The tribe that ruled the Gurgengaol was Helasu. Their clan leader claimed to have the blood of the Golden Family, which was of the same origin as the Golden Chancellor, and therefore had the title of "The Great Sun King".----

The descendants of the Great Ridge King in the present day are numerous, and Agula is the most inconspicuous one. His mother is a female slave. After a certain period of the Great Ridge King, he was pulled into the tent of the king.

He is the humblest and most unlikely of his siblings who inherit and divide his tribe. With this, he has a harmonious relationship with most people. In addition, he has the bloodline of the Golden Family, so ordinary grassland people will naturally look up to him, so their status is not high or low, and their life is pretty good.

"Agula himself has an average martial arts talent, but he gave birth to a good son, called Alslen, and there is a great hope that his father will be valuable by his son. So he spent a huge amount of money to make Alslen be a powerful warrior. He had opened his seven orifices in his early twenties. The inner world was just about to be established. Even the Great Sun King was concerned. Unexpectedly, he was targeted by the wolf king and his throat was crushed by a claw in the tent of Gegengaole's own house."

Wuen took Mengqi through one tent after another and casually introduced the situation to him, "Because of his lack of status and the fact that Arslen caused the revenge of his uncle and brother, although the outdoor scene of the Helasu tribe said that he was revenge, he was actually just perfunctory. This made Arslen feel cold and secretly entered the Wolf Killing Association."

Because Arslen had to go through Wu'en, he accidentally discovered this.

"The hunting target chosen by the Wolf King is actually very particular... Meng Qi paid attention to this instead.

The Wolf King has never killed the direct shamans and descendants of the Golden Treasure of the Changsheng Sect, and has never even killed those related to the master. Look at Arslen. Although the Helasu tribe has a top master, he is the object of jealousy and his father is a descendant who is not valued.

Wuen smiled not very much, "If it weren't for this kind of self-consciousness, the Wolf King would have become a livestock food long ago, even if he had a secret technique. Be cautious, but if he was targeted by a powerful shaman or a master of the golden tent, he could hide his whereabouts once, and how many times could he hide it?"

Maybe the Wolf King is very informed when he can avoid the part that cannot be provoked by seemingly random murder... Meng Qi was thinking.

Uen stopped beside a few tents, approached, smiled and said a few words to the guard warrior, and gave him a silver cake.

When Uen was doing things, Meng Qi was not idle either, as if he was looking at this place casually. They were separated from other tents by a certain distance, with warrior guards around them, and stakes in the dark, and there seemed to be secret guards hidden at the gap at the top of the tent.

Horses, cattle, sheep, etc. were not at all messy, and the arrangement was well organized, and the servants and slaves were also in order.

"Agula should not be underestimated, it is also considered a talent..." Meng Qi did not feel contempt because of Agula's lack of martial arts qualifications. Instead, he felt that Agula's ability to control was extremely high from the details.

After a while, the guards came out and let Wuen and Mengqi enter.

After lifting the tent, Meng Qi's mind naturally showed the situation inside. There must be someone standing and hiding where there should be guards.

The ground was covered with thick blankets, which was very comfortable to step on. Agula did not sit cross-legged like an ordinary grassland man, but arranged a red table and stool with a very Northern Zhou style. There were copper stoves on the table and the corners of the tent, which burned red and warmed the cold winter.

If there were no tents around, Meng Qi would have thought he had returned to the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It seemed that the grassland nobles liked southern goods were not false.

"Unne. Didn't you tell you not to come to me if you're fine?" Agula's low voice came from her chest and abdomen.

Judging from his appearance alone, he is a middle-aged and fat ordinary grassland man, but his hands are shining with bright jasper rings and calm eyes, which show his identity.

Apart from other guards, there was a man standing behind Agula. He was tall and burly, with sparse hair and bloated muscles full of strength. You can see many black-green shaman patterns on the exposed skin. I don’t know if it’s a tattoo or a unique magical one.

Wuen looked at the guards around him and smiled and said, "I have some private matters to bother Taiji, I don't know..."

Agula's face darkened, and she waved her hand, allowing all the guards in the open and dark places to leave the tent, except for the burly man behind and the person who might be hiding at the top of the tent.

"No matter what secrets are there, you can tell them." Agula said in a deep voice.

Wuen pointed at Meng Qi and said straightforwardly: "He has a grudge against the Wolf King and wants to join the Wolf Killing Club."

"Damn the lowly slave, how dare you reveal this matter!" Agula was furious, picked up the whip on the table, and acted to slap it.

He is a bit deterrent when he is angry, and he is quite intimidating.

But this is useless to Uen. Everyone is just a partner. He smiled and took a step back: "Brother Zhebe is good at sword skills, and he has saved the old man's goods. With him joining, isn't it more power to deal with the Wolf King?"

Meng Qi couldn't think of a good name for the grassland, so he called himself "Zhebei". After Wuen mentioned himself, he looked at Agula with a cold look, put his right hand on the hilt of the knife, and made a five-step splattering blood.

"Zhebi..." Agula narrowed his eyes.

The burly man behind him snorted coldly: "Saving sword skills? Humph, I don't know how many people with skilled sword skills died under the Wolf King."

Agula waved his hand and motioned to shut his mouth, his voice as if rolling in his throat:

"What hatred do you have with the Wolf King? Where did you come from?"

