After He Yaotian instructed He Wuhen to pay attention to some precautions, the four of them set off.

The Autumn Hunting Conference is held in the Black Armor Camp every time. On the day of the Autumn Hunting Conference, all those attending the conference will gather in the Black Armor Camp outside the front line.

When He Yaotian, He Wuhen, He Wuhui, He Feng and others rode their horses to Heijia Camp, the school grounds of the camp were already crowded.

At the gate of the Black Armor Camp, there was a team of soldiers guarding it. Everyone who wanted to enter needed to show their family badges.

In Qingyuan Country, only the nobles had family badges, so those who could enter the Black Armor Camp were all nobles of Qingyuan Country.

Even so, when He Wuhen saw that there were thousands of people on the school ground, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"So many people attend the autumn hunting conference? Princess Zichen is so charming!"

Hearing this, He Feng on the side smiled: "The eldest young master doesn't know that there are only a few hundred nobles in the Qingyuan Kingdom, but more than one person in each family participates. Just like our He family, you and the second young master are not twenty years old, so both of them are qualified to participate."

"And most of these people who are not married come for Princess Zichen, and those who are married may also come for the championship reward."

While talking, the group walked towards the Central Army's tent.

Along the way, all the soldiers from the Black Armored Camp saluted excitedly when they saw He Yaotian and greeted He Dama.

After all, He Yaotian founded the Black Armored Camp, and every Black Armored Camp soldier regarded He Yaotian as his spiritual leader, and General He had not come to the military camp for many years.

After entering the Central Army's tent, I saw that the hall was already full of people.

The hall was lined with seats, and people from the fourteen wealthy families in Yujing City were already sitting there chatting and drinking tea.

Those who sit on the chairs are all the leaders of these twenty big families, and those who stand behind them are young people participating in the autumn hunting conference.

Deputy Commander Liu Dalong, with the Five Tiger Generals, sat aside and was talking boredly.

You can tell at a glance that these generals were not interested in those wealthy families and did not even read the enthusiasm for greetings and chatting.

The arrival of He Yaotian and his group immediately became the focus of everyone.

The old man walked into the hall with a long and huge stance. Liu Dalong and others immediately showed joy and rushed over to greet him excitedly.

The heads of the wealthy families also stopped talking and stood up to greet He Yaotian.

This is the style of wealthy families. Even though these people secretly hope that He Yaotian would die sooner, they would step on the He family to take over, but they could still smile on the surface.

Unexpectedly, He Yaotian only greeted a few friends with his family, such as General Tang Chong.

But he was too lazy to deal with the leaders of other families, so he ignored them directly and enthusiastically gave Liu Dalong a bear hug. Several old friends went to chat.

The heads of those wealthy families all put their hot faces on their cold butts, and they were all embarrassed to get out of the market.

Young Master He and his younger brother He Wuhui couldn't help but laugh when they saw everyone's wonderful expressions.

What Mr. He didn't expect was that Tang Bao was also here. He ran over with joy on his face and came beside Mr. He to ask questions about his long and short questions.

After asking, Young Master He realized that Tang Bao was not interested in the Qiuhunting Conference, but his father Tang Chong pulled him over.

There is nothing we can do about this. Even His Majesty the Emperor has to come in person. Which family in Yujing City dares not come?

While chatting with Tang Bao, He Wuhen also looked around.

The hall is surrounded by seats, which are the seats of the five major families and the fourteen wealthy families.

The first seat was empty, and even He Yaotian didn't sit, obviously left for the emperor.

This year's autumn hunting conference is extraordinary. The emperor is visiting the Tiger Mountains and wants to choose a princess for Princess Zichen, so many wealthy families will do their best to perform.

Sitting in this hall is the top nobles in Qingyuan Country, five major families and fourteen wealthy families.

The thousands of people on the school ground were just weaker families, and they were not qualified to sit in the hall.

He Wuhen was still looking around, and he felt countless gazes, either in secret or blatantly.

There is no doubt that these dozens of gazes came from people from other wealthy families in the hall.

In the past month, the He family's sudden performance and unthinkable strength have made the He family the focus of all the noble families in the Qingyuan Kingdom.

The fact that He Wuhen fought against the three young masters of the Wang family and broke the second young master of the Wang family made everyone see the arrogance and arrogance of Mr. He.

Countless people are curious about how Young Master He, who has always been very useless and cowardly, suddenly became so arrogant and domineering?

Therefore, the many people from wealthy families in the hall looked at him with a scrutiny.

Of course, among the many scrutiny eyes, there are a few gazes that are very dazzling, containing unresolved hatred and murderous aura.

Although, due to the presence of many nobles, He Yaotian was also in the hall, and the murderous aura of his eyes was deliberately restrained, He Wuhen could still see the determination to kill from his cold eyes.

The head of these eyes was a middle-aged man with a mustache, tall and black, with his eyes extremely bright, just like the eyes of an eagle.

He sat upright on the chair, looking like he closed his eyes and was resting, holding a teacup casually to drink tea, but his eyes occasionally circulated, a heart-wrenching chill burst out.

Behind him were four teenagers, the oldest being about twenty years old and the youngest being only sixteen years old. Their appearances were similar and their strengths were different.

