The next morning, the clan leaders of the Xingluo tribes arrived.

In addition to Zhuolun, there were eight patriarchs. At the beginning of the meeting, each of them rushed to express their views. The scene was comparable to the debate meeting on earth.

Due to language barriers, the words said by the patriarchs had to be translated by Ayina. In the first half of the meeting, Liu Mo remained silent throughout the whole process and listened to everyone's opinions.

I didn't know if the meeting was not opened, but it suddenly became clear as soon as I opened. The last time the Zhou Dynasty borrowed the Xingluo, I couldn't blame Zhuo Lun for not being on his head.

Conservatively estimated, at least half of the Xingluo clan leader said that it doesn’t matter who is the Zhou Dynasty or Daxia.

Jijiu, Liu Mo was upset.

Ayana was also complaining about this. "The Zhou vanguard troops have invaded Xingluo, less than three days away from Irle. These people are still in the mood to quarrel, which is really annoying!"

Good guy, the vanguard troops have arrived?

The journey of three days is to calculate the marching speed according to Xingluo's terrain, which is only a hundred miles away!

The enemy is facing each other, and they don’t want to unite to retreat, and they are still in the mood to debate here. It’s so fucking that it’s inexplicable.

Suddenly, when a patriarch with one ear was missing, Ayana's face changed.

"Ayana, what's wrong? What did he say?" Liu Mo asked uneasily.

"He...he said..." Ayana stopped talking.

After saying this, the patriarch looked at Liu Mo maliciously.

What do you want to do with this expression? Liu Mo seemed to have guessed something.

"Sir, this guy suggested that Xingluo stand in the Zhou Dynasty and help them destroy Daxia!" Tang Die said directly and gave the answer.

What a good guy, you have gained your skills. In front of me, you want to stand in front of Zhou Chao?

Liu Mo subconsciously held his hand towards the hilt of the sword, "I'm chopping you up for such a stupid thing!"

The next second, Ayana stretched out her hand and grabbed him. "Brother Liu, no! This is my Xingluo Holy City..."

After this plan was proposed, King Xingluo's camp suddenly became noisy.

Liu Mo lost his patience. He took Ayana's hand and said to her: "Come with me and help me translate."

After saying that, he led Ayana to the middle, "Shut up everyone!" he shouted sternly.

As soon as this statement was spoken, even if the language was not clear, everyone could guess the content.

"This sentence does not need to be translated." Liu Mo reminded Ayana.

The patriarch with one ear immediately pointed at Liu Mo's nose and started to curse.

"Tang Die, if this man is whispering, pull off his other ear for me!" Liu Mo roared in a low voice with murderous intent on his face.

The words were translated and the man was so angry that he stamped his feet.

"Tang Die, do it!"

With Liu Mo's order, Tang Die flashed and appeared beside the man.

"Ah..." Everyone screamed, and they looked at each other and saw that the patriarch, who was one head taller than Tang Die, was being grabbed at the ear and pulled towards the ground.

"Brother Liu, you..." Ayana pulled Liu Mo's hand in surprise, "This is a holy city, you can't face each other with swords!"

"Don't worry, you will definitely not break the rules!" Liu Mo spread his hands, "Tang Die is just digging his earwax."

"Yes, Lord Liu, it's such a big piece!" Tang Die said, increasing his strength, and the man screamed in pain.

Everyone was shocked because Tang Die was so fast that no one saw her movements clearly, and the patriarch was already subdued.

"Zolun, is this your son-in-law? He used force in the sacred Irles?"

After listening to the translation, Liu Mo smiled faintly, "Do your ears itch?"

After Ayana retweeted the words, the man who raised the question suddenly lost his temper.

"Mo'er, let her stop, this is my Xingluo Holy City after all." Zhuolun spoke.

Liu Mo waved his hand, and Tang Die stopped immediately.

"I don't want to waste too much talk. Do you want to watch the fire from the other side of the river, or choose to stand on the Zhou Dynasty without interfering." Liu Mo continued, "But I have something to say today. When I finish packing up the enemy troops of the Zhou Dynasty, I will immediately assemble the Daxia Iron Cavalry.

Take you out of your house and hang it as the one who bears the oath, I promise!"

One of the patriarchs cursed and threw a can of wine into the fire. He whispered his beard and yelled.

Ayana translated it. Liu Mo knew that the man said that he was just a young and young villain, and that he had probably even peed green. Someone stepped forward to persuade him, but he pushed him to the ground. Then he kicked over the table and almost drew his sword to the death.

However, Liu Mo just whispered Tang Die's name. The next second, the man fell to the sky.

"Zhuolun, look at what this kid is doing? He has no right to interfere with my Xingluo's affairs."

"That's right!"

Seeing this, Liu Mo smiled, "Ayana, yesterday you told me, does Xingluo hold a tribal meeting every three years?" He asked, "It's been exactly three years this year!"

"Brother Liu, do you want to?" Ayana's heart trembled. "No, no!"

The tribal meeting Ayana mentioned is simply that each tribe sends the strongest warrior, without wearing armor or weapons, and relies entirely on his own body to conduct a life-saving duel.

The last winning tribe will become the king of Xingluo and command Xingluo.

Liu Mo knew that whether it was just relying on his mouth to escape or his own three thousand cavalry, he would definitely not be able to convince everyone.

And this tribal conference is the best opportunity.

What Ayana was worried about was that she had seen Liu Mo take action. Although she was "strong", if she lost the help of armor and magic weapons, she would definitely not be able to defeat other Xingluo warriors.

When Liu Mo's words were translated to other tribe patriarchs, everyone burst into laughter.

In their eyes, the thin Liu Mo was just a bronze slag, and he was so arrogant that he wanted to attend the tribal conference?

"Hey, Ayina, tell your little face that you can't wear armor and send your subordinates."

"His entourage is good, but unfortunately he is a woman."

After listening to the translation, Liu Mo smiled faintly, "Is my identity not enough? Ayina's husband, Zhuolun's son-in-law!"

"Boy, I advise you not to seek death by yourself."

"Hmph, the warriors of my tribe will break one of your legs, haha. Ayana, you will become a widow with a husband!"

"Zhuolun, even if this kid is qualified, the time is not right. The conference will be held in May!"

Listening to their words, Zhuo Lun frowned, then suddenly stood up, "I voluntarily give up the position of King Xingluo!" He announced, "According to the rules, if King Xingluo is vacant, the tribal meeting can be held in advance!"

"Brother, are you crazy?" Huo Ayi shouted, "This kid cannot win. We have to wait for Ayina's brother to come back. He is my strongest warrior in Xingluo!"

"What you say is poured out, the water you poured out." A clan leader laughed, "Zhuolun, you can't speak without trust!"

Zhuolun's face darkened, "I, Zhuolun, have always been talking about the nine stalks!" He said, "Now the enemy is in front of me, I suggest holding a tribal meeting tomorrow."

"Haha, this is what you said!" Another patriarch laughed happily, as if he was the first to be the new king of Xingluo.

Seeing this, Liu Mo grinned and a group of stupid people. "No need to wait for tomorrow, what about tonight?" he said loudly.

"What? Tonight?"

"Yes, just tonight!"

"Hahaha, Zhuolun, it was your son-in-law who recommended it himself. Let's hold a tribal meeting tonight!"
Chapter completed!