"Hmph, what can't you say here? I have to go in. Could it be that you have any conspiracy?!" Chang Yi shouted, which made many tribe lords suspicious.

Zhou Jian was calm and said lightly: "One of you more than 20 tribes, one of them spits, and the entire Muda tribe will be wiped out. What do you think I dare to do to you?"

"You are afraid, you don't have to follow in. If you want to know the news, then come in."

After saying that, he left casually and entered the hinterland of the tribe.

"This bastard!" In an instant, Changyi's face was pissed with anger, and his teeth were pounding. In the exile land, no one dared to talk to him like this.

"Let's go, I'm sorry that this person and Duye dare not do anything. If something happens to us, the Muda tribe will not leave any grass." Someone spoke.

"That's right, go in first. I've come here, I'm not that stupid." After hearing Zhou Jian's words, some tribal leaders dispelled their doubts and followed them one after another.

There are not many people in them, and they are only a few thousand smaller.

"Wang, what should we do? Wait here?" someone asked carefully.

"I'm just waiting!" Chang Ye, who was left in the same place, looked at Zhou Jian's back and gritted his teeth: "I want to see what medicine you sell in the gourd. Wait for a while, the new and old accounts will be together.

Calculate!"

He had no concealment of murderous intent in his eyes, and there was not much scheming at all.

"Let's go, follow in!" he shouted.

"Yes!" The people from the Changyue Tribe set off, but most of them stayed outside. After all, this is the territory of the Muda Tribe.

Zhou Jian's gimmick was enough, so Changyi just cursed, but in the end he was unhappy and followed suit.

A wide wooden platform was built on a piece of yellow sand on the shady back. The hanging animal skins were flying in the wind. There were chairs on both sides, and Zhou Jian had already sat down on the master seat above.

Du Ye stood behind him with his tribal confidants, like a door god.

This scene shocked the leaders who came. Who is this person? On the territory of the Muda tribe, Du Ye can actually stand!

"Why don't you tell me what Dunhuang's plan is?!" Changyi was very upset and urged impatiently.

Zhou Jian glanced at him without answering, but glanced over everyone and said lightly: "Do you know why Dunhuang didn't kill you all?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the wooden platform was silent and everyone's eyes flashed. This was a sensitive question.

"Our well water does not violate the river water, and of course Dunhuang will not kill him." Someone frowned.

Zhou Jian smiled disdainfully: "You are too childish."

"You!" the man was angry.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jian said: "The Dunhuang Buddhist Sect ruled everything and was above all else. Everyone here has a deep hatred of blood with them. They know that you are not convinced, but they still give you a way out. Don't you find it strange?"

The eyes of the leaders flashed. When talking about Dunhuang, everyone had hatred in their eyes, especially the Changye!

Seeing this, Zhou Jian knew that it would not be difficult to gather them, and Dunhuang was already angry and resentful.

"To put it bluntly, they are just afraid that you will rebel, so they set out such a barren place to exile you, let you kill each other, and boil the frog in a warm water!" Zhou Jian was so sharp that he was incisive.

The leaders were in an uproar. For so many years, they had been accustomed to such a life, but did not analyze the five words "boil the frog in warm water". Now, it was like a sudden enlightenment when Zhou Jian said it!

"What does this have to do with the Dunhuang plan?" Chang Ye said in a deep voice. He hated Dunhuang. The scars on his face and the tribe members were killed by Dunhuang monks.

Du Ye and others couldn't help but think that Your Majesty had to continue to make up this matter!
Chapter completed!