"Okay, you're welcome. What about the other tribal leaders?" Zhou Jian asked again.

"There are so many people coming."

"Very good!" Zhou Jian was not afraid, but happy. He was not in a hurry to leave the place of exile because he wanted to integrate the scattered forces here. If he had to convince them one by one, it would take a lot of time. It would be best to do it together.

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With that said, he picked up the porridge made by Yueyao, raised his head and drank it all, wiped his mouth, and quickly explained: "Yueyao is in the tent, don't run around."

"Okay, third brother, be careful!" Yueyao's face suddenly became nervous.

"Don't worry!" Zhou Jian ran away quickly, leaving these words in the distance.

"..."

The Land of Exile, south of Monan, is a land of thousands of miles of yellow sand. Barrenness and wilderness are synonymous with this place. Outside the territory of the Muda tribe, there are already rolling sands, stands of scimitars, and wind and clouds.

At least tens of thousands of barbarians came on horseback with great force.

Such a big movement quickly attracted a large number of tribes to come to watch. They had heard a little bit about the Changyue Tribe and the Muda Tribe, and they were talking about it.

Zhou Jian arrived, took one look, and was slightly frightened. No wonder Du Ye and others were afraid of the Changyue tribe and were exiled here. They actually had more than 10,000 troops equipped with scimitars, stirrups, etc.

"Du Ye, get out!"

An explosive roar resounded through the yellow sand. It was a burly barbarian with scars on his face and hair on his chest. His long beard had not been trimmed for an unknown period of time. He wore an agate pendant on his forehead. Looking at his straight facial features,

It is somewhat similar to Changdongli.

Du Ye glanced at Zhou Jian, then rode out and said in a deep voice: "Chang Yi, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? What do you want to do? After arresting my own son and inviting so many tribal leaders, do you want to attack our Changyue tribe?" Changye roared, his voice like a bell.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of soldiers behind him started shouting, and the situation was about to get out of control in an instant.

Duye's forehead was covered with sweat. He seemed to be unable to handle this situation, so he could only look to Zhou Jian for help.

Zhou Jian was dressed in black, and his beard did not look sloppy, but was very masculine. He rode out of the formation slowly at this moment: "Long drag, right?"

"Chang Dongli is doing evil outside, trespassing into the Muda tribe's territory, and wants to take action. I suppress him. Is it reasonable?"

The neither salty nor bland voice, coupled with the outstanding aura, quickly became the focus of the audience!

"Who is he?" A tribal leader frowned.

"I've never heard of this person, Du Ye is actually following him!"

"A fight is about to begin, but Duye hasn't said what Dunhuang's plan is yet."

"Let's take a look first."

"..."

Chang Yi's fierce eyes locked on Zhou Jian for a moment, and he did not hide his anger: "Who do you think you are, you dare to arrest the heir of this king? It's not your turn to make the decision in this piece of yellow sand, let him go immediately, otherwise

You bear the consequences at your own risk!”

bass!

He directly pulled out the machete, without saying much, and with a sense of recklessness.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of people from the Changyue tribe drew their swords, roaring incessantly, and their war horses were about to move. A dark cloud now covered the scorching sun in the sky, making the earth darker.

Many tribesmen retreated for fear of being affected.

Du Ye and others were nervous and had made all preparations.

"Oh? Do you want to start a war with all of us?" Zhou Jian said calmly.
Chapter completed!