It was rare to use the Star Praying Technique·Eye of Truth. After Wu Wang marked Wang Lin, he took a second look.

Most of the others are lavender mixed with white, representing ordinary people with good intentions; the old aunt is white mixed with purple. Sure enough, what bad intentions can she have?

This Zimmer... uh, does this thing have yellow smoke?

Lost, lost respect.

Put away the crystal ball and scatter the star prayer.

"Send the order and ask the women in the tribe to stay away," Wu Wang said calmly, "Choose some strong guards to welcome them to my tent. Let everyone cheer up and don't lose the face of our Beiye tribe in front of the human tribe in the human domain."

Several guards behind him responded in unison and ran quickly with their swords in hand.

Wu Wan took a look at his own attire. He was still wearing the slightly coquettish cheerful robe, but there was an extra layer of short shirt underneath.

He is not Brother Xingtian. He likes to be shirtless whenever he has nothing to do, and he keeps beating his pectoralis major muscles - of course, this may be to practice blinking in advance.

He turned around and returned to the tent, sitting on his animal skin seat, with eighteen guards standing on each side. The blood energy all over his body was faintly connected, as if two walls were standing on the left and right.

In the royal court, two rows of men as strong as bears stood quietly, marking a path for the visitors to the royal court.

The female cultivator in a bamboo hat and plain skirt walked in the front. The long sword had been withdrawn to store the magic weapon, and two slender catkins that looked like jade carvings were placed in front of her.

If you look carefully, you will see that every step she takes is not firm. There is always a small white lotus on the sole of her foot, and her shoes are not stained with dust.

Coupled with her clean long skirt, flawless waistline, and tight bodice of the long skirt, people mistakenly think that Nuwa was particularly partial to her ancestors when she created humans. Even the magic pen of the world could not improve her figure.

Another half point increase or decrease.

Lin Suqing took her master to the royal court and waited until the young master had taken care of business before going to introduce him to his master.

Behind the female cultivator, Zimmer held his head high and looked at the tent above, but he didn't even look at the female cultivator, as if he was quite afraid.

'It's strange that I can't even see a girl from Kitano.'

The other monks were very uneasy at this moment, looking around at these majestic men and muttering something from time to time.

"I've heard for a long time that the Beiye clan has many strong men, but the blood and energy contained in such a body is comparable to that of the Guiyuan realm."

"The Beiye Qiang clan is really powerful."

"If such a clan can become a strong support for the human realm, it may be able to breathe a sigh of relief."

"Beiye also has the rather mysterious Star Prayer Technique. It is said that power is obtained directly from the innate gods. The truly powerful Star Prayer Technique is as powerful as the immortals."

"How can a gift from the gods be as good as what you get yourself? There must be many restrictions in the Star Prayer Technique. It is impossible for these gods to be without protection against ordinary creatures."

"Silence."

The reminder from the female cultivator came from under the bamboo hat, and the cultivators who had just been discussing immediately shut up.

By the way, Wang Lin was standing outside the royal court at the moment, surrounded by hundreds of strong men.

In order to show the warm hospitality of the Bear Hug people, a general shouted: "What are you doing with a straight face? How many laughs?"

All the strong men: "Hey!"

Wang Lin shivered a few times and almost ran away in the air.

In front of the big tent, a long rug made of animal skins had been spread out far away. When the female nun walked to the tent, a guard immediately signaled them to stop.

The guard said: "Guests from afar, the person sitting inside is the future leader of our Bear Hug Clan. Please explain your purpose of coming."

The female cultivator's expression was obscured by the bamboo hat, but she obviously didn't know how to deal with it. She was silent for a while before speaking:

"I came here to conclude the agreement."

"Ahem," Zimo quickly stood up and said with a smile, "The human race was originally created by the Holy Mother, and all human races in the world have the same origin.

This time, each of our masters ordered us to bring many gifts to present to the leaders of the Beiye human clans. It would be great if we could make friends with the heroes of Beiye."

"laugh."

Hearing a chuckle from inside the tent, the tent door was opened by two guards, and the young master sitting on the animal skin seat on the high platform came into view of the monks.

Due to his years of spiritual practice, he has carried forward some of the beauty he inherited from his mother, but it does not affect his masculinity; his face is angular and slightly cold, and his seventeen-year-old publicity and natural composure are perfect in him.

Fusion, just sitting there casually, becomes your own style.

Wu smiled and said: "Brother Ji, I have always heard that women in the human realm have very thin waists. I also have some money and silk and nowhere to put it... Is there any way?"

"Eh!"

Zhi Mo's eyes almost popped out, and then he stared at Wu Wang fiercely for a while. First his face turned red, then he suddenly realized what he was doing, and then he burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! It's you!

