Author: Master Mo 159

Genghis Khan and Sangkun were the most important leaders of the camps on both sides of the court. As soon as Sangkun stood up, everyone present stopped their movements and looked at the two.

Although Hua Zheng, who was having a good time, was still not happy, she immediately stood up and took a glass of wine from the side and stood next to Genghis Khan.

Seeing this, Genghis Khan quickly stood up and said with a smile.

"Brother Sangkun is so polite. Hua Zheng comes and say hello to Uncle Sangkun."

Although Hua Zheng is usually unruly, she knows the general idea at this time. She immediately walked to Sang Kun to say hello.

"Hello Uncle Sankun."

"Hello, Hua Zheng's niece, what a good niece." Sang Kun said with a smile.

Sangkun's tone seemed very friendly, as if it was a family.

If ordinary people saw it, they would never have expected that Temujin and Sangkun would be mortal enemies in tribal development.

Then the two drank the wine in the glass. After saluting, Hua Zheng didn't say anything else and turned around and returned to the seat next to Guo Jing.

Genghis Khan smiled and shook his head and said, "The little girl is really ignorant. She doesn't know how to say a few more words to his uncle. Brother Sangkun hopes that he won't be surprised."

“Where do it.”

Sang Kun waved his hand, looking like he was not caring.

The strong wind then paused and continued.

"However, I met several heroes in the Great Jin Kingdom before. I believe I have watched a lot of these ordinary dances on weekdays. Why not call those heroes to show them to help you liven up?"

"Oh? This is actually happening." Temujin's face showed an interesting expression.

"Dushi, why don't you invite a few people to come?" Sangkun said to Dushi.

When Dushi heard this, he immediately replied.

"Affect the order."

The city stood up and clapped his hands.

"Several heroes, come out."

Hearing the clapping sound, four big men who were eating and drinking in a corner of the venue stood up.

The four great men came to the middle of the tent together, bowed to Sang Kun before saluting Temujin.

Everyone could not see clearly what these people looked like in the corner, but after these people came forward, everyone could see that although these four people were dressed in Mongolian clothes, they looked like Han people in terms of their appearance characteristics.

But when everyone looked at it carefully, they couldn't help but be surprised.

Because these people look so ugly. Although they are still quite burly, some have a few cheeks and some have sarcoma on their foreheads. In short, just one sentence, it’s so ugly.

When Guo Jing saw the faces of these people, he almost vomited out half of the apples he had eaten from his mouth.

There are so many heroes in the Central Plains martial arts world, but this bastard picked up these four things to come over? Are you the leader of a large tribe who doesn’t want to be face-saving? That is to say, if you want to find one, you have to find some handsome guys and beauties from the Xiaoyao Sect to be pleasing to the eyes. Guo Jing couldn’t help thinking.

But he didn't know if there was a Xiaoyao Sect in this world.

"Report to the two leaders, we are the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River." said the boss Shen Qinggang, the soul-breaking sword.

There is no regulation in the Mongolian camp that is not allowed to carry weapons, so they all hold their respective weapons.

Temujin obviously didn't expect these people to be so ugly, and he was shocked by the ugly faces of several people. But his heroic personality immediately made him return to his normal expression.

"Those guys, let's start performing." Temujin said with a smile. At the same time, his eyes looked in the direction of Guo Jing with a faint look, but he quickly took it back.

After receiving the reply, the four ghosts of the Yellow River did not talk much nonsense. They sneered and used their own weapons to spread out.

Although the few people look ugly, they are still people from the martial arts world with some reputations.

There is something unique in this Mongolian camp that does not practice martial arts much.

Without saying a word, the few people performed their entire lives.

After all, the Four Ghost Masters of the Yellow River is also a well-known sect.

After a few people's kung fu moves, they really played well.

No matter how effective the actual combat was, these exquisite martial arts and exquisite weapons used were amazed by the countless Mongolian generals present who had never practiced.

The four guards next to Genghis Khan Temujin looked at them and drew their swords.

They were upset when they saw several ugly-looking Han people in Sangkun's camp showing off their power here, so they immediately jumped up with their weapons.

"Chief, it's not interesting to have four people fighting with them by themselves. Why not join us and gesture together."

While speaking, the four personal guards beside Temujin pounced on them.

The four personal guards were all quite majestic among the Mongolians. The four of them rumbled up and immediately launched their formation, surrounding the four ghosts of the Yellow River in the middle.

When the four ghosts of the Yellow River saw that the people who were looking for trouble were coming, they were not frightened, so they raised their weapons and greeted them.

The eight people quickly started fighting.

Guo Jing sat on the chair, watching the situation change, and an idiom suddenly popped up in his heart.

Xiang Zhuang dances the sword intent in Pei Gong.

The martial arts master invited by Sang Kun is definitely not just a simple performance. Maybe it's just like the Hongmen Banquet. A few people suddenly rushed up and took down Genghis Khan directly.

Guo Jing looked at Hua Zheng who was watching the show.

Hua Zheng, a young girl in her seventeen or eighteen years, likes to watch these lively things. She is now applauding and applauding, and has no idea that his father is actually in danger.

The martial arts of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River are not very powerful, but for the four Mongolian men who don’t know any martial arts at all, they are already very high in martial arts.

In less than a few rounds, the four guards had been pressed under their hands and beaten.

The more the four guards fought, the harder they struggled, and the harder they struggled, and their faces showed extremely unbelievable expressions.

They are all elite soldiers and generals carefully selected among Mongolian soldiers. How could they face these four ordinary and ugly Han people, and they had no choice but to fight them, and they even had the tendency to be unable to defeat them.

They thought they could easily defeat the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River and save Sangkun and others.

Only then did they realize that although these people are ugly, they are capable.

"Hehe, boss, these Mongolian Tartars thought we were easy to bully, so they opened their eyes."

Qian Qingjian, one of the four ghosts of the Yellow River, sneered.

Shen Qinggang, the soul-breaking sword, also showed a bit of pride.

"Yes, I'll ask these Mongolian Tartars to learn the power of the Central Plains martial arts."

Then the Soul-Breaking Sword Shen Qinggang lowered his voice and ordered in a low voice,

"But don't worry, wait for Old Man Sangkun to send a signal. Let's quickly drop these soldiers and directly capture Temujin."

"After the matter is completed, the Jin Kingdom will give each of their brothers a high official, and then the people in the world will never dare to underestimate us."

While talking, the few people imagined the wonderful life that time, but couldn't help but sneer.

Hua Zheng couldn't help but ask Guo Jing,

"Are these people fine? Are they still smirking when fighting?"
Chapter completed!