Comprehensive martial arts: Beimang Ziyihou, the start is poisonous and mute Xu Xiao

On the Longchuan prairie.

The flags of the tribes fluttered in the wind.

Today is the day of the selection of the king of the Southern Courtyard.

It's very lively.

Many people from large, medium, and small tribes came.

There are those who cheer for the contestants.

"Whew!".

There are also other small tribes to visit.

After all, it is the best young talents from the major tribes who participate.

If the women of these small tribes can be favored by the Junda of these big tribes.

That's the day they'll soar.

After all, there is no question of tribal annexation on the steppe.

Big fish eat small fish, big tribes swallow small tribes.

It is also very common.

And this time, I heard that the son of the Murong royal family will also participate.

Nature attracted the women of the grassland one after another.

The women on the grassland are hot and unrestrained, and will take the initiative to confess their hearts to the man they like.

"Knock knock!".

Drums beat in unison.

"The Empress has arrived!".

Empress Murong walked out in a simple dress.

"See the Empress!" everyone said in unison.

Young talents from all tribes entered the venue one after another.

"Wanyan tribe, Wanyan Aguda!".

A rugged boy in a mink coat rode out.

"It's a Guta of the Wanyan tribe, he's so handsome!".

"Akuta!".

A crowd of prairie women cheered.

"Next, the Yelu tribe, Yelu Yangtai. "

As soon as the young man on the white horse appeared, there was countless applause.

Naturally, it is favored by many women.

"Helian tribe, Helian Peng. "

He smiled at his little fans.

"Sister, Helian Peng is smiling at me, is he taking a fancy to me. "

"The is committed again, I really convince you. "

"Next, Murong Tribe, Murong Sheng!".

"It's Katsukomi!".

"Katsukomi, I'm here!".

As soon as Murong Sheng appeared, he immediately compared everyone else.

Wanyan Ah Gu scolded: "A little white face!".

Helian Peng kept smiling.

But from his smile, it can be seen that he should be a very hypocritical person.

As for Yelu Yangtai, he is dismissive.

This time, with the secret treasure of the clan, he will definitely be able to sit firmly in the position of the king of the Southern Courtyard.

"The competition begins!".

"Slow!".

Dong Cheng hurriedly spoke.

"What's the matter?" the empress asked Dong Cheng with a frown.

Dong Cheng immediately spoke.

"Ziyihou, haven't come yet. "

When everyone heard Dong Cheng's words, they immediately threw a roll of their eyes at him.

Dong Cheng, an old horseman, didn't come if he didn't come, what are you doing with one more mouth.

Dong Cheng doesn't care about this, Ziyi can't wait, wouldn't it be a waste of his good intentions to kill people with a knife.

Moreover, he expected that Zi Yihou would definitely live up to his good intentions.

Wanyan said loudly and roughly: "Don't you become a purple waiter, you are afraid that you can't do it, and you don't dare to come to say a letter, do you say it?" "

The people of the Wanyan tribe immediately laughed.

"Yes!".

"It's rude. "

After Yan Aguda, he asked loudly: "Elder Dong, this Purple Yi Hou beheaded Dong Zhuo, why do you still want to protect and help the Purple Yi Hou so much?"

Don't look at his rugged outside, but he's not a fool either.

Dong Cheng wanted to use these big tribes to attack Ziyihou, but they didn't see through it, they just didn't say it.

Moreover, as a big tribe with hundreds of years of inheritance, could it be that they would be afraid of a hairy boy who came out of nowhere?

What identity, what background, can you compare with them?

They didn't pay much attention to Qin Mu at all.

Although the single combat power of the purple clothes is very strong.

But no matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak, can he win 10,000, can he win 100,000?

Can you win 200,000?

Now, let these big tribes wait for one, the leader of the Red Feather Battalion gathered from the broken tribes from all directions, Purple Yihou.

Naturally, they feel that it is very cheap.

What kind of crooked melons and cracked dates are in the Red Feather Camp.

Those were scattered tribes.

No tribe is complete.

For example, if you drive a luxury car, but you wait for a person who picks up rags to compete together, the person who drives a luxury car is naturally not happy.

This is an extra loss of face for him.

Take your broken three wheels and touch my Rolls Rains?

A drain goes over a bend and it just throws you away.

At this moment, the big tribes on the steppe are exactly this mentality.

Qin Mu's Red Feather Camp was naturally a world of difference between Breaking Three Wheels and Rolls Lams in their eyes.

The

empress couldn't see any expression on her face, and said coldly: "Then give Ziyi another time to wait for half a pillar of incense, and if he doesn't show up again, then cancel his name." "

In her heart, she actually didn't want Ziyi to participate.

After all, Ziyihou brought her too many shocks.

Step by step, it has reached the point where she is about to lose control.

Ziyi Hou can only be suitable to be a sharp knife in her hand, but she can't make him a person who uses a sharp knife.

Moreover, this time someone from her Murong family also ran for election.

She naturally hoped that Murong Sheng of the Murong family would be able to sit in the position of the king of the Southern Courtyard.

In this way, the throne of her Murong family can sit firmly.

Because recently, there have been some rumors on Beimang.

Therefore, she was already ready to start attacking Bei Liang in her heart.

Transform internal contradictions into external contradictions.

This is conducive to the stability of her country.

Moreover, she is also ruthless to Bei Liang.

Wanyan didn't want to wait for a few minutes, and accused: "This purple-clothed candidate really treats himself as a character, let us wait here for so long." "

"He's something!".

"If he dares to come, I will cut him off in a moment. "

Let's talk.

Here, a procession appeared on the hillside.

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