The only way is to use the female imperial book as an excuse. After all, he was ordered to come to the grassland to ask for marriage, and the other party also agreed to Montaigne's participation in the Fuli Conference. From an official point of view, it makes sense to explicitly ask to see Xinyue.

After pondering for a long time, Jiang Fan finally made up his mind to visit Batulu with formal diplomatic etiquette.

Although Batulu was a little confused about Jiang Fan's intention, he didn't think there was much wrong with it, especially since the other party was so open and formal.

However, out of caution, he still instinctively rejected the matter.

But Mr. Jiang is not someone who can be dismissed so easily. At that time, he claimed that he was sending a gift to Princess Xinyue on behalf of the Qin State.

As a result, Batulu would find it difficult to refuse.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fan asked him for business cooperation, and finally, Batulu hesitantly agreed.

But the condition is that the meeting is formal and both parties must have a courtesy officer present.

Jiang Fan had no objection and went back immediately to prepare for the meeting two days later.

But what he didn't expect was that Batulu, an old fox, turned around and turned the matter into a unified meeting, with even the Four Kings and Battle having to participate.

When he got the news the next day, Jiang Fan was so angry that he went to find Batulu, but the other party just responded that he couldn't treat one favorably. He was also embarrassed, so he might as well leave it alone.

Jiang Fan had no choice but to accept the arrangement, but in this case, he might not have the chance to observe anything.

On the third day, he took Montaigne and others to the Crescent Princess's tent as promised.

The outside was already filled with flags of various colors and many barbarians in different costumes. Obviously, the Four Kings arrived earlier than him.

The tent was very spacious, with a bonfire in the middle and people all around it. Seeing them, it was no surprise that when they saw the foreigners, 90% of them looked at them with hostility or disdain. Jiang Fan had no doubt that, if it were not for such an occasion,

, these wolf sons and grandsons will definitely attack in groups and tear their own group into pieces.

It was pretty good, but next to him was Zuo Xian Wang Du Meng and the contestant Du Lun he had brought. When he saw Jiang Fan coming in, Du Meng greeted him warmly, and Jiang Fan returned the greeting with a smile.

Directly opposite is King Youxian Huerchi with his second son Huleg. King Youxian is a very tough-looking man, but he is very civilized. He only nodded slightly, but Jiang Fan could also understand the meaning in his eyes.

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Of course, he had no murderous intention, but there was endless murderous intention hidden in Jiang Fan's heart, because Huerchi was the original Prince Youxian, who went south to plunder the craziest person fifty years ago, the executioner of the heroic souls of the green mountains and green valleys, and broke into

The former prince of the Taiyue Imperial Court, his master said that there was one person among the barbarians that he must kill, and that was this Gurchi. As a disciple, he did not say anything, but he must fulfill this wish for his master.

Sitting next to King Youxian was the Hunxie King, and Hemul brought a man wrapped in a cloak. Jiang Fan's mind moved, and it turned out that it was not Hekuotai...

The cloaked man kept his eyes closed, and when he realized that Jiang Fan was sizing him up, he slowly opened a pair of green eyes and looked at Jiang Fan, with a sinister curve at the corner of his mouth.

The Soul-Slaying King Moro led his people to occupy the south side. It was also the first time for Jiang Fan to see this king who was rumored to be the most warlike among the barbarians.

He was a full nine feet tall. Although he was not as strong and stocky as them, he was still taller than him. With his nose as the midpoint, there were two terrifying scars intersecting on his face, making his face look extremely ferocious.

Seeing Jiang Fan's gaze turning, the Soul-Slaying King roared like a beast, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he had no intention of saying hello.

Sitting next to him was a young man with slender hands and feet, eyes like an eagle, and carrying a strange-shaped bow on his back. He must be his third son sent to attend the Fuli Conference, the top three eagle shooters of the younger generation, Mo.

Rigen.

To the north, and also at the top, was naturally the person in charge, Batulu, but he was just standing aside, and the tiger-skin throne in the middle was empty. Jiang Fan couldn't help but think, could it be... that he could see the big wolf master today?

But after all, the person hadn't arrived yet, so Jiang Fan looked at the very eye-catching young man next to him.

To be honest, this is the first time Jiang Fan has seen such an amazing young man from a barbarian group.

He has well-proportioned muscles and an angular appearance. Although he is not particularly tall, his unruly and wild spirit is extremely prominent and impresses people at a glance.

But what's interesting is that he just glanced at Jiang Fan and passed by. Instead, his eyes fell on Montaigne behind him.

Obviously, fierce fighting spirit burst out from his eyes, and there seemed to be swords clashing in his eyes.

This state obviously fell into Batulu's eyes, and he couldn't help but glance at the low-key Montaigne again.

General Meng just lowered his eyes and sat quietly behind Jiang Fan, motionless as a mountain. He even did not raise his head to look at Battle at all.

This obviously stimulated the opponent and made him more motivated to fight. Finally, Battle ignored everyone and spoke.

"Chinese people, the grassland is not the place you should come."

Surprisingly, he actually spoke Chinese. Although the pronunciation was not particularly standard, there was no problem in understanding him.

Jiang Fan said nothing. This occasion belonged to Montaigne.

He sat quietly, slowly raised his eyes and looked at Barter calmly: "If you can go, I can come."

Jiang Fan knew he was talking about Da Qin, so he couldn't help but give it a thumbs up secretly.

The corner of Bart's mouth curled up: "Chinese people, you have no right to be arrogant. For thousands of years, we have only gone south, and you have never gone north."

This is a very sad fact.

Montaigne remained unmoved: "Only the ignorant covet the treasures of heaven and earth, and civilization has never been seen to value barbarism."

Jiang Fan was stunned. Good guy, just looking at Montaigne's usual behavior in front of Lin Nanyan, I thought he was not good at speaking. Who knew he was quite sharp in speaking?

Battelle laughed wildly: "Chinese people can only use their mouths, but in the final analysis they are not powerless."

Montaigne's eyes were like a flat lake: "If you want to see it, I don't mind coming a few more times."

Battle sneered, "No need, this time, you will stay!"

After saying that, his whole body exploded with aura, exuding a heart-stopping murderous aura.

At this time, Batulu coughed lightly: "Step back, the big wolf lord is coming."

Barter frowned, finally restrained himself, and stepped aside.

At this time, a middle-aged barbarian in his fifties came out from behind.

He is holding a white bone mace in his hand and has colorful feathers on his head. He is of medium stature, has thick and long eyebrows, a high and loose nose, and deep-set eye sockets, which conveys the meaning of an eagle looking at a wolf.

Although there is no aura to the outside, he naturally carries the power of a superior person, but this kind of power is more like a beast king, primitive and wild.

Everyone stood up at the same time, beat their chests and bowed: "Greetings to the Great Wolf Lord."

This is the Great Wolf Lord Zhadun.
Chapter completed!