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In the Wind Hunting Pavilion, Lu Shian slowly spoke: "You are different from him. You have the qualifications to become king."
The drunken look in the eyes of the alien leader faded a little. "Master, do you really think that's the king's talent?"
Lu Shian sighed softly, "Isn't that quite coaxing?" With just one sentence, he managed to lure the alien leader into a black carp.
In the canyon, Ren Xuan also saw the words on the communication talisman clearly and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
The communication talisman drifted away. Wen Congren turned to look at Qin Yingtian and quickly changed his words: "Yingtian, you are more suitable to be king than him."
Ren Xuan was amazed at what he saw. He finally realized that a disciple had to be raised by one's own hands.
At the Liefeng Pavilion, Lu Shi'an just acted as a messenger, asking the Wolf Chief's question to Wen Congren, and then modifying Wen Congren's answer and passing it back to the Wolf Chief in a tactful way.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of flickering fire on the distant mountain road out of the corner of his eye.
The beams of light from the torches gradually became clearer, and a group of people and horses came rushing in, the sound of horse hooves like thunder.
The fire illuminated the Liefeng Pavilion in the night, and hundreds of soldiers in armor and holding torches surrounded the pavilion.
The leader had a tiger-shaped jade tattoo on half his face, his skin stained with dark black, and his expression was stern and murderous. "Yao Qi! You are indeed a puppet of the North!"
The Tiger Lord shouted, his voice like a bell: "You Wolf Tribe's constant talk of executing foreign traitors is all nonsense!"
Lu Shian's face changed slightly, and he saw the Tiger Lord bowing to an old man in military uniform and with a stern face behind him.
The Tiger Lord said angrily, "Look, Khan! The hearts of his wolf tribe have long been gone from the grassland! Yao Qi is actually meeting with the Han people! He, Yao Qi, has betrayed the grassland for a long time!"
The wolf-headed figure at the table stood up slowly and bowed: "King Khan."
The Khan glanced at Yao Qi and raised his hand to stop the Tiger Lord who was about to continue accusing him: "No more words will help."
He pulled out a gleaming scimitar from his waist and threw it casually at Yao Qi's feet.
The scimitar fell to the ground with a sharp metallic sound.
The old Khan said in a low voice, "There's no need to wait until the ceremony. Take the wolf's head, the Han man's head, and give it to me now."
The atmosphere in the pavilion was as stagnant as ice.
Yao Qi lowered his eyes to the scimitar on the ground that was flashing with cold light. He bent down slowly and picked up the scimitar.
In a light tone: "What if I don't?"
The moment the four words fell, the air suddenly stagnated.
The deputy leader of the Wolf Tribe hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and came to Yao Qi.
The deputy bowed and saluted, sweating profusely: "Excuse me, Khan, the leader is drunk!"
A complicated look flashed in the Khan's eyes. He was about to speak when suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the night sky.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of dark shadows swarmed in from all directions like ghosts.
Someone shouted: "Assassin! There is an assassin!"
Chaos broke out in an instant, torches were overturned, swords and sabers flashed and flashed in the darkness, and screams and roars rang out one after another.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, the deputy leader of the Wolf Tribe pulled out a token from his bosom and held it high: "By order of the leader, I will assume the command tonight!"
The deputy raised his arm and shouted: "Protect Wang Khan!"
The armored soldiers of the Wolf Tribe immediately formed a circle and protected the old Khan in the center.
At the same time, the Wolf Tribe's deputy leader's gaze shifted to the Tiger Lord, his face filled with resentment. "The assassin led the leader to this desolate place. The leader knew he was planning to rob us. My Wolf Tribe set up this trap within the trap, just to capture the assassin in one fell swoop!"
He pointed at the Tiger Master and shouted angrily, "Tiger Master, what is your intention in bringing the Khan to this dangerous place?!"
Upon hearing this, the Tiger Lord flew into a rage, pointing his blade directly at the Wolf Tribe's deputy leader: "You bastard! How dare you slander me?!"
Amidst the flash of swords and the shadow of sabers, the Khan was closely guarded by the deputy leader of the Wolf Tribe.
