Tianhong shook his numb arms, as if he had been persisting for too long, and the conspiracy was discovered by others, so there was nothing to pretend.

He pretended to move his body, bent his waist to the maximum extent, and swung his arms round.

"Bang"!

Guotu's face was instantly beaten red and swollen.

"Haha, the speed of conducting mana at the two listening points is relatively fast!" Tianhong shook his painful hand and walked towards the place where the mercenaries were fighting without looking back.

Looking at the back of his young master leaving, Guotu felt infinite emotion in his heart. He always regarded him as a child, and repeatedly warned himself that he had grown up, but he still couldn't completely let go. Tianhong had no bad intentions at all, even if he was playing a prank, he was full of kindness. He really didn't know when he would let go completely, and the things stuck in his heart seemed to be called spoiling.

Tianhong had some sweat on his head, and it took some effort to change the appearance of the armor. He pushed the helmet behind and wanted to scratch the itch that had been bothering for a long time. But it was not very useful for scratching for a long time. His hair was soaked with sweat, and he had not taken a shower and washed his hair for several days, so he had already stuck to a piece.

He actually minded the method of transmitting spells in the face. Maybe Guotu didn't blame him, but he always felt uncomfortable and felt disrespectful to his elders. In fact, the attack just now was no different from the first time, and he felt that he was protected too well by Guotu and developed a rebellious mentality.

The more he is not allowed to do anything, the more he has to do it. The more he is prevented from being good to the national map, the more he has to go to the end. This is a psychological dark side that is being rigorously posed, and he cannot control it, just like a child in the rebellious period.

"Why didn't the National Tu follow? You're not really angry? Did I slap it a little too hard just now?" Tianhong muttered, "There's nothing I can do. If you want to instantly transmit the magic power of hundreds of years of cultivation, you have to use such a lot of strength. I'll still hold it in and fight!"

"If you don't keep it, you can't knock me away?" Guotu's voice suddenly came from behind.

But from what he meant, he seemed to be following him all the time, but Tianhong didn't notice it.

Tianhong was startled and quickly turned around to see with his own eyes whether the person behind him was really a national map.

"What? I just finished hitting someone and didn't know me anymore?"

"No." Tianhong quickly explained, "Don't look at me, I've opened my eyes, but I haven't seen you follow me."

"How is that possible, Young Master! Before you could walk twenty meters, I flashed over in an instant!" Guotu patted Tianhong on the shoulder and signaled him not to be nervous.

But Tianhong jumped up and shouted, "Really, I didn't lie to you! I've always opened my eyes! This is also the task I assigned to myself after I went to the underworld this time. I have to open my eyes and not close it at all times!"

"Can that be the reason why Yin Qi is transmitted to me?" Guotu asked with concern.

Tianhong shook his head: "No, I still keep some!"

"What's going on? Although your sky eye has just transformed from the heart eye, I felt that your exploration distance was far enough on the battlefield before, so I asked you to try to change to the sky eye."

The two of them stood still and discussed it on the spot for a long time, but they didn't come up with any suitable reason, nor did they find the real reason. Tianhong didn't know why the Tianyan had failed, and it was like the one who didn't turn on the computer, and it completely failed.

"Oh, forget it! No matter how much!" Tianhong pointed ahead.

My brothers were almost cleaned up the opposite side. If I couldn't get over with the national map, I couldn't even get the soup. This was not what I should have done as the commander just now.

No matter how many you kill, you must at least perform well in front of your brothers.

Guotu nodded repeatedly and flashed to the center of the battle with Tianhong like a gust of wind. He left and right, fought for a while and then turned around.

Just like the Smiths who cooperated well, the only 18 mercenaries were not even qualified to be stuck between their teeth.

"Stop fighting!" Tianhong found out that something was wrong and quickly stopped him.

"Bang"!

The fist of the National Tu was furious just smashed the head of the last mercenary.

"What's wrong, young master?" Guotu walked over with a question mark.

Tianhong sighed, and he blamed himself for this matter! He just killed too much and could no longer remember that he had to leave one or two tongues. The tongue he grabbed at the beginning was killed by the irritable Hu Pang, so he wanted to know more accurately about the matter inside the Dashe Gate.

Now I know that there are still half of the fourth level left in it, and the fifth level has not appeared yet. As for whether there are tens of thousands of mercenaries, it is impossible to verify.

The information obtained from the current brothers is very one-sided and cannot be used as a source of data analysis on the battlefield.

"King! Report something to you!" Sotru, covered in blood, also came over. It seemed that the battle just now was extremely brave.

"explain!"

"When we were entangled with the fourth level, the captain of Team Ninth Team died. Later, when we joined the mercenary battle, the captain of Team II was also killed. What should we do? The two or three hundred people from the two teams are now without a leader."

"How do you talk? Our king is not the dragon leader?" The long-tongued eel was a little unhappy.

"Oh, I didn't mean that their team was not the leader!" Sotrue quickly corrected and glanced at Tianhong with a sneak peek.

"Okay, what about the brothers? How many people are killed?"

"Fortunately, I just made a rough count, but it was only fifty or sixty!"

"Okay, although I feel a little sad, there is nothing I can do about it. Let's work hard to save all their family and friends!" Tianhong was a little sad, but the brief meeting had to continue. "The key now is to select two captains, so that this key position cannot be vacant."

"King! I'll come!" A middle-aged man walked out, "I'm from Team 2. The captain is gone, I'll take the lead. I'll charge forward and rescue my family and brothers. I have no choice but to do so!"

Tianhong nodded, but he didn't expect that after such a cruel battle, he would recommend himself. He waved and signaled the middle-aged man to come over and introduce himself.

"Wang! Brothers! My name is Lu Yi, from Henan. I used to be an actor, but I acted in martial arts scenes, so I can be a substitute or something if I have nothing to do. I think I have this ability!"

Everyone below was shocked and burst into laughter. This thing also brought great reputation and jobs. It seems that the population of China is too large.

Tianhong nodded, agreeing. This is also good, and it indirectly mobilized the enthusiasm of the brothers.

"That's okay to be hungry, it's the Ninth Team! It's the Sichuan Football Association, it's the Hungry, it's the Hungry, it's the Hungry Hou Lixia!" Another middle-aged brother raised his hand and walked out.

"Speak Mandarin!" Sotru reminded.

This is what Tianhong wants to say. The eldest brother speaks too fast, just understands something from Sichuan.

"Hungry, cough cough! I'm from Team Nine!" The middle-aged man said word by word, speaking Mandarin in a very awkward manner, "My name is Huolijia. I was forty-five years before my death. I was Sichuan Di! Team Nine Di's kid is too young and it is not reassuring to be the captain. When I come to be hungry, I will be the leader. Do you think about it?"

Tianhong hurriedly agreed. As long as the elder brother spoke too fast, he immediately turned back to Sichuan. Now is not the time to worry about Mandarin. You can quickly set up the next person to complete the organizational structure of the entire team, and it is easier to communicate with orders and military information.

"Wang, can you leave? Let's go to the high ground to ambush?" Hu Zheng asked.

Everyone looked at Tianhong who was thinking, waiting for his final decision.
Chapter completed!