After Liu Bao and Zhang Yi went down the mountain, they returned directly to the Xiongnu royal court.

Liu Bao is fierce and cruel, like a wild beast, but he is very respectful to Zhang Yi.

On the way, Liu Bao asked Zhang Yi in confusion:

"Senior brother, my master once said that the destiny of heaven is in the Sima family.

Although the Huns had the opportunity to enter the Central Plains, they would have to do it for a long time.

Why did I contact all ethnic groups so early?

In this case, the Sima family will not be able to dominate the world!"

Zhang Yi has a thin figure, a handsome appearance, and looks very gentlemanly.

High appearance is probably a major feature of the descendants of the Guigu lineage. Only in this way can one be confused and convenient for the use of vertical and horizontal techniques.

Of course, except for Liu Bao.

Zhang Yi smiled at Liu Bao and said:

"The secret of heaven seeks but cannot be obtained, and it is unpredictable.

The Sima family does have the luck of unifying the world, but it will also change under the changes of the secrets of heaven.

This principle should be understood by the junior brother's talent. It seems that the junior brother still needs to practice diligently.

Now that the Huns are in full swing, the junior brother may not have no chance to have a glimpse of the magical artifact."

Even a master like Senior Brother Zhang Yi is optimistic about him, and Liu Bao is secretly happy.

He bowed to Zhang Yi and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your answer. This time I have the opportunity to follow my senior brother. I should learn the skills of eroticism from my senior brother."

Zhang Yi waved his hand and said:

"I just learned a little bit of the art of lingering and horizontal.

We brothers discuss with each other and make progress together, and there is no question of learning.

The most important thing now is to fulfill Master’s decree.

Junior brother, don’t forget, we only have one year.”

"Yes, yes, what my senior brother said."

Liu Bao continued to ask Zhang Yi:

"The great khan of the Huns is my uncle Huchuquan.

If you want to complete the Master’s decree, the Huns must be controlled by me.

Hu Chuquan is very powerful, and I'm afraid it's not that easy to plan."

Zhang Yi didn't take Hu Chuquan seriously at all.

Hundreds of years ago during the Warring States Period, what heroes were the monarchs and generals of various countries?

Faced with these people, Zhang Yi was able to talk and play with them in applause.

What's the point of being a barbarian leader?

Zhang Yi chuckled at Liu Bao:

"Just bring me to Huchuquan, I will naturally have a way to let you control the Huns."

"That's what a blessing for senior brother!"

Liu Bao firmly believes in Zhang Yi's strength.

There are many talented people in Guigu, and almost every senior brother of his has the ability to turn the world upside down in troubled times.

...

The Xiongnu royal court, the Hunqin king's tent.

The Great Chanyu Huchuquan was sitting in the main seat holding a wine bottle, and the leaders of each tribe were placed on both sides.

A group of beautiful Han women were singing and dancing in the tent.

Hu Chuquan looks less than forty years old, has a strong figure, cracked and dark skin, just like dead tree bark.

A pair of mung bean eyes grew on a big round head. Whenever he started to laugh, a foul stinking would spurt out of his mouth.

The leaders of the tribes on both sides are not as good as Huchuquan. In the aesthetics of the Han people, these people look like evil spirits.

Only one tribal leader sitting on the left was beautiful and beautiful. Although his skin was also very dark, his skin was much more delicate than other Huns.

Even the scar on his face could not hide his handsomeness. When he was young, he must have been a beautiful boy who was popular among thousands of girls.

Unfortunately, hatred made his face distorted. When the Hun nobles stared at the Han dancers lustfully, there was only indifference on his face.

This person was Wu Yi who fled to the Huns.

Wu Yi relied on his extraordinary martial arts and tens of thousands of brothers who dared to fight and kill, and established himself in the Huns.

He became one of the great chiefs of the Huns and controlled a large tribe of more than 50,000 people.

Wu Yi was well versed in military tactics, understood strategy, and had far better abilities than ordinary Huns, so he became prosperous among the Hun tribes.

Hu Chuquan Fu Case laughed and said:

"The Wuhuan people stopped the business of Han slaves, but we were so stifled.

Now that Youzhou is in chaos, the two leaders, Tadun and Louban, have started a slave business again.

This time, I specially bought more than a thousand beautiful girls from the Lou Class at a high price, and everyone will have a share of them.

I'll sell it to everyone at a cost price!"

The Hun nobles who had not known the smell of meat for a long time stared at the dancer and saliva was about to flow out.

A Xiongnu noble named Guliti bared his big yellow teeth and asked Hu Chuquan:

"Da Shanyu, what are the prices of these beauties?

I plan to buy some back.”

Hu Chuquan laughed:

"It's not expensive, a high-quality war horse is replaced with a two-legged horse.

It’s reasonable to change one horse to another, hahahaha!”

The nobles in the tent burst into laughter and then began to bargain with Huchuquan.

After the dance, the dancers were trembling at the Wuhuan nobles who were shaped like wild animals.

They couldn't imagine what would happen if they were sold to these people.

These dancers all discovered Wu Yi with a handsome face.

Wu Yi's face was so dazzling among the ugly and abominable Hun nobles.

"It would be great if he could be chosen..."

Most of these dancers think so and frequently send misses to Wu Yi.

If he had been a famous actor in Furong Pavilion, Wu Yi would have enjoyed the pursuit of these girls very much.

Now his only motivation for survival is to seek revenge on Yuan Shu, and he can't get any interest in these girls.

Wu Yi's brother Wu Di stood behind him and whispered to Wu Yi:

"Brother, look, they all look at you!"

Wu Di showed a pig's face, and he drooled:

“These girls look so energetic!

It’s not expensive to change a little girl with a war horse. Let’s buy some back?"

Wu Yi said in a cold voice:

"What's the use of these women who are powerless?

With one more war horse, I can recruit an additional Hun warrior and tear off a piece of meat from the Chu State!"

"But those Hun women were so rough that they couldn't speak.

What's more, these Hu girls still have a strange smell.

Don't rush to settle accounts with Chu Jun..."

Speaking of this, Wu Di's voice became smaller and smaller.

He knew that Wu Yi's lifelong obsession was to seek revenge on Yuan Shu. Now that the Chu army is becoming increasingly powerful, the possibility of the Xiongnu going south to attack Chu is infinitely close to zero.

Don't spread salt on your brother's wounds.

Wu Yi looked back at Wu Di and sighed softly:

"Just buy a hundred women to go back.

I, Wu Yi, can afford to have a hundred war horses."

The tribe controlled by Wu Yi is quite large, with more than 20,000 Hun women breeding offspring for his soldiers.

However, the Hun women are not as good as the Han women, this is a fact.

Wu Di is Wu Yi's only relative, and he is not doing well, so Wu Yi can't bear it.

There are more than 40,000 top-level war horses in the tribe, and it’s nothing to take out a hundred war horses to replace them with beautiful women.

The other Hun leaders were still clamoring, and Wu Yi raised his hand and said to Hu Chuquan:

"I want a hundred Han women."

A Hun nobleman with a big belly looked at Wu Yi in dissatisfaction:

"There are only one thousand two-legged horses in total. You need a hundred horses at one's mouth. How can we divide them?"
Chapter completed!