At noon, the super huge chariot pulled by thirty-two sweat-blooded horses of the Great Wolf Lord finally appeared in the central square.

Under the totem sacred pillar, the Great Wolf Lord held up the wolf tooth bone staff that symbolized authority, raised his arms high, and enjoyed the cheers of all the people. The blood of the Barbarian King brought him the supreme glory.

And he was wearing a white wolf skin cloak, and a whole string of wolf teeth around his neck. It is said that this wolf skin and wolf teeth were obtained by a descendant of the White Wolf God after he returned to the Immortal Heaven.

However, Jiang Fan did not see the legendary high priest. Is he still meditating in Tianqi Mountain?

Also, this Fuli Conference is not to select the best brave man in the entire grassland, but a competition for the younger generation, and the high priest may not be able to participate.

"... Citizens of Changshengtian, the White Wolf God is watching you. My young warriors, today is your battlefield to witness the birth of a new generation of God of War!"

After a lecture and an order from the Great Wolf Lord, the Fuli Conference finally began.

The person presiding over the conference is still the White Wolf God General, the first war god of the grassland, Batulu.

And when he announced the six major camps participating in the competition, although there were already rumors among the barbarians, the participation of Qin people still caused huge controversy.

Finally, it was Batulu who said, "Are we, the prairie warriors, afraid of the Qin people?" This finally suppressed the uproar of opposition.

In the customs of the grassland, personal bravery always takes the first place, so of course the first game is a personal duel.

Although it was a little different from the previous games, the battle was changed to a melee, but this actually aroused the excitement of the barbarians.

Jiang Fan glanced at Montaigne: "Brother Meng, it's up to you."

Montaigne didn't say much. He took off the Daguandao from the victory hook with his backhand, gently lifted the reins, and the horse under his crotch made a soft sound as he stepped into the battlefield.

Today's Montaigne is wearing the treasure armor that Jiang Fan carefully crafted back then, with a red cloak on his shoulders, holding the Daguandao passed down from generation to generation by the Meng family in his hand, and riding a black divine horse under his crotch. His tall and majestic figure is calm and calm.

His mountain-like gaze made him look like a general.

Even the barbarians secretly admired this style.

But that doesn't stop them from sarcastic and yelling.

Montaigne turned a deaf ear to them all and just stared at the five opponents.

As soon as he entered the field, the six-man position became a little weird.

Montaigne is in the middle, and the other five people are surrounding him in the middle.

The one closest to him was Khulege in the east. In order to hide himself, Kurchi even hid his own son, so that Khulege had no idea what was going on. Of course, he also showed great hostility towards the Chinese people.

To the west is King Hunxie's adopted son, Qi Sha. This guy still hasn't taken off his cloak, and there's an evil aura surrounding him. He doesn't have a long weapon in his hand, but a huge sword, a full foot long.

It is more than ten feet long and more than a foot wide.

To the south is Du Lun, who is a little further away. After all, what he is best at is archery. Today, Du Lun is holding a black iron bow in his hand. The bow is more than seven feet long, and his body is like ink. There is a quiver on his back.

It contained twenty-four black iron arrows with white feathers and seemed to be over five feet long.

To the north was Mo Rigen. Jiang Fan was also a little surprised. Mo Rigen actually went to battle five days later, and he was riding a horse. Is his crotch okay?

No! Jiang Fan took a closer look and found something wrong. First, this guy was hanging on the horse's back, and his crotch was not touching at all. Second, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of resentment and hatred. What's wrong with this look?

They all look like they are filled with hatred as deep as the ocean.

They are both eagle shooters, and in terms of distance, he is about the same as Du Lun. He has a large brass bow in his hand, and he also carries a quiver on his back. The size looks slightly smaller than the one in Du Lun.

The farthest one is Battle.

This young man who has been rumored to be the first warrior of the young generation in the grassland finally wants to prove his name today.

What he was riding was not a horse, but a very strange cow with a triangular head. It had gnarled muscles and a strong body. But even though it was a cow, its limbs were long and slender, and it was obviously very good at running.

This is probably the rumored Triangular Kui Niu. It is said to have the blood of the Kui Niu, an ancient beast from the mountains and seas. Its limbs are like a horse, and its roar is like thunder. Especially the three-foot long cone-like horn in the middle of the forehead is shining with sharpness.

of light.

This guy was born with a huge advantage on the mount.

In his hand was a huge black iron mace, with spikes more than an inch long shining with a cold luster. Looking at the weight, it was at least no less than three hundred kilograms.

The appearance of the five people drew cheers from the crowd, and among them one could still clearly hear——

Kill the Chinese!

Get rid of them!

This repulsive voice.

On the high platform, Princess Crescent Moon was sitting there, her slender fingers tightly clasping the armrests, her knuckles turning white, her face even more nervous.

She didn't care originally, since fate had already decided everything.

But after meeting Jiang Fan, everything changed. He hoped that the calm Chinese general would win, and she hoped to be able to control her own destiny. She wanted to show her mother in heaven that she was living a good life.

Therefore, as the spokesperson of the Wolf God, the saint of the grassland, she was actually shouting for the Chinese general in her heart.

Montaigne in the arena seemed to sense something. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the new moon, and met her bright and expectant eyes.

For some reason, Montaigne nodded inconspicuously.

Crescent Princess was stunned. Xiao Yuan next to her was surprised. She approached her and whispered: "That mighty general has felt you, Princess."

In fact, Princess Crescent Moon also felt the Chinese general at that moment, and seemed to see his magnificent heart through his calm eyes, like a goshawk soaring freely in the sky, the king of the sky overlooking the heroes with pride.

, bold, yet unexpectedly gentle and unexpectedly compassionate.

Xinyue's heart beat violently. For the first time, a man looked at her with such eyes...

"King Xiaoyao's general will definitely win, for sure!"

Madoka clenched her fists and her face turned red.

Xinyue stared blankly at the figure of the young general, and there seemed to be a voice in her heart——

Yes, young Chinese general, if you want to win, you must... you must win...

At this moment, the inspection of the six people has begun. According to the rules, they cannot wear any array devices or carry any pills. In other words, they are to prevent cheating.

This process is very fast. As the inspections are exhausted, it is the last item before the battle. The beautiful Crescent Princess proposes a toast to the warriors.

The appearance of the Crescent Princess caused a huge sensation, and everyone cheered wildly, which shows her strong influence.

Even if it was a toast to the new moon, the drinks would still have to be inspected and only if there were no problems, would be given to the six powerful men one by one.
Chapter completed!