"And we will be strict in killing wolves. If we do not have the corresponding strength or ability, we will definitely not be allowed to join. We can only provide us with information."

He was full of vigilance against the sudden emergence of "Zhebei" and was not optimistic about his strength!

"The Wandering Swordsman, no relatives and friends died at the hands of the Wolf King..." Meng Qi deliberately paused.

"Then what deep hatred do you have with him?" Agula was a little surprised.

Meng Qi tried his best to be concise and to the point of not exposing the flaws of the grassland speech: "I was attacked by him."

"What?" The shocked voice came from the mouths of Agula and the burly man behind him.

Even Wu En was quite shocked because the first time he heard about this, the captain Qingshou was able to survive the attack of the Wolf King. No wonder he dared to go to the grassland to chase the Wolf King!

With less than half a step, there are definitely not many people who can save their lives under the sneak attack of the Wolf King. The entire grassland does not exceed ten fingers. Most of them are because there are helpers nearby. The Wolf King misses one blow and immediately flees away.

The burly man said rudely: "The heaven of immortality is above you, and the liar will die at the mouth of the wolf! Because the wolf king is not here, do you dare to lie randomly?"

He obviously didn't believe that the wandering swordsman who was not strong enough and not strong enough could escape under the Wolf King. Just bragging, he could also say that he could kill the Wolf King so hard that he could urinate. Anyway, the Wolf King couldn't come out to clarify.

Agula frowned, and he also had the same opinion in his heart. He said to Uen: "Zhebe's origin is unknown, and his hatred with the Wolf King cannot be verified. Even if I recommend it, others may not agree."

He politely expressed his rejection.

Meng Qi took a step forward and said calmly: "Who has ever seen the wolf king take action?"

The scene suddenly solidified a little. Agula was silent for a moment before saying, "When Arslen was killed, Batu was in his tent."

The tall and burly Batu recalled the past, and his face turned a little pale, as if he often had nightmares. His voice was no longer powerful, but a little weak: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I felt that he was like an evil ghost, a wild wolf with a spirit... The heaven of immortality is above..."

"Then you try it." Meng Qixi's words are as cold as gold.

As soon as he finished speaking, his tent suddenly darkened, and Batu found that the wandering swordsman in front of him was gone.

Immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as if there was an invisible knife pressing it there.

He suddenly stepped forward, turned around, his right arm swung, and his muscles bulged. The strong wind overflowed, causing the air to make a muffled sound.

But it can only hit the air.

The cool breeze blew, and it was still on the back of the neck. The sharp sword energy seemed to be hanging there.

This time, Batu chose to pounce in front of his body. The scorpion swung his tail and his whip legs whipped, but he still kicked it into the empty space. It seemed that there was really no one behind him, only an invisible evil ghost!

Time and again, Batu could not get rid of the entanglement of evil ghosts, and could not be freed from the nightmare.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his fists and feet became more and more messy. The black shaman pattern on his skin filled him with energy, but what's the use of not finding the enemy?

Suddenly, he saw Agula's face, a face full of shock, his figure reflected in his pupils, and there was still no one behind him!

"Yes, it's the wolf king!" Batu finally put these words in his mouth.

Agula saw completely differently. "Zhebei" kept walking slowly behind Batu, following forward when he moved forward, turning around when he turned around, still behind him. When Batu kicked back, he took a step sideways casually. When Batu looked at his pupils, he suddenly aimed at the center, and with the help of Batu's tall and burly figure, he hid himself tightly.

The whole process was like playing hide-and-seek with children, but Batu, who was covered in sweat and looked extremely frightened, made all this extremely strange and shocking.

Agula took a breath: "Brother Zhe, I believe you have fought with the Wolf King."

Otherwise, there is no way to mistake Batu for the wolf king, and the name of masters of this level is naturally different.

"Can you kill the wolf?" Meng Qi asked briefly.

"The hatred with the Wolf King is fine, but you have no clear origins, and I am afraid you will not be believed by others unless you are willing to swear under the testimony of the shaman that you will not disclose the internal affairs of the Wolf Killing Association and do not harm other members." Agula made a more harsh request.

Meng Qi nodded slightly: "Okay."

He actually agreed? Uen was a little puzzled. It is not easy to issue a vow of shaman testimony!

Agula smiled and sent the guards to invite an ordinary shaman who was familiar with him, as if he was not afraid that he would know about the Wolf Killing Association.

The shaman was wearing a green robe with many patterns on it. He was thin and had a higher eye than the top.

When the whole nation believes in immortality and many totems, the shaman is the spokesperson of the gods. In addition to the descendants of the Golden Family, even the heads of each tribe must respect them three times.

The shaman held the totem of the Helasu tribe in his hand, his lips twitched, and he muttered for a while, his eyes were slightly blue, and then he let Meng Qi swore.

Fortunately, Agula said the content of the oath before, otherwise Meng Qi would not know how to say it in grassland. After reading it slowly, he saw a black blue light blooming in the shaman's eyes, and then his body was as illusory as he sensed a line of cause and effect extending towards him, and the other end was the totem in the shaman's hand.

From the beginning, he has been using Sikong Tu's secret technique of causality to prevent any ghosts! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: It's before twelve o'clock~
Chapter completed!