The Emperor is Above

Chapter 583 Hurry and meet the Lord

Fox Hill tribe leader Hu Yan is indeed an old fox.

After raising a controversial topic, he decisively backed off and said nothing.

The Horse King and the Aries King frowned, and did not say a word because they were afraid of Qing Yi's ability to kill King Xian Yu.

The most irritable person among the people present, King Tushu, could not help but shout loudly and coldly: "Your Excellency is so arrogant!"

The Tushu King was over 18 feet tall, with extremely strong legs and arms. Even in early winter in October, he still had strong bronze skin.

Qing Yi was eight feet and three inches tall, almost the same height of 1.9 meters in his previous life. Even among the vassals of the State of Xing, he was considered tall and handsome. However, in front of King Tuzhi, he looked short and thin.

It was precisely because of the huge difference in body size between the two sides that King Tushu stretched out his hand and gestured rudely, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Qing Yi's height was less than half of his, and the size difference between the two was even greater. When the Tushu King stretched out his arm, it was as thick as Qing Yi's waist.

Seeing that Qing Yi looked calm and without any anger, King Tushu snorted coldly, "In recent days, all tribes have been saying that you killed King Xianyu with your own hands, but I don't believe it!
With your tiny body, how could you have the strength to kill a first-class Grandmaster like King Xian Yu? There must be something we don't know."

"Oh?"

Qing Yi was not angry either. He looked up and down at the sturdy figure of the Tushu King, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "After all, there is only one Xianyu King. I can't kill him again in front of you.

So what should I do to make you believe that I killed King Xianyu myself? Or do you have any way to judge?"

"Old Pig! Old Cow and I have already submitted to Longcheng Yi Yaqing. From now on, he is our lord. Don't be so rude!"

When Qingtianshu saw the behavior and words of King Tushu, he had to speak out quickly to express his attitude in case this guy did something to anger Qingyi again.

The Taurus King followed suit and agreed, "Yes, old pig, don't mess around. All of us tribes will have to rely on you to make a living in the future."

"Ah? Old Patriarch, Old Cow, are you guys going to join him now?"

Before the Swine King could react, the Horse King, Aries King and Deer King were all shocked. The old fox Hu Yan also had a look of doubt and surprise in his eyes.

After being warned by the Sky-Bearing Tree and the Taurus King, even the rough-tempered Tushu King became alert, and his eyes became much more serious when he looked at Qing Yi again.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then turned to the Sky-Bearing Tree and the Taurus King and shouted, "Old Patriarch, Old Bull, you are really not nice. We usually advance and retreat together, and we always discuss and decide on things.

Now you two have joined an outsider without saying a word. Even if he really killed King Xianyu, he should have fought seriously."

King Tushu said, then turned to Qing Yi and said, "Since you are the lord of the old clan leader and the old cow, I can't use my sword, fists or feet without thinking. It's not good to hurt you.

Let's just have a contest of strength. If you are stronger than me, I will lead my troops to serve you. What do you think?"

"That's absolutely fine, let's start the competition now!"

Qing Yi smiled and nodded, agreeing to compete with the Tushu King. His confident look made the several clan leaders who were watching on the sidelines look nervous.

The so-called strength contest of the Tushu King is not arm wrestling, but two people hold each other's hands and take a step forward to see who can pull the other person away from the original position. This not only considers the strength of the palm and arm, but also considers the strength of all joints of the body, and even more considers the exquisite control and use of strength skills of both parties.

King Tushu moved his arms and legs and joints, making a series of crackling sounds, and then said in a resounding voice: "In this kind of strength contest, the party with a bigger body and longer arms and legs often has an advantage.

But since you were able to kill King Xian Yu, you must be as strong as a first-grade Grandmaster. I am at the peak of the second-grade Judge Realm, slightly weaker than you, so it can be considered a fair fight."

After hearing the other party's reminder, Qing Yi actually developed a subtle liking for this big Tuzhu King. People who put everything on the table are the easiest to get along with.

"Be careful!"

Following Qing Yi's reminder, the strength contest between the two began.

Soon Qing Yi frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the physical strength of this Tushu King was far beyond that of an ordinary second-grade judge.

It seems that this is a power bonus derived from racial blood. No wonder the Tushu tribe is a relatively strong tribal race among the descendants of hundreds of ethnic groups.

However, even though the power of the Tushu King was beyond imagination, Qing Yi was still able to deal with it calmly, and the Taiyi Qi Refining Technique circulated rapidly through his meridians.

The twelve acupoints were glowing with divine light, and the last few acupoints were about to unlock innate magical powers, which made his physique even stronger.

The Tushu King used all his strength to tightly grasp Qingyi's hand, and used his size advantage to push, pull, and tug in an attempt to force Qingyi to move away from his original position.

But no matter how hard he exerted, he could not make Qing Yi move at all. The feet of the young man in front of him seemed to be rooted in the ground, unable to move at all.

In the end, King Tushu's dark face turned purple, but Qing Yi's face remained calm, which made his eyes full of embarrassment.

"No, no, no!"

In the end, the panting Tushu King had to give up the fight. Seeing Qing Yi's steady breath as if he was tasting it, his dark face was full of shock and gratitude.
“As expected of a strong man who could kill King Xian Yu, your physical strength and skills are truly awe-inspiring.

If you don't mind, the 15,000 Tushu people are willing to serve under you, my lord. Please accept us."

"King Tuzhu is willing to lead his troops to surrender, so of course I won't be disgusted at all!" Qing Yi helped the black man up with a smile. Now he got another 15,000 people.

"Before you came, I had already discussed with the old chief of the Sky-Bearing Tree and the Taurus King how each tribe would be treated in the future. After they submit to my command, I will treat them equally with the people under my command, and will never let any tribe suffer from hunger due to lack of food and clothing."

"Good, great! The old chief of the Sky-Bearing Tree has always been fair and wise!"

King Tushu gently rubbed his palms, his dark face full of seriousness.
"When I was nomadic in the wilderness, I knew that the old patriarch and the old cow were both smart people. They gave up such a large family business and did not want to submit to the lord. I must have made the right choice by following their lead."

"Haha, old pig, you really know how to talk!"

The Sky-Raising Tree and the Taurus King both smiled happily.

The smiles of the two men reassured King Tushu, and he turned around and said loudly: "Old Horse, Old Sheep, Old Deer, we are all in this together, so don't dawdle, come and greet the lord quickly, why are you pretending to be so reserved?"

(End of this chapter)