Looking at the little Kunmo, Zhang Yue replied with a smile: "I will not disappoint you!"

"Haha..." Ni Mi could not make any translation, and could guess what Zhang Yue said. He untied himself in a fox fur coat, revealing his strong and powerful body, and moved his body slightly. The bones in his body immediately made a giggle sound.

As a young Kunmo of Wusun, he was able to personally control half of the Wusun tribe at the age of twenty and gain all the power of Naifu.

Of course, it’s not just a casual person!

In fact, he is even the youngest The Legend of the Condor Heroes in Wusun’s record!

"The envoy!" Ni Mi waved provocatively to Zhang Yue in very stiff Chinese language: "Do you dare to compete with me, the great descendants of the Wolf God, and the Legend of the Condor Heroes of Wusun?"

As he said that, he protested and tore open the sheepskin coat he was wearing close to, revealing the wolf head tattoo on his chest.

It caused the entire Wusun mission to cheer!

Because, they have seen the little master win too many times.

Whether it is the warriors in Wusun or the famous warriors in the Huns.

They all collapsed in front of the little master's unparalleled force!

Two years ago, the little master led his army across the Pamir Mountains and chased a cavalry across the border of Kangju. After three days and three nights, he killed all the Kangju barbarians, cut off their heads, inserted them into wooden stakes, and displayed on both sides of the river bordering Kangju and Wusun.

In this battle, the little master personally killed more than a dozen Kangju barbarians!

In the eyes of these Wusun people, the little master is undoubtedly the true descendant of the wolf god, and the key to the future prosperity of Wusun!

However……

The Han cavalry displayed on both sides suddenly started to sneer.

Especially the officers!

Some people even shook their heads and sighed!

Even the civil servant of the Great Honglu sighed.

The civil servants who were ordered to be translators and guides for the Wusun people quietly took a few steps back, with fear and fear in their eyes.

This surprised several nobles in the Wusun mission, so they quietly stepped forward and asked, "Why are you like this?"

"Oh..." Those civil servants, without exception, shook their heads and sighed, looking like they were expecting but also implicitly fearful.

There was no choice but to take out the gold and stuff it into an official's hand, asking, "Your Excellency, where is the messenger from your country?"

After weighing the weight of gold, I might think that the Wusun people would soon know the facts. The official whispered: "Your Excellency will know that the servant in front of you is known in our country, and is known as 'Zhang Chiyou'..."

"Zhang Chiyou?" The noble Wusun thrilled his eyebrows and his heart immediately screamed in his heart.

He had some understanding of the culture and customs of the Han Dynasty.

I know that Chiyou is the god of war in the Han Dynasty!

He brings war, praises war, and recites war!

At the same time, He is also the patron saint of the Han Dynasty!

Many Han people in the frontier would worship a statue of Chiyou at home and pray for the blessing of this god.

In the history of the Han Dynasty, there was only one person who was once called "Chiyou" by the Han Dynasty.

That's...

The eternal nightmare of the Huns, the conquerors of Gaolan Mountain, the whipsters of Langjuxu Mountain, the general of Han cavalry, the Grand Sima, and the champion Hou Huo Qubing.

A man who is considered a god even in Wusun.

A legend even in the Western Regions is still legendary and feared!

In the Huns, no one dared to call him directly.

Even when the Huns and the Khan mentioned him, they only dared to say, "The Old Han General of the Cavalry in Japan..."

At the annual Tellurium Conference of the Huns, before offering sacrifices to the gods, the shamans prayed first, and asked the gods to bless the Han Dynasty without any more "Huo Piqi".

After twenty or thirty years, another man was named "Chiyou" by the Han Dynasty.

I am afraid……

The entire body of the Wusun nobleman was as if he was struck by lightning. He immediately screamed strangely, trying to run forward to stop his master from challenging the Han Dynasty man.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

Because, at this moment, amid the cheers and cheers of the other people in the delegation, Ni Mi stepped forward and was approaching the Han Dynasty official.

The distance between the two is less than ten steps.

…………………………

At this moment, Ni Mi was extremely excited!

The wolf-head tattoo on his chest expanded even more because of excitement.

He looked at the Han minister in front of him and grinned.

"Han Dynasty!" He shouted, yelling in a voice mixed with Chinese language, Xiongnu language and Wusun language: "In front of you are the descendants of the wolf god, the warrior favored by the god of crows, and the Legend of the Condor who flows with the blood of the Hun Maodun Shanyu and the old Shang Shanyu! Wusun's mud!"

"My father is the great Wusun Kunmo Jun Xumi!"

"My great-grandfather is the son of the sacred wolf god, the great Wusun Kunmo hunts Jiaomi!"

"You dare to regard such great and noble blood as a slave?"

"Then according to the rules of our Wusun people, if you lose to me, I can make you a slave!"

Zhang Yue looked at him. Although he didn't understand what he meant very much, he could barely hear that he was showing off his life experience and bloodline.

Zhang Yue moved his neck slightly.

Poor young man...

Probably you don't know yet...

In the summer!

In China!

Even the humblest common people are descendants of gods!

More bloodline?

Anyone who is pulled out can be traced back to the Three Kings and Five Emperors!

Comparing bloodline with Chinese people is like comparing alcoholism with Russians, it is simply a tragedy!

Zhang Yue had to watch a moment of silence for him.

Then he raised his head and hooked his hand at the other party.

Seeing this situation, Ni Mi shouted and rushed up.

He has extremely confident in his own force, and at the same time, Zhang Yue's body shape gives him infinite confidence.

In his opinion, he didn't even need to use all his strength. He just needed to take a few steps forward and use a little force to pinch the poor Han Dynasty minister in front of him like catching a chicken, so that the Han Dynasty emperor could see and see his power!

With this idea, Ni Mi rushed forward and rushed straight towards the Han minister in front of him.

…………

The moment Ni Mi rushed over, Zhang Yue suddenly smiled, and then gently stretched out a hand.

A hand that looks fair but full of explosive power!

The next second, he accurately grasped Ni Mi's body, making him unable to move at all.

Even though this little Kunmo tried all his strength to struggle, it was useless.

Zhang Yue's hands are like Transformers' mechanical arm, as hard as iron and powerful as superb.

In the face of such power, the force that Ni Mi once proud of was like an ant to a bull, and was not worth mentioning at all!

He couldn't even take a step forward!

"The envoy..." Zhang Yue grabbed the little Kunmo's body and whispered: "This is the big man, China, and the summer!"

"It is really a disgrace to the national character if you are so untidy..."

He waved back gently and said, "Hurry up and prepare a set of clothes for the messenger!"
Chapter completed!