Chapter 72 The humiliation of the saint

Shaohao Palace. The bonfires on the square outside the hall are blazing, and the dry pine bonfires are burning vigorously. The shelves above are full of pheasants and beef and sheep meat. The fat is constantly dripping into the fire, making a squeaky sound, and the fragrance of meat is flying. The soldiers of the two races sat around the bonfire, and a jar of wheat wine was poured into pottery bowls, wooden bottles, and open gourds. The soldiers shouted and drank.

The hall is much more elegant. In the middle are several cases of Dong Yuejun. He sits on a gorgeous white tiger skin. The bronze statue in front of him is full of wheat wine. On several cases, there are two three-legged pottery, steaming, cooking delicious venison and sea clams, which are a specialty of the East China Sea, and a plate of wheat cakes in the middle.

His next head is two columns of cases. The senior officials of the Jintian tribe and the Qingyang tribe sit on both sides, and everyone is piled up with food products of Yanggu specialties. Sang Mingyu, Ai Sang, Bai Miao and Xu Di were also allowed to accompany them in the last seat.

At this time, both sides laughed happily and had already drunk a lot of wine. They talked about the past, which caused laughter from time to time. Dong Yuejun has been looking at Jiang Xuan, the Marquis of Qingyang. Seeing that he was less than 30 years old, he was calm and his words were quite demeanor. He left seven points of room for drinking and talking. It was expected that he was a smart, deep and wise person, but sometimes he deliberately made an empty expression and couldn't help sighing, "Qingyang Guhou has a queen!" It seems that the Qingyang tribe is just around the corner in your hands.

"Your praise is that the little nephew can keep his ancestors' family business, and it is not easy to protect the people's lives and happily. What's the matter?" Jiang Xuan looked at Ji Meng Tang with a smile, "Brother Meng has high military power, magnificent temperament, and the most heroic spirit of his father. It's really good to inherit the Jintian tribe. In the future, my brothers will join hands, Qingyang and Jintian will become a brother's family, which is not easy for a hundred generations."

Ji Mengtang ranked sixth among the guardians of wood in the golden sky tribe. Naturally, he can be called "high force". However, this person is rough and only brute force, but he despises scheming. At most, he can be called "grand body", but he can't talk about his temperament. However, his straightforwardness was quite popular with Dong Yuejun. Hearing this, Dong Yuejun laughed, but Xun Jizi was quite tasteless. He had already drunk, and he just looked at the saint's admiration. At this time, he looked at Jiang Xuan with more disdain.

"Father." Xun Jizi suddenly smiled and said, "I think there is another first-class immortal figure in this Qingyang tribe."

"Oh?" Dong Yuejun was stunned and said with a smile, "Ji Zi, let's talk about it, but Mr. Kong Ren? That's true."

"Mr. Kong Ren's wisdom and martial arts are all a moment's choice, but his son's words are not him." Xun Jizi pointed to the saint of Jiang Xuan and smiled, "In the Qingyang tribe, the really great person is the saint."

Everyone was stunned. Looking at the peerless face of the saint's ice-carved jade, they couldn't help nodding one after another and shouting for reason. Xun Jizi laughed and drank all the wine in his respects. When he got another one, he staggered and stood up: "I really admire the saint. Let's take this good wine and respect the saint!"

The people in the hall have not yet realized that Xun Jizi has come to the saint's case and raised his glass to respect each other. The saint was helpless. She got up and raised the wine and said lightly, "The little woman can't beat the wine. Thank you, young master."

"Oh, how can I drink like this?" Xun Jizi grabbed the saint's wine master, handed over his wine master, and smiled, "I sighed that the beautiful woman couldn't get up, and I was sad and sad. Now that the saint has entered the door of the witch, she is separated from me forever. If time is reincarnated, I, Xun Jizi, would like to pour out the treasures of the valley and serve under the feet of the saint every day. Alas--"

With a long sigh, he drank all the wine of the saint.

The saint's face suddenly turned pale, and there was silence in the hall. Everyone was stunned. Even Dong Yuejun opened his mouth wide, as if she hadn't heard his son clearly. Ai Sang even screamed and hurriedly covered his mouth. What was the consequence of insulting the saint? All the people in the wilderness didn't have to think about it. Sang Mingyu patted her arm, smiled faintly, and looked at the field.

"Bold!" Jiang Xuan beat the respect in his hand on several cases, smashed it into powder, jumped up, and pushed Xun Jizi away from the saint a few feet away.

The saint reacted at this time. Her little mouth flattened, and her eyes turned red.

Kong Ren suddenly laughed twice, stood up slowly, and arched his hand to Dong Yuejun: "Hey hey, Dong Yuejun taught his son well! Good son! Today's humiliation of the saint is the great humiliation of my Qingyang tribe for a hundred years. Kong Ren is not talented. He is willing to follow the rules of the wilderness and splash five steps with Xun Jizi!"

This is a life-and-death decision according to the rules of the wilderness.

"Ji Zi!" Dong Yuejun was so angry that he threw Jiu Zun on Xun Jizi's body.

Xun Jizi was directly thrown in front of Ji Mengtang's cases. He stood up dizzy, got another drunk, and shouted in surprise, "Father..." Suddenly, the wine surged up and fell to the ground again.

Dong Yuejun was ownerless for a while. According to the rules of the wilderness, the humiliated party proposed a duel, and the other party could not refuse in any case. Moreover, the matter was wrong on his own side, and the Qingyang tribe was a guest from afar. However, if he agrees to a duel, his son is drunk and obviously let him die. Even if the duel wins, since the covenant of life and death is made, Kong Ren will definitely die, and the deep hatred between the two clans will be concluded. How about this? Dong Yuejun couldn't wait to slap Xun Jizi seventy or eighty times.

"What should I do about this?" Dong Yuejun's face was as heavy as water. He looked at the witch rites and said.

Wu Li looked at the saint with complicated eyes, showing deep thought. He hesitated for a moment and suddenly said lightly, "The song is in me. Since the other party proposed a duel, I don't want to be unreasonable."

Dong Yuejun sighed and said nothing.

"Brother Kong," a burly man suddenly stood up on the table. He was a plagiarism and condensed like an abyss. He bowed his hand to Kong Yiyi. "My young gentleman is drunk and can't wake up. Brother Kong must have seen it. If you are rude when you are drunk, although you are at fault, you will not necessarily die, right? Gui is not talented. I am willing to wait for my young king to fight. If I am defeated by Brother Kong, I would rather die and apologize to the saint!"

Kong Ren took a look at it, but he was the first master of the guardian of wood. This man is famous and has both wisdom and courage. He is the first master of the wood system under the king of Dongyue. He knows that with his own martial arts, he wants to win and return to Chu's difficulties, but he is not afraid. He nodded and said, "My brother's words are important. Kong came to protect the saint. Now the saint is humiliated, if not If you can get justice, Kong Wuyan will return to Qinghua City again.

Dong Yuejun knew Gui Yan Chu's temper. He couldn't help sweating coldly. He knew that Gui Yan Chu intended to exchange his life for the peace of the two races, but he lost Gui Yan Chu, and Yang Gu was equivalent to breaking an arm! He couldn't help sighing, "Yan Chu, go away. I have no way to teach my son. If I cause trouble, how can I be replaced by others? It's better for me to learn Lord Kong's unique skills!"