Fish swimming around the world

The only way was to use the letter from the Queen Mother. After all, he was ordered to come to the grassland to ask for a marriage, and the other party also agreed to Montaigne's participation in the Fuli Conference. From an official perspective, it was reasonable to openly ask to see Xinyue.

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

Although Baturu was a little confused about Jiang Fan's intention, he didn't think it was wrong. Especially since the other party was so open and formal.

However, out of vigilance, he instinctively refused this matter.

But Mr. Jiang was not someone who was so easy to get rid of. At that time, he claimed that he was sending gifts to Princess Xinyue on behalf of the Qin State.

In this way, Baturu was a little embarrassed to refuse.

Then, Jiang Fan mentioned business cooperation to him, and finally, Baturu agreed hesitantly.

But the condition was a formal meeting, and both parties had to have etiquette officials present.

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

But what he didn't expect was that Baturu, the old fox, turned around and turned this into a unified meeting, and even the four kings and Bater were going to participate.

The next day, Jiang Fan got the news, and he was so angry that he found Baturu, but the other party just responded that he couldn't favor one over the other. He was also very embarrassed, so he just let it go.

Jiang Fan had no choice but to accept the arrangement, but in this way, he was afraid that he would have no chance to observe anything.

On the third day, he brought Montaigne and others to the tent of Princess Xinyue as promised.

There were already flags of various colors outside, and there were many barbarians in different costumes. Obviously, the four kings came earlier than him.

The tent was very spacious, with a bonfire in the middle and people sitting around it. Seeing them, it was no surprise. Seeing foreigners, nine out of nine showed hostile or disdainful eyes. Jiang Fan had no doubt that if it weren't for this occasion, these wolves would definitely attack in groups and tear his group into pieces.

It was still good, because next to him were the Left Xian Wang Du Meng and the contestant Du Lun he brought. When Jiang Fan came in, Du Meng greeted him warmly, and Jiang Fan smiled and returned the greeting.

Opposite him were the Right Xian Wang Huerchi and his second son Huleg. The Right Xian Wang was a tough-looking man, but he was a bit cunning. He just nodded slightly, but Jiang Fan could understand what he meant.

Of course, he had no intention of killing, but Jiang Fan had endless killing intent in his heart, because Huerchi was the original Right Xian Prince, the most crazy person who went south to plunder fifty years ago, the executioner of the heroic souls of Cangshan Cuigu, and the former prince who broke into the Taiyue Imperial Court. The master said that there was a person in the barbarian tribe that he must kill, and that was Huerchi. And as a disciple, there was no doubt that he would fulfill this wish for the master.

Sitting next to the Right Xian Wang was the Hunxie King's tribe, and Hemur brought a man wrapped in a cloak. Jiang Fan's mind moved. It was not Hekuotai...

The cloaked man had been closing his eyes. When he found Jiang Fan looking at him, he slowly opened his green eyes and looked at Jiang Fan with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.

King Tu Ling Moro led his men to occupy the south side. It was the first time that Jiang Fan saw this king who was rumored to be the most warlike king of the barbarians.

He was nine feet tall. Although he was not as strong and sturdy as Du Meng, he was taller than him. On his face, with the nose as the midpoint, there were two terrifying scars crossing, making his face look extremely fierce.

Seeing Jiang Fan's gaze turn, King Tu Ling let out a beast-like roar, his eyes flashing fiercely, without any intention of greeting.

And next to him sat a young man with slender hands and feet, eyes like an eagle, and a strange bow on his back. He must be his third son sent to participate in the Fuli Conference, the top three archers of the young generation, Morigen.

To the north, at the top, was naturally the person in charge, Baturu. However, he was just standing aside. The tiger-skin throne in the middle was empty. Jiang Fan couldn't help but wonder, could it be... that he could meet the great wolf lord today?

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

To be honest, it was the first time that Jiang Fan saw such an amazing young man of the barbarian tribe.

He had well-proportioned muscles and sharp features. Although he was not particularly tall, his unruly and unrestrained demeanor was extremely prominent, which made people impressed at first sight.

But what was interesting was that he just glanced at Jiang Fan and passed by, and his eyes fell on Montaigne behind him instead.

Obviously, there was a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes, and there seemed to be swords fighting in his eyes.

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

General Meng just lowered his eyes and sat quietly behind Jiang Fan, motionless as a mountain. He didn't even look up at Bater at all.

This obviously stimulated the other party, and the fighting spirit became stronger. Finally, Bater ignored everyone and spoke.

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

Unexpectedly, he actually spoke Chinese. Although the pronunciation was not particularly standard, it was completely understandable.

Jiang Fan did not speak. This occasion belonged to Montaigne.

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

Jiang Fan knew that he was talking about Daqin, and couldn't help but secretly gave him a thumbs up.

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

This is a very heartbreaking fact.

Montaigne remained unmoved: "Only ignorance covets the treasures of nature, and has never seen civilization look down on the wilderness."

Jiang Fan was stunned. Good guy, just looking at Meng Tian's usual performance in front of Lin Nanyan, I thought he was not good at speaking. Who knew he was so sharp.

Bater laughed wildly: "The Chinese people can only talk, but they are not powerless after all."

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

Bateer sneered, "No need, this time, you stay!"

After that, his whole body burst with momentum, exuding a heart-pounding murderous aura.

At this time, Baturu coughed lightly: "Back off, the great wolf lord is here."

Bateer frowned, finally restrained himself, and retreated to the side.

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

He was leaning on a white bone wolf tooth staff in his hand, with colorful feathers on his head, of moderate build, thick and long eyebrows, high and loose nose, deep eye sockets, and a sense of eagle-like and wolf-like eyes.

Although there was no aura emanating from him, he naturally carried the aura of a superior, but this aura was more like that of a beast king, primitive and wild.

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

This was the Great Wolf Lord Zaton.

He ascended to the position of Great Wolf Lord at the age of 25, and led the barbarians for 30 years. He was the descendant of the barbarian ancestor Zakun and the king with the purest bloodline.