Zhuojil's face was extremely complicated, and there was a hint of unconcealed fear.

Luo Jun said, "Oh, is that right? Then let's go and visit this patriarch."

Zhuojil said, "Brother, are you really going?" But he hesitated at this time.

Luo Jun said, "We ran three hundred miles away. Are we here to play? We must go!"

Zhuojil said: "Look at there are so many horses over there, we will just take the horses, it's much simpler."

Luo Jun said, "How can you do it? To seize horses like this, that's to steal. Maybe they are still chasing us behind us. I'm going to get the horses openly."

"Brother, you don't know anything." said Dowgil.

"I don't know what?" Luo Jun asked.

Zhuoma, who was standing beside him, suddenly interrupted, "Brother Luo, the leader Zhuo Harin, who has always been in charge of the tribe, but the leader's mother, Lu Ying. Lu Ying is the queen mother of the tribe. She was actually a Han Chinese in her early years, and later married to the Kohl. She had power in the Han Chinese, and she was also a master."

Zhuojier said, "My son and daughter-in-law were the ones who ordered the murder of this vicious woman. Brother, I don't want to take revenge. However, Lu Ying is not only a high-level cultivation, but also two maids who killed people with hidden weapons. The two maids are already in their fifties and have been following her. They have been killing people without any signs of death. I have never even dared to take revenge over the years. Also, there is an old guy named Gui Bo with Lu Ying. Gui Bo is a ghost on the grassland. He doesn't know how many people he has killed. These three people have always been inseparable from Lu Ying! I know that you are a master of the world, but the risk of entering is too great!"

Luo Jun smiled and said, "Okay, I understand. Let's go!" He walked in front after he said that.

"At worst, it's just a death, but Grandpa Zhuo, don't you really want to avenge your son and daughter-in-law?" Luo Jun walked up and said without looking back.

Zhuojil's body shook and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Then, he said, "Okay, at worst, I can't die, and my old man has not lived in vain."

Zhuoma immediately followed.

Zhuojier wanted Zhuoma not to go, but seeing that Luo Jun was so confident, he finally resisted and said nothing.

Qiao Ning and Zhuoma together.

The outer periphery of the yurt was surrounded by iron guardrails. If you want to enter the yurt group, there was only one entrance. And there were also Cole soldiers guarding it around.

Luo Jun arrived at the entrance, and four soldiers in grassland costumes surrounded Luo Jun and others.

"Who are you? You dare to trek into the important land of the Cole clan!" One of the four soldiers scolded sternly.

Zhuojier muttered behind Luo Jun and said, "What day is today? The guards are so strict. The Cole clan has never had many outsiders. He basically does not have any guardrails or sends troops to guard them."

Zhuoma whispered: "Can there be an important person coming?"

Luo Jun said, "Don't worry about him." After he said that, he ignored the soldiers and walked straight inside.

Several soldiers couldn't help but lose their appearance and immediately drew their swords.

Luo Jun sneered, and threw out the little stone that had been prepared in one hand.

Bang bang!

The four soldiers' scimitars fell to the ground, and they groaned in pain, holding their wrists.

The stone hit their tendons directly, and it couldn't relieve the pain for less than an hour.

Seeing this, the soldiers around immediately surrounded him.

However, their speed was slower, and Luo Jun had already arrived in front of the tent first.

The gate of the tent was closed, and the sound of talking was heard inside.

Luo Jun stepped forward and kicked the door open.

A bang!

The laughter and joy inside suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Obviously, the chat here was very pleasant, and no one noticed that something had changed outside. Even if there was a noise, everyone didn't think something would happen.

Luo Jun and his group appeared in front of the gate.

At the same time, Luo Jun also saw clearly the situation in the tent.

The one sitting upright was an old woman. She was wearing the service of a Han Chinese and wearing a silver sleeve robe, which looked extremely luxurious. She was well maintained and looked only in her fifties. But Luo Jun was sure she was eighty years old.

"It's indeed a master!" Luo Jun said secretly.

This old woman is extraordinary, her eyes are as chilling as an eagle. Needless to say, she must be the old empress Lv Ying.

Two old wives stood on both sides of the old empress dowager Lu Ying. These two wives looked in their sixties. They lowered their eyebrows and looked as if they didn't exist.

"No shadow and invisible, with low internal breathing, it is indeed a master of hidden weapons." Luo Jun glanced at him and knew it.

Next to Lu Ying, there was an old man standing there. The old man was Gui Bo. Gui Bo was wearing a black long gown, and his body was thin, which really gave people a ghost feeling.

In addition, four people sat down in the next round. One of them was Lu Ying's son Zhuo Harin, who is also the patriarch of the Cole clan!

Zhuo Harin is already sixty years old and looks older than his mother. If these two are husband and wife, it would be very similar.

Zhuo Harin has almost no cultivation.

The other three were guests, and they were Han costumes.

One of the three is a monk, one is a young man, and the other is a middle-aged scribe. It seems that the middle-aged scribe is the leader.