The Tiger Lord's eyes were wide open with anger, and the blade was pointed directly at the Wolf Tribe's deputy leader. However, because of his position, it seemed as if he was drawing his blade towards the Khan.
The Khan's gaze towards the Tiger Lord was already somewhat uncertain, and the doubt in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Lu Shian was shocked. The situation changed so quickly that he was caught off guard.
He quickly formed a seal, and a blue signal symbol formed on his fingertips: "At the Wind Hunting Pavilion, tigers and wolves fight."
Deep in the dense forest, Ren Xuan reined in his horse and stopped: "The Tiger Tribe has been provoked. This Xiao Jingyuan is very quick."
Wen Congren frowned, and he wrote back again, asking about Lu Shian's presence at the scene.
Seeing that an assassin had already rushed into the scene, Ren Xuan's face became serious: "We haven't arrived yet, who are the assassins?"
Wen Congren lowered his brows and thought for a moment, then a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes: "The assassin is also from the Wolf Tribe. Yao Qi is framing the Tiger Lord."
Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes and gave Wen Congren a meaningful look: "He's calculating every step of the way, the thief crying 'stop thief'... Don't you think he's a bit Qin Shu?"
In the dense forest, Wen Congren stared at Lu Shian's reply and remained silent for a while.
Wen Congren's brows furrowed, and a blue signal symbol took shape between his fingers.
There were only four words on the communication token.
"Shi'an, it's my turn."
Soon, a reply came, concise and sharp: "I'm afraid you'll kill me."
Wen Congren's expression was complicated. "I saved you unnecessarily back then..."
Wen Congren sighed and could only form a seal to communicate again, promising: "You are already in his trap. Leave it to me to deal with it. I promise not to seek death."
The next moment, Liefeng Pavilion.
Wen Congren's figure paused slightly. He raised his eyes, and his eyes revealed a calmness and sharpness that was completely different from before.
Yao Qi spoke calmly, his tone carrying a strange familiarity: "Master, you're back."
Wen Congren spoke calmly, simply stating a fact: "You are not drunk."
Yao Qi chuckled, his eyes still gleaming with the alcohol. "Master, you taught me that drinking can lead to mistakes, and I won't forget it."
Wen Congren wanted to get up, but this body had just regained control, and as soon as he moved, he stumbled and fell to his knees on the ground.
Yao Qi subconsciously tried to help him, but Wen Congren blocked his arm: "No need."
Wen Congren supported himself and struggled to stand up again. His tone was calm and unperturbed. "When did you start to notice it?"
The alien leader chuckled. "I saw it right away. Your friend is so kind to me."
Wen Congren frowned slightly: "Wang Khan's appearance was not part of your plan, right?"
Yao Qi responded calmly: "I thought it would be someone who was not good enough."
His gaze passed Wen Congren and fell on the fighting in the pavilion. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "Master, but now it seems that I have won."
Yao Qi chuckled, "The Tiger Lord led the Khan to a dangerous place, where he was killed by the Gan army in the chaos. This would be more exciting than my ambush of the Gan army."
He casually dusted off his sleeves and said, "Master, will your people come again?"
Yao Qi looked at Wen Congren's silence and continued, "If all the soldiers who saved you died here, and you were still alive, how could you go back to Dagan?"
Wen Congren's eyes were as deep as the sea, and an absurd idea emerged in his mind.
This Yao Qi seems to be a bit out of touch with Qin Shu...
Wen Congren lowered his eyes slightly, his mind churning with thoughts.
After a moment, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yao Qi: "You set up this game very well."
Yao Qi raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. His eyes lost their sharpness, like the snow on a thousand mountains, pressed down and then melted. "Master, I can give you a chance."
His tone was gentle, tentative, and brought out a trace of unresolved obsession: "Tomorrow at the sacrifice ceremony, I can find someone to kill as you. How about you change your name and stay on the grassland?"
Wen Congren narrowed his eyes and then slowly said, "The game you're playing hasn't been decided yet, but you're already thinking about what happens after you win."
