Long live the best

Chaming Wei Rou immediately stood up, her beautiful eyes widened: "Your Majesty, my concubine will accompany you."

Qin Yun glanced at her.

Her face turned bitter, so she had no choice but to sit back obediently, suppressing her belligerent temper.

Secretly muttering, what is the fierceness, the next time the concubine's legs are closed, it will make you stare blankly.

Kou Tianxiong wanted to persuade him again.

After all, Qin Yun is the emperor, so he can't afford any risk!

But he made up his mind and confirmed that only Age was the queen.

He got off the dragon car, rode a fierce horse, and arrived at the front of the convoy under protection.

Countless prairie warriors stopped in the distance ahead.

They were lined up in black.

Their eyes are as big as copper bells, and the explosive power of their muscles is much higher than that of the Han people.

"A Yizu, what do you want to do?!" Cha Mingmu asked coldly.

"Go away, you are not qualified to speak, you are just a coward who sells her daughter for glory!"

Ayizu is the leader of the Age tribe. He is eight feet tall, has a wide waist and a fat body, with sunken eye sockets and a face full of stubble. He looks very rough and exotic.

At this time, he was standing in the front, blocking the way.

"Hmph, you're getting hot!"

"I warn you, get out of the way quickly, or you will bear the consequences!" Cha Mingmu didn't show a good face when he saw that the other party didn't show face.

A Yizu scolded angrily: "You bastard!"

"Don't pull the tiger's skin there, and be a big banner. Others are afraid, but I, the Age tribe, are not afraid!"

"Prairie warriors should be the masters of grassland affairs. Why do you lure Han people into the grassland?!"

"Last night, the imperial army killed eight of my warriors. Those are the sons of the great God of War!"

"This matter must be explained!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking the grassland.

At the same time, tens of thousands of prairie men began to roar and hit the shield with machetes.

"Give me an explanation!"

"Give me an explanation!!"

"..."

Qin Yun's faint voice said, "What do you want to say?"

The voice is not loud, but it has an inexplicable coercion.

From Mu Le to the three grassland leaders, all of them were shocked.

Your Majesty, are you here in person?

A Yizu yelled: "What kind of statement?"

"I want Mu Le's head!"

"If you don't give it, you don't even think about getting out of the grassland!"

Qin Yun walked out slowly on his horse. Facing the thousands of grassland troops, there was no trace of fear on his face, but disdain.

Seeing others, A Yizu's eyes shrank, and he was subconsciously vigilant.

The two looked at each other, one relaxed and disdainful, the other vigilant and apprehensive.

Sit down!

Qin Yun said in a disdainful voice, "Isn't it the leader of the Ag tribe?"

"Hearing your tone, are you going to fight me hard?"

A Yizu didn't answer, but said coldly: "Your Majesty Tian Khan, this is not your big summer, it's better to leave some room for everything!"

"Hand him over!"

"I'll just pretend that what happened last night didn't happen!"

His machete suddenly pointed at Ah Le.

Ale's greenness faded, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his tough eyes!

But he wasn't impulsive, or preemptive.

How dare the adoptive father go further than this!

"Then what if I don't hand it over?" Qin Yun asked with a fake smile.

A Yizu clenched his fists and said angrily: "You must pay!"

"I hand over eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

"What kind of thing are you? My subordinates went out to provoke and compete with my adopted son. In the end, their skills were inferior to others. Five of them beat one of them, and they all died. How dare you come to Xingshi to inquire?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't even find this reason."

"Shame!"

Qin Yun said loudly, with a contemptuous expression, it can be said that he didn't give any face.

Mu Le and the others also cursed.

"That's right, shameless!"

"Eight fight one, if you can't beat them, you're still called a warrior, what kind of warrior?"

"Go away, good dog out of the way!"

Hearing this, A Yizu clenched his fists tightly, with blue veins on his forehead, he was furious.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the soldiers of the entire Ag tribe were furious, sharpening their knives secretly like a torrent that was about to gush.