Brother Houdi, why did you go from the Dalang Clan to the Bear Hug Clan! You are really harming the poor people and the poor people!"

All the cultivators were stunned, and the guards were also puzzled.

Wu Wang made a gesture of invitation and said:

"I met you all by chance before, and I made a joke with Brother Ji Mo on a whim. Please don't take offense to Brother Ji Mo.

Brother Zimo, all guests from the Human Realm, please take a seat!

I have ordered people to prepare a banquet. Let’s refill the wine for that day first, and then we can talk about business later.”

"good!"

Zimmer laughed twice, and after entering, he bowed his hands and said loudly:

"Ji family's boy, Ji Mo, has met Young Master Xiong."

The female cultivator wearing a bamboo hat raised her hand and took off the bamboo hat, just blocking it in front of her waist;

Her appearance was still covered by the veil, but her beauty could be vaguely seen, and her somewhat cold almond eyes were also looking at Wu Wan at this moment.

This kind of young master is completely different from the young master with a strong body and fat waist that they thought before.

She held her cloak and leaned forward slightly, and said calmly: "Ling Xiaolan, Tianyan Xuannv Sect in the human domain."

The other young monks entered individually, either in a well-behaved manner, with smiles on their eyebrows, or with tense expressions, and each reported their name.

Wu Wang nodded, but didn't say much.

When they took their seats, Ling Xiaolan was supposed to be sitting at the front seat closest to Wu Wang, but Ling Xiaolan took the initiative to go to the side and motioned for Ji Mo to take a seat.

After the group of people took their seats, Wu Wang said: "Go and call Su Qing over. I don't understand the etiquette of the human realm, so I won't be rude."

"Young Master Xiong, you're welcome."

Zimo smiled and said: "Young master, we are very grateful that you can meet with us despite your busy schedule.

By the way, this is a small gift, not respectful."

While speaking, Zimmer turned the thumb on his right hand, and a wooden box appeared out of thin air on the outside of the low table. Zimmer opened the wooden box, and the tent was suddenly filled with precious light.

Wu Wan nodded with a smile and said seriously: "Thank you Brother Ji. I'll take it and prepare a few carts of mine for Brother Ji Mo to take with him when he leaves."

Ji Mo repeatedly said he was polite, but Wu Wan's eyes passed by Ji Mo and said calmly: "You were very happy to scold me at that time."

Several monks suddenly tensed up.

Wu Wang said: "The human realm has rules, and I, the Beiye, also have rules. The human realm respects education, and my Beiye, too, is not a barbaric land."

Zhi Mo said hurriedly: "Young Master Xiong, please forgive me. We were too arbitrary in this matter and made assumptions out of thin air. This glass of wine is my apology for all of you comrades."

After saying this, he drank the wine from the wine bottle in his hand.

"Brother Ji, you don't have to be like this," Wu Wang leaned back in his chair and said with a smile, "If I really cared about this matter, I would have argued with you at that time, and you wouldn't have come here.

It's just that I don't want my clan's reputation to be tarnished.

The Ji family that Brother Ji mentioned is a powerful family in the human realm?"

"Young Master Xiong doesn't know. There are no powerful and aristocratic families in the human realm. Most of them are cultivation families."

Zimo sighed and said slowly:

"It's just that our ancestors followed His Majesty the Human Emperor, fought ferocious beasts on the border, and protected the territory of the human race, and thus received praise.

Even with such praise, the more laid-back descendants like me have been put on a high platform and have to think about finding more fun before becoming heroic."

"You can be so confident when it comes to having fun," Wu Wan picked up the wine glass, "I'd like to propose a toast to Brother Ji."

Zhi Mo responded with a smile, his expression remained as usual after several glasses of wine.

Looking at the other monks, most of them were a little restrained. In front of such a formation, they couldn't even say a word or two. They could only watch Wu Wan and Ji Mo chatting and talking nonsense.

The more Jimo and Wu Wang chatted with each other, the more speculative they became.

Putting aside his romantic temperament, he was ostracized by his colleagues before, but he did not panic at all in the face of major events. He took the lead, was mature in his dealings with others, spoke in a moderate manner and did not cross the red line, and there was a rare sincerity in his bones.

It's quite comfortable to make friends with him.

Soon, Wu Wang walked down the high platform with a wine glass and drank at the same table with Zhi Mo. The two soon began to call each other "brother" and "brother" again.

"Brother Xiong, let me introduce you."

Zhi Mo turned sideways, just enough to make room for Ling Xiaolan's kneeling silhouette.

He said: "This Fairy Ling is the most dazzling new star in our human domain in the past hundred years. She comes from the Tianyan Xuannv Sect of the ten major immortal sects. She has formed a golden elixir and condensed the Nascent Soul at a young age. She is praised as a heavenly immortal by all the seniors.
To be continued...