The Zhantan tribe was right in front of us, and someone had already reported it.
In this way, as soon as they arrived at the city gate, some people were greeted.
These people's hair is scattered around their shoulders, their eyes are full of wildness, they are all dressed in leather, they are strong and tall, some carry swords on their backs, some have big swords, and some have thin swords hanging on their waists. These people exude a special temperament.
Arrogant and unruly!
It is not difficult to see that in order to show respect to the Martial Saint, the Zhantan tribe sent their clan masters to greet them.
"Are you from the Zixuan Sect?" The leader was in his twenties. He had a gold hoop on his head and a thin sword on his waist. His eyes were a little distant and he seemed to have a kind of arrogance.
Dongfang Boda clasped his fists and said: "It turns out that the young prince personally greeted us, which really flatters us. We are disciples of the Zixuan Sect, and we came here today hoping to meet King Zhantan!"
The young prince nodded and said: "Zixuan Sect and we have always had a good relationship. However, in these extraordinary times, I wonder why you are looking for my father?"
Dongfang Bodao: "Our Zixuan Sect wants to negotiate a deal with King Zhantan. I think King Zhantan will definitely consider this deal carefully!"
When the young prince saw that Dongfang Boda did not answer his question directly, he frowned slightly and said a little unhappy: "What kind of deal? Can't I, the young prince, listen?"
Dongfang Boda knew something bad was going on. This young prince was famous for being arrogant and stingy. If he didn't tell him, he would really never see King Zhantan. But if he told him, according to his narrow vision, he would definitely not take advantage of him.
The man wearing a cannon might even drive people away in public, but he can't see King Zhantan either. What should he do?
While he was hesitating, he heard Mo Wuxie speak up. He said, "Young prince, right? Our Captain Bo didn't tell you because he was afraid that you wouldn't be able to take charge!"
When the young prince saw Mo Wuxie talking, he felt very unhappy. Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, he grasped the hilt of his sword, straightened his waist, looked at him squarely, and said, "Is there anything that I can't decide? You
Let’s talk about it?”
It is said that it is better to challenge a general than to provoke him, and this is what Mo Wuxie used. After a short conversation, he had already guessed the arrogance and arrogance of this young prince. If you say that he is not good, he may get angry with you.
Mo Wuxie said: "Little Prince, are you disrespecting us by talking about a deal here? If you want to talk about this deal, listen to the content, so you have to be sincere!"
The young prince raised his hand and said: "Dear friends of the Zixuan Sect, please come to the palace to have a talk!"
His attitude changed, and Mo Wuxie felt that this guy deserved a beating.
Dongfang Boda thought that even entering the city would be a problem, but he didn't expect Dongfang Lan to do it all at once. His admiration for him suddenly deepened, and he was even more certain that Dongfang Lan would support him a lot in the future.
The eight Martial Saints behind him had big opinions on Dongfang Boda. First, as senior brothers, they were not qualified to speak in such a formal occasion. Second, Dongfang Boda had no confidence at all in speaking, and he was so humble that they allowed them to do so.
They feel useless and have lost the face of Zixuan Sect. Thirdly, they think Dongfang Lan has quite aura and is reliable!
Mo Wuxie didn't know what they were thinking. If he knew, he wouldn't know what to think.
However, he naturally caught the changes in their expressions through his peripheral vision!
They walked along this avenue for half an hour before they stood in front of the glittering golden palace.
However, they did not enter this palace. This magnificent palace should be more accurately called the City Lord's Palace. What they entered was the young prince's palace.
The young prince's palace is naturally not as grand and majestic as the city lord's palace, but it also has the style of a tribe.
Entering the courtyard through the gate, you will see a straight road paved with white stones. On both sides of the straight road are practice venues, filled with various equipment. There is an arch bridge in the middle of the straight road, and on both sides are rockeries with strange rocks, and a clear spring water falls from the top.
It fell on the rocks and splashed with scattered water, making a ding-dong-ding-dong sound. In the river, there were several ornamental fish of different colors swinging leisurely.
Just this rockery made Mo Wuxie secretly praise it. Although it was not as good as the Mo Duke's Mansion, it was still good. At least it showed that the owner here knew how to enjoy it.
At the end of the straight road is a group of buildings. These buildings are just like the buildings in the martial arts empire, with arched roofs and pavilions, and they are quite regular.
Enter the living room and take your seats in order of priority.
After cups of fragrant tea were served, the young prince looked at Mo Wuxie and said with a smile: "Now, can I listen to your deal? I still don't believe it. In my Zhantan tribe, there are things I can't do.
host!"
Mo Wuxie glanced at the crowd, looked at the young prince and said solemnly: "Since this matter is of great importance, I think it should be kept a secret if the least we know about it, don't you think so?"
The young prince felt that what he said made sense. After waving his hand, all his followers retreated. Little did he know that he had already stepped into the trap that Mo Wuxie had devised.
"Is it okay now?" the young prince asked a little eagerly.
Mo Wuxie nodded and said: "Since the young prince is so easy to talk to, let me get to the point. It's like this, our Zixuan Sect plans to borrow the red cannon of the Zhantan tribe. Of course, we can't borrow your red cannon in vain.
Yi Dapao, our Zixuan Sect master has authorized us to exchange favors with him!"
Mo Wuxie stopped talking and looked at the young prince.
The young prince was indeed in a dilemma. He frowned, then stood up and walked back and forth.
"What does Zixuan Sect's favor mean?" the young prince asked after Mo Wuxie.
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "The power of the whole sect!"
The young prince showed joy and asked again: "Does it mean that you, the Zixuan Sect, can do whatever I ask you to do?"
Mo Wuxie nodded and said: "That's exactly the case, but it's just one time, including our sect leader's action!"
The young prince was overjoyed and said: "In that case, let's make a deal!"
The young prince had just agreed when he suddenly thought of something and became embarrassed and said: "No, I still can't make the decision. This needs to be decided by my father. Do you think you can rest in our Zhantan tribe for a while?"
Mo Wuxie said: "Of course there is no problem, but can't King Zhantan make a decisive decision immediately?"
The young prince shook his head and said: "My father has gone to the barbarians to discuss some matters, and he will not return until about three days!"
Therefore, they temporarily hosted the young prince's mansion.
Mo Wuxie is thinking about how powerful the red cannon is. It can be seen that the favor of the Zixuan Sect is not as good as the red cannon. Therefore, the red cannon is a top priority for both the Zixuan Sect and the Zhantan tribe.
Heavy weapon.
Where is the red cannon? He can't find it now because the Zhantan tribe is too big and he can't find it unless someone leads the way. As long as he sees the red cannon, as long as he can touch the red cannon, he will
Can transport this dangerous thing into the tomb of the gods and take it away without anyone noticing!
It's quiet at night.
Mo Wuxie walked out of Dongfang Boda's room and found the other eight martial saints.
The eight martial saints were dissatisfied with Dongfang Boda and were discussing things together. When they saw Mo Wuxie suddenly walk in, they all pretended to discuss other things and talked nonsense, but the look in their eyes betrayed them!