Yao Qi chuckled calmly, his expression indifferent: "The Khan is old, and the Tiger Lord is only brave. The matter of the grassland will be settled tonight."
Wen Congren's eyes darkened slightly. "Anyone who can climb to a high position has his own reasons. I have taught you this before."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar suddenly resounded through the night sky, and an indescribable sense of oppression swept through the entire venue.
The tiger's roar seemed to come from ancient times, carrying an inviolable majesty.
Amidst the chaos, a crack tore through space and broke through the air.
The black tiger stepped out into the air, its red-gold eyes glowing with a faint light.
——It’s a spirit beast!
The sounds of fighting in Liefeng Pavilion all stopped.
The black tiger broke through the void and leaped into the human world.
The next moment, screams broke out.
The black tiger jumped out from the shadow under a knife-wielding soldier. A hideous claw mark appeared on the soldier's chest out of thin air. Blood flowed like a waterfall, and he fell to the ground dead.
More people retreated in fear, and some screamed in terror: "Stay away from the shadow!"
It was useless. Under the cover of night, shadows were everywhere.
The black tiger shuttled between the shadows, screams came one after another, and the strong smell of blood rolled in the night wind.
Yao Qi's eyes remained calm, and the spirit beast's killing mode had already become apparent - it relied on shadows to move, and any place that could not be reached by light was its hunting ground.
But Yao Qi couldn't speak, let alone remind them - even if those 'Ganjun assassins' were originally from his Wolf Tribe, he didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything.
In the darkness, a voice suddenly cut through the bloody storm, carrying with it an undeniable clarity and calmness:
"In the light, the tiger needs a shadow larger than itself so it can hide and devour."
Yao Qi turned his head slightly and looked at Wen Congren who spoke.
This is the right way, the only way to survive.
But those 'assassins' did not have torches.
Hearing Wen Congren's words, the 'assassins' instinctively retreated towards the Wolf Tribe, where the torches were most densely packed.
The Tiger Lord shouted angrily, "Yao Qi, have your men put out the torches. Are you trying to protect the assassin?"
In the distance, the Khan's gaze also fell on Yao Qi, and his voice was calm and majestic: "Wolf Chief, have your men extinguish the torches. Leave the battle here to Tiger Lord."
The flames flickered in the night wind, and Yao Qi frowned slightly. He did not trust the Tiger Master - if he handed the battlefield to the Tiger Master, there was no guarantee that the shadow tiger would not pounce from behind him the next moment.
Yao Qi lowered his eyes and looked at the Khan. With the Khan here, would the Tiger Lord dare to act presumptuously? Yao Qi had the answer.
He slowly raised his hand, his tone calm as water: "Put out the fire."
The torches went out one by one, and the night swallowed up the last ray of light.
But the Tiger Lord has not yet taken over the battlefield as he wished.
The next moment——
A sharp tiger roar cut through the night, carrying with it an unconcealable pain.
In the darkness, Wen Congren felt his collar tighten, and he was suddenly pulled up and swept out of the chaotic battlefield at an angle.
There was a sharp sound of breaking air in my ears.
The next moment, a light array expanded rapidly, illuminating the Liefeng Pavilion as bright as day.
Ren Xuansong opened his hand, landed steadily on the ground, put Wen Congren down, looked down at Tiger Master, and said meaningfully: "Master Wen, Master Tiger Master is too polite. Knowing I was coming, he even put out the fire on purpose."
The Tiger Master's expression suddenly changed. He glanced sideways and saw a bloody wound on his spirit beast. Who could have injured Shadow Tiger in the dark?!
On the side, the Khan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned to stare at the Tiger Lord with even more doubt in his eyes.
In the dark, he led the people out accurately. The reinforcements in front of him were obviously proficient in martial arts in the dark.
Combined with Ren Xuan's words, it seems that the Tiger Lord is deliberately cooperating with the Dagan reinforcements.
The Tiger Lord's face changed drastically. He took a step back and hurriedly defended himself, "King Khan! If I were their insider, why would they activate the light array in public?!"
The Tiger Lord anxiously pointed at Lu Shian in the distance and said, "Great Khan, trust me, deal with that formation master first!"
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