They have finally understood that they do not have the ability to bargain with the outside world. Sometimes when faced with some old tricks, they have to help others count their money after being sold, so they still have to provide a certain degree of support to Meng Zhao.

Especially when facing the rebels, this kind of support can be maximized, and it is not impossible for them to be at the bottom. In short, it is all for the Danchi clan.

Meng Zhao also smiled after receiving the affirmative answer. This time, he did not show any trace of performance and was happy from the bottom of his heart. As long as He Xin is willing to work hard, success is really not far away.

In fact, if the uncles and nephews of the Ji family hadn't made things too bad before, the possibility of success would have been even greater.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, He Xin looked at Meng Zhao, hesitated, and then took the initiative,

"When I return to the base, I would like to ask Brother Lu to come with me to persuade me to go to the peak. Is it possible?"

This request cannot be said to be rude, but it is also rather abrupt. At least the uncles and nephews of the Ji family are a little hesitant.

One man followed He Xin to the rebel camp. If this was a trap, an opportunity to pull out a nail, wouldn't it have harmed Meng Zhao?

However, from a rational point of view, they have been tirelessly sending envoys to express their goodwill. Now that they have decided to surrender to each other, they have also put forward two seemingly very harsh conditions. If they don't even have this sincerity, this matter may be

The chance of success is slim.

Sincerity is something that is reflected. If you only ask for things but don’t give anything, where does the sincerity come from?

Before Meng Zhao could reply, Ji Zhenyun blurted out,

"How about this? Lao He and I will return to the base, meet with your superiors, and explain the situation."

As the leader of the clan, his safety is actually the first priority, because the Danchi clan needs him to be at the helm.

He shouldn't have done such a dangerous thing. If Meng Zhao didn't go and let Ji Rufeng take his place, it would be a show of sincerity.

In terms of status, Ji Rufeng is both his nephew and the future clan leader of the Danchi Ji family. With this value, he has a convincing influence.

But, after all, this was his nephew and the future of his Danchi clan. He couldn't just send Ji Rulin out because he was worried about Meng Zhao's safety.

That's why he wanted to go there in person. The head of the clan would go there as a representative, which was enough to express his sincerity.

When Ji Rulin heard this, he immediately reacted and said excitedly,

"Uncle, you are the leader of the clan and shoulder the important responsibilities of the clan. How can you be in danger? Let me go."

Meng Zhao was a little moved when he saw the two uncles and nephews fighting each other. No matter what the purpose was, it was a reality that the two of them were doing it for his own good, so he could only advise,

"Father-in-law, Brother Lin, since I proposed this matter and am responsible for the negotiation, if you want to go, of course I have to go.

As for safety, you don’t need to worry. Even if there are thousands of armies, I can come and go freely."

He Xin looked at the performance of the three people, especially Meng Zhao's self-confidence that filled his body again and again, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Haha, the three of you don't have to fight. Since I invited you, I must have the intention of protecting you and will not harm you.

However, at this time, I can't help but become curious about Brother Lu's martial arts, and I wonder if I can open my eyes."

Before, Ji Rulin said that he was defeated by this Lu Yang with one move. He also said that he was powerful in martial arts and unscrupulous, praising him as if he were a flower.

He Xin could not help but mutter in his heart, does this pretty boy really have such shocking martial arts skills?

To say that he himself is also a strong man, his martial arts is similar to that of Zi Butterfly. He can win four or five out of ten battles. In the rebel camp, he can be regarded as an upper-level combatant.

The martial arts you practice are also quite powerful, and you can reach the highest level of master. Although it is not as good as those real magical skills, it is still considered superior martial arts.

Meng Zhao has a tender face and looks no more than 16 or 17 years old. Even if he is actually older, 20 years old, and he started practicing kung fu at the age of six, how powerful can he become in more than ten years?

There are still many mediocre people and few geniuses in this world. The supreme genius like Shen Tianci, who has been shining brightly in China since his mother's womb, is even rarer.

Meng Zhao heard this and thought for a moment.

It's not that he has any opinions or thoughts about this person's temptation, he is just thinking about how far he should go.

Should we hold back a little and be able to explain everything to the same extent, or should we directly use the overbearing power to suppress everything and make the other party fearful?

Soon, he made a decision. Sooner or later, this power would be felt by the rebel camp, and it would also be an important bargaining chip for him to compete for the power of the rebel army in the future, so it was okay to let him experience it first.

After thinking about this, Meng Zhao nodded and said to He Xinda,

"I have a small skill, so I'll ask Messenger He for advice."

After saying that, I saw him filling the empty wine glass with red fruit wine in a hurry.

As he poured it over, a very special aura rose from the wine glass, and a chill like frost and snow spread throughout the wooden building.

This kind of chill is not real. It can make people feel that their blood is cold and their breath turns to ice.

It's just a feeling and thought deep in my heart.

He Xin looked at Meng Zhao's hand with great interest. He couldn't see any tricks or power, but his spiritual practice and spiritual martial arts were definitely a strong hand among strong hands, not ordinary.

The next moment, the three people sitting here, He Xin, Ji Zhenyun, and Ji Rulin, suddenly saw the bright moon rising, bright and flawless, with a bit of intoxicating smoke in the coldness.
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The moonlight is like wine. The more moonlight you look at, the more drunk you become.

At the same time, a sound that sounded like a frog or a toad came out. After the croaking, the bright moon in the eyes of the three people fluctuated. For a while, a gurgling moon-white light fell, and the bright moon became brighter and brighter.

The hair is narrow, and the white light of the moon gradually turns deep red.

When the special charm dissipated, the three people present were still unfinished and seemed to be addicted to that illusory scene.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. It's really a wonderful martial art. With just one move, He can make someone surrender. There are very few in our army.

Brother Lu is indeed an extraordinary talent, able to practice martial arts to such a superb level."

Meng Zhao's skill is actually based on the Moon Toad Swallowing Skill, but using wine as a medium and spiritual martial arts as a supplement, the three people present here are drawn into the artistic conception of this magical skill that Meng Zhao understands.

What is reflected is not how mysterious his moves are or how powerful and arrogant his strength is, but simply his lofty, mysterious and mysterious realm.

In fact, this is the most rare thing.

Moves can be refined over time, and skill can be continuously accumulated. However, the practice and understanding of martial arts cannot be achieved simply by hard work.

It must be both talent and hard work.
Chapter completed!