After a little thought, He Wuhen guessed the identities of these people, the Wang family, one of the five major families.

The thin man in the head was named Wang Zheng, who was the head of the Wang family, and the Prince's Taibao, the current Prince's teacher.

Behind Wang Zheng, there were three young men, all of whom were direct descendants of the Wang family.

From the beginning of breaking Wang Jun's legs, He Wuhen predicted that the hatred between the Wang family and the He family would be impossible to resolve.

He never thought about resolving it. The Wang family has been dealing with the He family for more than ten years. Both sides were already enemies when He Yaotian first rose decades ago.

Since he is an enemy, the young master of the Wang family dares to bully him arrogantly. Of course, He Wuhen cannot tolerate it and must return it twice.

The hatred between the two sides can only be resolved by the demise of one side. It is not that Young Master He would give in and beg for mercy, and the other party would let him go.

Since that's the case, He Wuhen would not be merciful.

He had long expected that the Wang family would definitely take revenge, but he was not afraid and prepared.

Soon, His Majesty the Emperor arrived at the Black Armor Camp, and many nobles all stood up to greet him.

When the emperor walked into the hall of the central army's tent, many wealthy families all paid great gifts to welcome the emperor to take their seats.

This was the first time He Wuhen saw the emperor, and he couldn't help staring at him for a while.

He Wuhui, who was beside him, quietly pulled his sleeves and reminded him to lower his head and not to look directly at the emperor.

After all, in this world, staring at the emperor and looking at him would be a serious crime, but He Wuhen ignored these things.

The emperor was about fifty years old, tall and handsome even when he was middle-aged.

He looks gentle as jade, his eyes and expression contain the aura of a king, and he looks like a dominant power.

In addition to an old eunuch with thick powder, there was also a young general in red robes and silver armor.

This general is not old, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a strong and strong face.

Although his reputation in Qingyuan Country is not as great as He Yaotian and will not be known to hundreds of millions of people, no one in the nobles of Yujing City does not know this person.

He is Mu Qingshan, the commander of the Yulin Guard, and the number one martial arts genius in Qingyuan Kingdom. He is a strong man who has reached the level of a level ninth martial arts master at the age of 30.

If He Yaotian is the sharp sword for the Qingyuan Kingdom to expand territory, then Mu Qingshan is the shield to guard the safety of the royal family.

Almost no one in Yujing City dared to offend Mu Qingshan, not only because of his powerful strength of a level nine martial artist, but also because of his noble identity.

His father was the emperor's elder brother, and he inherited his father's title, became Prince of Yue, and had the entire Nanyue province as his fiefdom.

As the second master of Qingyuan Kingdom, Mu Qingshan has the ability to look down on all martial arts powerhouses.

As a prince who controls heavy troops and fiefs, he has the capital to look down on all nobles.

When he saw this person, He Wuhen's attention was attracted.

Even in his eyes, Mu Qingshan was more sharp than the emperor.

Of course, this is just Mr. He’s own feeling.

Mu Qingshan has always been low-key and silent, always like the shadow of the emperor, dealing with things for the emperor in obscurity and protecting the safety of the imperial city.

After many nobles saluted, the emperor began to speak.

He repeatedly talked about the significance of the Autumn Hunting Conference in his old tune, and said that this year he would choose a prince consort among the outstanding young heroes.

This immediately made many noble children very excited and secretly swore in their hearts that they must show their strength to win the favor of the emperor and Princess Zichen.

However, what the emperor said at this time made everyone's heart even more angry and jealous.

"Murong Zhengluo, with your strength and talent, you should not disappoint me at this autumn hunting conference, right?"

Murong Jingluo is a young man about twenty years old, wearing a blue robe, with a handsome appearance, and a handsome man.

After being named on the spot by the emperor, Murong Jinglei was flattered, but he did not become humble and lose his composure.

He saluted the emperor gracefully and humbly, and smiled confidently: "Your Majesty, please let go, Murong Jingluo will never disappoint Your Majesty!"

Seeing Murong Jinglei's performance, the emperor smiled with relief and nodded, his eyes accidentally swept He Wuhen in the crowd, but he only stayed for a moment and quickly passed by.

It is obvious that the emperor's respect for Murong Zhengluo was no longer concealed, and Mr. He was completely ignored by him.

Moreover, the emperor's original intention was to betroth Princess Zichen to Murong Zhengluo.

If we talk about appearance and status, Murong Jing is handsome and elegant, and acts like a gentleman. He is also the son of the prime minister Murong Changtian, and is a perfect match with Princess Zichen.

What's more, Murong Jingluo was young and reached the level of a second-level martial artist at the age of only twenty. He was indeed a young genius and the most outstanding child of aristocratic families among the nobles.

Even though the other wealthy families were jealous of Murong Jinglei being so respected by the emperor, they also had to admire Murong Jinglei.

However, there was only one person in the field who looked at Murong Jingluo without admitting his consent and had already regarded him as his strong enemy.

Of course, this person is He Wuhen.

He listened quietly to the emperor's words and looked at Murong Jinglei, and his heart was already ignited with a huge sense of fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

"No one can take away my fiancée, even Murong Jingluo!"

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