The cold wind is like a knife.

Heavy snowfall.

The mighty Hun border guards galloped through the ice and snow.

On one of the horses, Master Kongkong was tied up on the horse's back with his head and feet down, like a rag bag.

There were several Hun border guards surrounding him, always on guard for Master Kongkong to wake up.

The front of the team.

An adjutant asked loudly: "Your Majesty, why don't you just kill this smelly monk instead of bringing him back to the camp?"

The hostility in the commander's chest had dissipated a lot. As he galloped away, he smiled strangely: "You can't kill me. This matter can only be decided by the queen!"

"Why?"

The adjutant was puzzled.

The leader waved his hand: "You don't need to ask more questions. Beings at this level shouldn't be something you and I can ask too much about!"

While he was talking, the wind and snow were raging in front of him.

The leader's tiger eyes showed fear and fear.

A seriously injured body, but at that moment, he took a strong breath and captured him in his hands.

He felt this kind of horror vividly.

As someone who has reached the threshold of understanding "qi" in martial arts, he knows exactly how difficult it was at that moment!

Even after he kicked Master Kongkong out in anger, his remaining sanity even made a thought appear in his mind: He is not worthy to deal with this monk!

Of course, more reasons are also the current situation of the Xiongnu!

The majestic and spacious camp is like a giant beast dormant in the ice and snow.

The border guard troops arrived at the gate of the camp in a mighty manner.

Without any hindrance, as the gate opened, the team rushed directly into the camp.

But in the military tent, a burly man wearing armor was already standing in front of the tent.

The cold light of the armor looked chilling in the wind and snow.

The burly man was about fifty years old, with a face full of vicissitudes of life. Years of facing the cold wind and snow had made his skin dry and chapped, but he still gave people a majestic and domineering feeling.

Rumble...

The patrolling troops came directly towards the big tent.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves galloping, a strange smile appeared on the face of the burly man.

When the war horses are approaching.

The commander jumped off the galloping horse, used his strength to offset part of the impact, quickly ran to the burly man, knelt down on one knee, and cupped his fists with both hands.

"I pay my respects to General Zakhasa and come back to resume his duties!"

"Where are the people?"

Zak Hasa stepped forward and helped the commander up with one hand, but when he saw the blood stains on the commander's chest, his face suddenly sank: "Are you injured?"

"That man did it!"

The commander turned around and pointed at Master Kongkong who was unconscious on his horse, and said with lingering fear: "The old monk was obviously seriously injured, and the flames of the candle were still alive, but he took a breath in an instant. With my strength, I can't even resist!

"

"Hiss~"

Zak Hasa took a deep breath and looked at the commander with a solemn gaze: "Timurong, are you really... can't even resist?"

The commander was a little embarrassed: "Although I don't want to admit it, the whole patrol army witnessed the scene at that time."

"Enter the camp!"

Zak Hasa ordered in a deep voice.

Timuron immediately turned around, picked up the unconscious Master Kongkong, and walked into the camp.

The sound of wind and snow subsided.

In the wide tent, weapon racks were erected around it, and there was a bonfire in the center, with flames dancing and heat waves dispelling the chill.

"Put him next to the bonfire." Zak Hasa sat down in front of the table.

Timuron threw Master Kongkong beside the bonfire.

The heat wave enveloped Master Kongkong, who was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his face, which was even covered with snow, was flushed red by the seal.

The big tent immediately fell silent.

Timurong looked embarrassed and said nothing.

Zak Hasa, who was sitting down, looked at Master Kongkong with his eyes and said in surprise: "At such an age, I am already so angry that I can still survive in the wind and snow. My vitality is really terrifying."

Immediately, Zakhasa raised his head and looked at Timuron with a deep gaze: "Timurong, you have not let me down, and you are worthy of me considering you as my heir. My hard work is not in vain."

Timurong showed a grateful look, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "If the general hadn't shown his love and granted me this opportunity, how could Timuron have understood the threshold of Qi in such a short period of time."

"This is also Queen Xi Xing's gift to the entire Xiongnu."

Zak Hasa showed a look of awe.

He... was a member of the former Xiongnu Tianlang Yuan!

I was also fortunate enough to gain insight into the seventy-two Heavenly Wolf martial arts bodies.

It's just that my qualifications are dull and the results of my understanding are not satisfactory.

But he never expected that after all the earth-shattering changes in the Xiongnu, the newly appointed Queen Xi Xing, who ascended the throne, would have such a far-reaching ambition.

The seventy-two Heavenly Wolf Martial Arts bodies are opened for more people to comprehend. This is the first time in the long history of the Xiongnu!

As a member of the Tianlang Academy, everyone knows that the seventy-two Heavenly Wolf martial arts bodies are the solid foundation of the Xiongnu over the long years. It is precisely because of the inheritance of the essence of this kind of martial arts that the Xiongnu can survive even under the refinement of time.

, has declined to such an extent, but can still stand at the top of the pyramid among hundreds of tribes outside the territory.

Therefore, after King Xixing’s order was issued, Zakhasa immediately submitted a letter of recommendation because he liked Timurong. Timurong was able to reach the threshold of understanding “Qi” so quickly precisely because of his understanding of heaven.

Wolf martial arts body!

"What the general taught me is that Queen Xixing's ambition and structure are the best in the history of the Huns."

Timuron's face was full of awe, and he clenched his right fist and placed it on his heart.

"Until the end, no one can conclude everything that Queen Xi Xing has done. There is still a long way to go."

Zak Hasa said solemnly.

Although the successive royal orders issued by Xi Xing shocked the past and set a precedent in the history of the Xiongnu, whether they can save the building from collapse will have to pass the test of time.

Timurong paused for two seconds and looked at Master Kongkong on the ground: "However, he is from the territory. Is it really appropriate for us to keep his life and report it to Queen Xixing?"

"If you are seriously injured, you can be captured by force with one breath. Looking at the Xiongnu, how many people can do that?"

Zak Hasa smiled bitterly: "For such a being, even if he is a native of the territory, his life and death should be decided by the queen. You can capture him and bring him back. You are doing the right thing!"

After receiving the affirmation, Timuron's expression softened a little.

at this time.

There was a voice outside the big tent.

"General, the Queen's order!"

"Come in!" Zak Hasa looked solemn.

An army communications officer walked in and said directly: "The Queen ordered that he be sent back to the Thirteen Sirius Cities immediately to ensure his survival!"

"good."

Zak Hasa waved his hand, and after the communications officer walked out of the tent, he smiled and said: "With this Queen's order, what you did is even more correct!"

The words just fell.

Master Kongkong, who fell next to the campfire, suddenly coughed and woke up.

Zak Hasa and Timuron immediately looked solemn.

In the flash of lightning, Timurong suddenly stepped forward, his solemn expression suddenly became cruel, he raised his foot and kicked Master Kongkong on the head.

Master Kongkong, who had just woken up, groaned again and woke up again.

Zakhasa looked confused: "Timurong, the Queen's order is to ensure that he survives. He is already dying, and you kick him. Are you crazy?"

Timuron was suddenly startled and scratched his head in fear.

"General, the humble position is true. It is true that this old monk has a shadow on the humble position. He is too strong. It feels safe to be in a coma."
Chapter completed!