They had completely understood that they did not have the ability to bargain with the outside world. Sometimes when faced with some old Yin comparisons, they had to help others count money when they were sold, so they still had to give Meng Zhao a certain degree of support.

Especially when facing the rebels, this kind of support can be maximized, and it is not impossible for them to be the last seat. In short, it is all for the Danchi clan.

Meng Zhao, who received the affirmative reply, also smiled. This time, he had no trace of performance and was happy from the bottom of his heart. As long as He Xin was willing to work hard, it was actually not far from success.

In fact, if the uncle and nephew of the Ji family had not made things too bad before, the possibility of success would be even greater.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, He Xin looked at Meng Zhao, hesitated for a while, and took the initiative to say,

"I want to ask Brother Lu to join me to convince me to go up to the top of the mountain. I wonder if it is feasible?"

This request cannot be rude, but it is also abrupt. At least the uncle and nephew of the Ji family were a little hesitant.

A single horse followed He Xin to the rebel camp. If this is a trap, a chance to remove nails, wouldn't it harm Meng Zhao?

But, in theory, they have been sending envoys to show their kindness. Now that they have made a decision to vote on each other, they have put forward two seemingly harsh conditions. If they don’t even have this sincerity, there may be little chance of doing this.

Sincerity is reflected. Only demanding but not giving, how can sincerity come from?

Without waiting for Meng Zhao to reply, Ji Zhenyun has already blurted out.

"It's better to do this. Lao He and I will return to the base to meet your peak and tell us about the situation."

As the leader of a clan, his safety is actually the first priority, because the Danchi clan needs him to be at the helm.

Such a dangerous thing should not be done by him. If Meng Zhao doesn't go, Ji Rufeng can also show sincerity.

In terms of identity, Ji Rufeng is not only his nephew and the future patriarch of the Danchi Ji family. He has this value and has convincing influence.

But, after all, this is his nephew and the future of his Danchi clan. He could not say that he was worried about Meng Zhao's safety, so he sent Ji Rulin out.

That's why he wanted to go there in person, and the leader of the clan went over to be a representative, which was enough to express his sincerity.

Ji Rulin immediately reacted and said excitedly,

"Uncle, you are the patriarch and shoulder the important tasks of the clan. How can you take risks? Let me go."

Meng Zhao was also a little moved when he saw the uncle and nephew fighting for the past and the next. No matter what the purpose was, it was a reality for the two of them to do his best, so he could only persuade him.

"Father-in-law, Brother Lin, since this matter was proposed by me and was responsible for the negotiations, I have to go, of course I have to go.

As for security, you don’t need to worry, even if there are many troops, I can come and go freely.”

He Xin couldn't help but feel curious when he saw the three of them performing, especially Meng Zhao's self-confidence that was filled with his body again and again.

"Haha, you three don't have to fight each other. Since I invite you, I will definitely be willing to be safe and will not harm you.

However, at this time, I couldn't help but become curious about Brother Lu's martial arts, and I wonder if I could open my eyes."

Before, Ji Rulin said that he was defeated by Lu Yang in one move, and said that he was very skilled in martial arts and was rampant, and praised him like a flower in his words.

He Xin couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is this little-faced person really such shocking martial arts?

He himself is also a strong man, and he is almost the same as Purple Butterfly's martial arts. He can win four or five games in ten battles, and he can be considered the upper-level combat power in the rebel camp.

The martial arts he practices are also quite powerful, and he can become a master at the highest level. Although he is not as good as those real magical skills, he can also be considered a top martial art.

Meng Zhao's face is tender and looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if he is older and twenty years old, he will start practicing martial arts since he was six years old. In more than ten years, how powerful can he be?

There are always many mediocre talents in this world and few geniuses. Like Chen Tianci, there are even fewer supreme geniuses who have shined on China from their wombs.

Meng Zhao thought for a moment when he heard this.

He didn't have any opinions or ideas about this person's temptation, but was just thinking about how much he should do.

Should we keep our hands a little bit, and be able to explain it to you if we are very different, or should we directly use the domineering power to suppress everything to make the other party afraid.

Soon, he made a decision that sooner or later, this power would be felt by the rebel camp, and it would be an important bargaining chip for his future battle for the power of the rebels. So he could tell him to see it first.

As soon as he thought of this, Meng Zhao nodded and said to He Xin,

"After taking the trick of eagle and insects, please give me some advice."

After saying that, he saw that he was filled with red fruit wine in the vacant wine glass without any haste.

As he fell into the air, a very special aura rose from the wine glass, and a frost-like coldness spread throughout the wooden building.

This chill is not real, it can make people feel the coldness of the blood and the ice becomes ice.

And it's just a feeling deep in my heart, thinking.

He Xin looked at Meng Zhao's move with interest, and could not see any moves or power, but spiritual practice and spiritual martial arts are definitely powerful hands among strong hands, not ordinary people.

The next moment, He Xin, Ji Zhenyun, Ji Rulin and the other two were present, and they suddenly saw the bright moon rising slowly, bright and flawless, shining with a bit of intoxicating in the coldness.

The moonlight is like wine. The more you see the moonlight, the stronger your intoxication.

At the same time, a sound like a frog croaking or a toad croaking came out. After the croaking, the bright moon in the eyes of the three people fluctuated. As a swaying ray of gurgling moon white light fell, the bright moon became smaller and smaller, and the white light of the moon gradually turned dark red.

When the special charm dissipated, the three of them still felt unsatisfied, as if they were already addicted to that illusory scene.

"Miao, Miao, Miao, is really a wonderful martial art. With this move alone, He was willing to give up the disadvantage. There are very few in our army.

Brother Lu is indeed a genius who can practice martial arts to such a superb level.”

Meng Zhao's move is actually the root of the magic to swallow the moon, but with wine as a medium and spiritual martial arts as a supplement, the three of them here will be brought into the artistic conception of the magical power that Meng Zhao understood.

What is reflected is definitely not how mysterious his moves are, how powerful and arrogant his power is, but what is simply that his realm is lofty, mysterious and mysterious.

In fact, this is the most rare.

The moves can be trained thousands of times and the skills can be accumulated continuously. Only this kind of practice and understanding of martial arts cannot be achieved simply by using hard work.

That must be achieved by talent and hard work.
Chapter completed!