet against the Feng family?

With his thoughts turning, he suddenly understood. He could find people from the Feng family to participate in the Fuli Conference. It was impossible for Jiang Fanzhi to arrange for someone to participate. After all, the other kings were not of the same mind as him. I'm afraid this would be a gamble.

It has no impact at all.

Baturu also felt that something was not good. The Great Wolf Lord's intention was to negotiate and push the other party towards a bet, not to start a war in a haphazard manner.

Once a war breaks out, it is impossible for the Golden Court to not be dragged into the water. The barbarians are not afraid of the Qin State, but this is winter, and supplies are extremely scarce. How to fight?

Not to mention that there is still an important matter to resolve at the Dakedun family ranch. The sacrifice was delayed in the first place. If the Fuli Conference is delayed again, the Dakedun family will inevitably become independent. The Great Wolf Lord will never accept this loss.

Furthermore, that madwoman from the Qin State can conquer the four countries by herself. Even if the grassland can defeat her, the price paid will probably be extremely heavy, and it may even lead to the reorganization of the grassland forces.

"King Xiaoyao, wait!" In just a moment, Balutu understood the power of this and immediately called out to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan looked at him: "General Batulu, what else can you do?"

Batulu said: "I have been ordered by the Great Wolf Lord to mediate between the two parties. I don't want to watch the two of them fight. I also ask both parties to calm down and let's sit down and have a good talk."

"Talk?" Jiang Fan sneered: "He is threatening me, don't you see? This is not the attitude of negotiation."
Chapter completed!