It snowed in the Black Song League.

Perhaps it is the last snow this winter.

Countless people walked in the wind and snow and rushed to the royal court from all directions.

The Grandmaster Warriors Group of Kunlun Mountain has destroyed the White Dragon Alliance, and the heads of the two leaders have been cut down.

Sent to the Hei Song League overnight.

If the day dragon was killed, it is understandable.

But Bai Xiaolong, who was lying in the coffin, was smashed into the coffin and chopped off his head, was a bit inhumane.

However, because of this, the people of the Hei Song League are more concerned about the decision of the royal court.

The Zuoqiushan envoy has been to the Hei Song League for three days, and Zhang Jinsong has been ill and has not received him.

At today's court meeting, all the people with power in the Black Song League gathered here.

It is necessary to discuss a countermeasure.

Whether Zuoqiu Mountain or Kunlun Mountain is a certain idea.

"Brother Liu, what are your three families' opinions?"

A manager from a big family met Liu Zong and couldn't help asking.

The three major families have a great say in the Hei Song League.

If these small families can get news in advance, it will be of great benefit to the family.

"Old ghost, what are you saying? If you really make a decision, it will be the king's decision." Liu Zong snorted lightly, with a hint of harshness in his tone: "How can I be arrogant when I do things for the king? I am confused!"

"Yes, yes!" The old man quickly changed his words: "What Mr. Liu taught me is that I am confused."

After saying that, the man hurriedly left.

If he offends the Liu family, he can go back and prepare for his funeral.

In the royal court!

Crowded.

There were hundreds of people in the conference hall.

These people sat down on the left and right sides.

On the left are four royal families including Zhang Wanhong.

The three families of Bai, Zhao and Liu are headed on the right.

The two groups represent two forces, and the people sitting in front have the right to speak.

As for those standing behind, only obedience.

And the central committee of the conference hall!

Two warriors stood.

One of them is from Zuoqiushan, dressed in luxurious clothes and held a dragon-headed stick in his hand.

The dragon head rod represents authority!

Any messenger of the Zuoqiu Mountain can represent the Holy Lord with a dragon-headed stick.

This tradition was established by Li Shier at the time.

At the beginning, these dragon-headed rods were prepared for the supervisors to facilitate the supervisors to inspect various ministries and alliances.

But later, the envoy, as a diplomat in Zuoqiushan, also enjoyed the same treatment.

The envoy kept looking at the Kunlun Mountain warrior beside him, his eyes full of contempt.

Who are you?

A dignified holy envoy of all alliances!

But the guy in front of him looked vulgar, and even the warrior who was responsible for cleaning the toilet in Wanshan League was better than this guy.

That's it, why should you be on par with yourself?

"snort!"

The messenger of Zuoqiushan snorted and turned his head.

"The king is here!"

With a shout.

Zhang Jinsong wore a black dragon robe and a black dragon sword hanging around his waist. He strode to the throne and sat down slowly.

"I won't give a big gift today, I will only discuss matters!"

He stretched out his hand and signaled the people who stood up and saluted to sit down.

"Leader, I can't figure it out." Seeing Zhang Jinsong appear, Zuoqiushan messenger said with arrogance: "Let me ask, do you know the dragon-headed stick in my hand?"

As soon as these words were said, both the three major families and the royal family changed their expressions.

Come up and ask for guilt?

"Of course I know this. This is the golden dragon staff that symbolizes the Holy Lord. What advice does the Holy Envoy have?" Zhang Jinsong was not angry, but asked with a smile: "Please speak frankly."

"Hmph!" The messenger snorted coldly, and slapped the golden stick in his hand hard on the ground: "Since you know, you dare to refuse to see me because you are sick? Do you know, what does this mean?"

"Nothing! Holy envoy, you respect the king!" Zhang Wanbai stood up and looked unhappy: "This is the Hei Song Alliance. When the Holy envoy speaks, you should be smart. Otherwise, if any consequences occur, I am worried that the Holy Lord will punish you!"

The dignity of the royal family cannot be trampled on!

It was slapping all of them in the face in front of the entire tribe leader.

If it were four years ago, they might not dare to speak out.

But now, Kunlun Mountain is ready to move, and life in Zuoqiu Mountain is not that stable.

If someone rides on his head and shits at this time, and then defeats Kunlun Mountain in the future, what's wrong?

Can't they cut off their numbers and take their land?

"Hey hey, be careful when speaking." The Kunlun Mountain warrior patted Zuoqiu Mountain messenger's shoulder and frowned and said, "When you are in other people's territory, don't be too arrogant. You have finished all the things you should install, and everyone knows that you are good. Just stop when you see it, why are you still addicted?"

"Take your dirty hands away!"

The Zuoqiushan messenger pushed away the other party's hand impatiently, with disgust in his eyes: "What are you looking at me?"

"What, can't you think you can do it?" The Kunlun Mountain warrior drove the ducks to the shelves, and was already full of anger, but now he was even more angry!

His grandma's, I can't beat the West Tower, but I can't beat you?

"No! Who are you? What qualifications are you to look directly at this holy envoy?" Zuoqiushan envoy was angry.

After being neglected for three days, Zhang Jinsong shouldn't have killed the people from Kunlun Mountain directly when he came up. Showing his loyalty?

"Hey, I'm so furious!" The Kunlun Mountain warrior doesn't care whether you are a messenger or a messenger. When he came, Xilou told him that if he could kill the people from Zuoqiu Mountain, he would be able to survive!

He was worried that he wouldn't have a chance to start!

At that moment, he drew out the long sword and swung it out!

The messenger of Zuoqiushan widened his eyes, and he never expected that this vulgar martial artist would dare to kill someone in the royal court!

By the time he realized, his head had already landed on the ground.

Gulu.

Liu Zong swallowed.

Dead?

The messenger of Zuoqiushan was killed like this?

Zhang Wanhong even widened her eyes and subconsciously touched her nose.

Playing cards completely out of the ordinary!

The whole room was stunned.

Including Sima Wuji who was preparing to assassinate him.

Bai Sheng stretched out his hand, stopped Sima Wuji, and decided to wait and see what happened.

The sudden scene completely disrupted the Hei Song League plan.

Zhang Jinsong even wanted to listen to the conditions offered by the two companies.

But now, there seems to be no choice.

The Holy Envoy was killed, and Zuoqiushan's face was gone.

It would be too unwise to kill the people from Kunlun Mountain at this time.

Offending both ends is the scene that Hei Song League least wants to see.

"You..." Zhang Jinsong pointed at the Kunlun Mountain warrior, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"King, our commander asked me to convey a sentence." After the Kunlun Mountain warrior finished killing the man, he was very calm.

When he came, he had a determination to die.

But if he does not die, he will be considered a great contribution by killing a holy envoy.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Jinsong asked openly.

"Bai, Zhao, and Liu family are ready to assassinate you. The assassin who killed you is right behind them." After the warrior said that, everyone's eyes turned to the three major families.

"You are slandering!" Liu Zong stood up and drew his sword directly: "I will provoke my relationship with the king. I will kill you today!"
Chapter completed!