The monk was in his thirties, wearing a monk's robe, with his eyebrows down and his eyes glad to his eyes. The young man held a green sword with his sharpness and showed his sharpness. The middle-aged scholar was extremely elegant.

"Old Empress Dowager, you seem to be in trouble!" After the middle-aged scholar saw Luo Jun and others breaking in, he was slightly stunned, and then said to Lu Ying with a smile.

Lu Ying's eyes stayed on Luo Jun for a moment, and then shot at Zhuojier and Zhuoma. Her face looked particularly ugly.

Obviously, the sudden intrusion of Luo Jun and her group made her feel embarrassed.

The group of soldiers surrounded him and hesitated, not sure whether to take action. Lu Ying just waved his hand with a cold face, and then the group of soldiers retreated.

The patriarch Zhuo Harin's expression changed slightly when he saw Zhuojil. Then he laughed and stood up immediately. He pointed at Zhuojil, and then said to the middle-aged scribe: "Mr. Li Wenzhao, this person is Zhuojil, and the Dragon King treasure map is on him. This is really a place to search for it without wasting any effort!"

The expressions of Li Wenzhao and others changed suddenly. The three of them stood up at the same time. Li Wenzhao suddenly smiled and said, "But it is obvious that they are not here to send treasure maps."

Zhuo Harin said, "But so what? Mr. Li Wenzhao, you are a few masters in the Holy Dragon Gate. Can they escape if you are here?"

"Haha!" Luo Jun suddenly laughed three times, and then he said, "I will definitely not be the one who is going to escape today."

Qiao Ning was behind Luo Jun. When she heard Luo Jun say this, she suddenly felt funny and angry. This guy admires the God Emperor in his heart! Isn’t this imitating the God Emperor’s words?

Perhaps this guy really came to this capital without magic power and felt that he was the God Emperor. Otherwise, how could he be so happy?

Being a human being can reach the level of a God Emperor makes people frightened when they hear the name. No matter what ancient demon you are or the Great Emperor of Immortality, you must be respectful of this name. It will be worthwhile to achieve this level.

Luo Jun looked around the scene, his eyes looked arrogant and calm, and he felt a sense of arrogance.

Then, Luo Jun pointed at Lu Ying and said, "I'm here today to kill you!"

"Just rely on you, little bastard!" Lu Ying was furious.

"You are so arrogant that you can pay it back later!" Luo Jun sneered.

Then Li Wenzhao, the monk and the young man stood up.

Li Wenzhao was polite, and he also saw that Luo Jun was not simple anymore.

I dare to break into this place like this, but I am still so arrogant when I come. All fools know that this person is not simple.

Li Wenzhao clasped his fists and said to Luo Jun: "Li Wenzhao, the leader of Liuxi branch of Xiasheng Longmen, has not yet asked your name!"

Luo Jun did not clasp his fists, he sneered and said, "It's easy to say, people in the martial arts world are called King of Galan, Luo Jun!"

"King Galan? It seems that I have never heard of such a hero in the world?" Li Wenzhao was a little puzzled.

Luo Jun said: "I haven't heard it now, but soon, the three words "Galan King" will make you feel thunderous. But it may also be that you won't have the chance to live to that time."

At this time, Luo Jun was absolutely sharp.

This made Luo Jun feel extremely happy.

How good it would be if you could live a life of pain and happiness.

The young man and the monk's eyes flashed with anger. The young man said, "Master, let me come down to kill this guy!"

Li Wenzhao reached out and signaled the young man not to act rashly. He said to Luo Jun: "Previously, the master of Caiyi Hall in our sect and several brothers were killed by a lame master. Could that lame master be yours?"

Li Wenzhao looked at Luo Jun carefully, but found that Luo Jun's legs were not lame. So he was a little suspicious at this time.

When Luo Jun heard the four words "A lame master", he immediately vomited blood in his heart. "Yes, it's me."

"Your leg is not lame anymore?" Li Wenzhao said.

"You lame, you're so irritated!" Luo Jun cursed in his heart.

Qiao Ning behind her almost laughed. This conversation really hit her laughter inexplicably, but she could only hold back her laughing. How serious this scene is! How bad it is to laugh at this time!

Luo Jun's face was cold, and he said, "The Dragon King treasure map is in my hands. If you want it, come and get it!"

Li Wenzhao was a little surprised and confused. He felt that the Galan King in front of him was full of strangeness. But at this time, he had no reason to be stage frightened. So he waved his hand and said, "A monk, Hua Wen, you have a fight with this Galan King."

The monk was a monk, and Huawen was the young man. A monk kept his eyebrows down, but Huawen had already shown his murderous intention. Huawen himself was an arrogant person. Today he met Luo Jun, a man who was even more arrogant than him. He had long wanted to teach Luo Jun a lesson.

Hua Wen suddenly drew his sword, and the Qingfeng sword suddenly became cold. The sword edge made people look at it, as if the skin would be cut.

What a sharp sword!

At the same time, Chinese took the lead.
Chapter completed!