With a bang, under the violent burst of sparks, Cao Zhang's saber was finally cut out of the third gap, and the blade popped out of a gap of nearly half of a melon seed, and this time, the long sword that Shanguo took out was even darker, and even the sword body had a piece of scars and scars, and it looked extremely rough and wild, and there were only traces of it.

Although Cao Zhang's knife was not cut off, but this time, the mountain country finally won, and the tearful Rhodium Zang Qian seemed to be like the Chinese football in the later generations had finally qualified, holding high the sword of his own country, and roaring excitedly.

"Victorious! The skill of my mountain country's divine sword has finally suppressed the Han people of the Central Plains! I'm a great mountain country god skill! Won"

Finally there is no need to make diplomatic problems, Cao Zhang himself is also relieved, and while wiping the sweat beads on his forehead, he asked lightly.

"The mountain country has mainly given this divine sword to this seat? Thank you very much! ”

In an instant, the room fell silent again.

Suddenly froze there, looking at Wang Changle with a disdainful face, looking at the smiling faces of the lively Deng Ai and Cao Zhang, and the old face full of dwarf-like beards, the beads of sweat followed up the seventy-degree sweat room, flowing in a loud and lazy manner, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and his old face was red, and Rhodium Zang nodded his head with great sadness.

"It's ......, it's ......, this mountain country sword, give it to the big ......, the big ......"

"The king can't!"

In the anxiety, the "general" of the hundred people in the mountain country whose face was fanned like a bun fell to the ground with a flutter, and it was really right to be anxious to force out the potential of people, and even his translation tone was forced into an authentic Guanzhong tone, and he shouted in a particularly tragic way.

"This sword is the star iron that the ancestor of the mountain country picked up in this place, braved the heat to forge the earth's fire, and finally sacrificed his own daughter to martyr the sword, only to forge the peerless divine weapon, this sword is a symbol of the mountain country, the gods protect the gift of the mountain country, if the king gives it to the Han people, the inferior ancestors of the mountain country will also be uneasy!"

Seeing the "general" of the mountain country who was kneeling on the ground fluttering and kowtowing, Cao Zhang was depressed again, this politics is really treacherous, and receiving a gift can cause international disputes, if you accept this sword, you must not be hated by this small country in the Western Regions, which will damage his glorious image of the protector of the Western Regions, and the corners of his depressed mouth trembled, Cao Zhangqiang stretched out a smile and slapped his face.

"Since it is the supreme treasure of the ancestor of the mountain country, then please ask the lord of the mountain country to take it back! This seat can't be collected! ”

If you want to say that people really want to die and suffer face, listening to Cao Zhang, this rhodium Zang is actually in a hurry, and he is extremely anxious to hold the sword and bow heavily.

"Most of the protectors must be accepted! Otherwise, how can most of the protectors fight! ”

After all, it is the king, it is better to consider the problem fully, this comes to the door to pretend to beep, a red eye moved out the ancestral sword, and also cut Cao Zhang's sword, and then cheekily refused to give it, isn't it equivalent to directly offending the Western Regions of the Han Dynasty?

Even if Cao Zhang can't take the mountain country when the Western Regions are pacified now, but after the Western Regions are pacified, Cao Zhang doesn't wear small shoes for the mountain country, which is all strange!

Although he regretted the pain and wanted to chop off his cheap hand, but he was holding his face, and Rhodium Zang still pushed forward with his face.

"Oh, this mountain country lord doesn't need to worry, this knife is not a precious treasure knife, there are many more in this seat!"

Shapeless beep, the deadliest!

It's not a precious sword!

That's a lot! Let's play

The two sentences kept echoing in Rhodium Zang's ears like thunder, and in his eyes, he opened a square box from the bag he was carrying from his back, and the same knife as the saber that Cao Zhang had just pulled out from his waist was really six or seven, and it was heavily exposed in front of him.

And just when Rhodium Zang's eyes were full of shock and his ears were buzzing, Wang Changle on the side hummed and gave him a final blow without care.

"This kind of knife is just a high-quality saber of my Ma'anshan Steel Refining Group, and it is just a big road goods with dozens of runs! Cut out a gap, and really treat yourself as a peerless sword...... you ......"

It was really a moment when faith collapsed, and suddenly his eyes widened in astonishment, and the next second, his eyes shrank, and the corners of Changle's mouth couldn't help twitching again.

The old face that was originally full of beard and fierceness suddenly became full of smirks, and the meteoric iron sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, like a psychopath, and suddenly he smiled and held a large number of sabers in Cao Zhang's arms in his arms, and Rhodium Zang was hehe smirked loudly.

"Treasure Sword! What a lot of knives! Peerless Sword! ”

Why did this ...... suddenly go crazy again???

Afraid of being beaten by mental illness and not needing the knife, Cao Zhangzi staggered back a step, and looked stupid with a sad look when he raised his legs!

On the other side, the "general" of the mountain country, whose face was drawn like a bun, also knelt on the ground tragically, and kept exclaiming.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Your Majesty! ”

can be counted as a little bit of a comeback, covering his head and melon seeds, the bearded "dwarf king" was crying like a child of more than 180 pounds in the next second, holding his head and squatting on the ground and crying.

"Don't call me king! The Han people casually have a sword, which has surpassed the highest sword forged in our mountain country, what is the significance of the existence of the mountain country? Disperse, disperse, woo, whoa, whoa, whoa, ......"

…………

It was really a collapse of faith, and the king of the mountain was sent away, and he could hear his howling and crying, and Cao Zhang was depressed and couldn't help but grab his hair and turn in circles, muttering depressedly.

"This thing is going on, it's a diplomatic incident!"

Leaning comfortably on the recliner that God knows how to move, Miss Changle stuffed her little finger into her nostrils without image, humming disdainfully while picking at it.

"Huh, fragile man!"

…………

This incident did cause a diplomatic turmoil, but Cao Zhang didn't know whether it was a good storm or a bad storm.

After returning from the Han army camp, the king of the mountain country, Rhodium Zangqing, stepped down from the throne, became a monk, and then found a cave in the mountain behind Moshan City to squat, even the iron did not fight, and sincerely converted to my Buddha, so that the mountain country had to re-elect a king in a hurry.

As for the reason, many people spread that it was rude to the lord of the mountain country, and as a result, he was cursed by the new capital, and he lost his heart and went crazy, and had to become a monk and replace the new king.

Looking at the piles of wheat and dried fish, Cao Zhang rubbed his nose in frustration.