"What are you going to do?"

Sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, Yuanci, who was still in motion, opened his eyes, looked at the blue-shirt scholar next to him, and said slowly

"Feng'er has never even returned to Shaolin Temple to practice during these days. He practices with your Qingtao cavalry every day, which shows that he really cares about this matter."

"He lost his mother since childhood. For him, the three words "Shenwu Mansion" may have extraordinary significance, not just a simple identity."

The literati said lightly

"I know."

The tranquility of the tranquility of the

"So, you know, but you still have to do that?"

Mr. Ying said coldly, "I had asked him half a month ago. This is his own choice. No matter what the outcome will be, he will not blame others no matter what."

"What, Yuanci, what are your opinions?"

"You might as well say it."

Yuanci yelled the Buddha's name, and the Tao of peace

"There is nothing wrong with what sir."

"It's just that, is it a bit too hasty."

The literati in green clothes said indifferently

"The people in the world won't wait until he is ready before he comes to provoke him."

Yuanci was silent for a moment and said, "Have you told Feng'er about this?"

Mr. Ying looked at Wang Anfeng, who was practicing the military formation in another world, and said, "It's not yet."

"Let's talk about it until today's practice."

"……Amitabha."

……………………

Wang Anfeng and Qingtaoqi finished practicing sword skills together. At this time, he sat next to the cliff, looking at the distance with a calm expression, and a strand of black hair on his forehead raised, whirling slightly.

During the past half month, he practiced with these 300 people, and his pace was gradually like an arm and finger. He did not have the initial unfamiliarity. It took thirteen breaths to achieve the consistency of breathing. At this time, it was only enough for one breath and one breath to be inhaled.

The army was overturned, and at that moment, there was almost the illusion that the body turned into a giant. With just one thought, it could mobilize the evil spirits of three hundred people, and advance and retreat as if it were to move its own internal force.

But he vaguely felt that he could only take action two or three times at most, and he could not use it to the limit. Otherwise, the three hundred people would probably lose the power to fight again on the spot. If they were on the battlefield, they would probably have to be slaughtered.

If a general is not careful, the disaster will end in the three armies.

And with only these 300 people, he was already feeling a little overwhelmed.

Although during the Battle of the Seven Kingdoms, those contemporary generals who claimed to be able to be able to mobilize 100,000 soldiers and horses, and the endings are connected, and they are not able to mobilize such a huge evil spirit.

However, there are many powerful generals who can fight back and forth in the battlefield.

With thousands of elite evil spirits and the influence of the enemy and us, those contemporary generals led their troops to fight on the battlefield, their power was probably not inferior to that of martial arts masters. They gave everything and burned all the jade and stones, even the masters could not bear it.

Therefore, the battlefield has always been a forbidden place for experts in the martial arts world.

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but be stunned.

Three hundred elites can make him and the top experts in the world beat several moves.

I don’t know what Li Bo’s martial arts look like if a general fights forward with ten thousand fights, his evil spirits are in his body and he goes back and forth.

Li Bo was originally a master and a famous general.

The sound of footsteps sounded.

Wang Anfeng did not turn around. Gongsun Jing, who was wearing some armor, walked up, stopped behind him, bowed and bowed.

"Young Master."

Wang Anfeng put away his thoughts, looked as usual, stood up and smiled.

"Gongsun, what's wrong?"

Gongsun Jing took two steps back first, and repeatedly bowed his hands and said, "Young Master must not do this." The general could not bear the young master. If the young master stood up to greet the general, he had to kneel down. When Wang Anfeng had no choice but to sit down again, he smiled as if he was satisfied.

"It's nothing. I just saw the young master trance here, and I don't know if there is anything I can help. So I come and see. If the young master has something to ask for, don't be polite, just give me instructions."

At this time, his body was straight and his body was still covered in dark-colored heavy armor.

Thousands of wrought iron are protected on the shoulders and arms. In addition, a layer of breastplate in the battle robe is not as heavy as half the weight of the Daqin Mingguang Armor, but its defense is most of the time. The connection between the shoulderplate and the breastplate is decorated with red tassels.

It blows gently with the wind, and it looks like the red danced with the wind under the golden bells of Fufeng Tower.

Wang Anfeng laughed and said, "What thoughts can you have?"

"Just come here to see the scenery. Gongsun, don't you go and have a rest?"

His eyes flashed and saw the three hundred Qingtao riders who were slightly relaxed on the flat ground. They were not in a state of cultivation at this time, nor were they emotionally unaware of the tired steel machines. At this time, they were either sitting and chatting, or walking around to see the scenery on the mountain.

Gongsun Jing shook his head, didn't care, said

"These trainings are not worth mentioning compared to General Li's training back then. At that time, each of us wanted to fall into a coma, but when we were unconscious, we would be awakened by people with warm water and continue training."

"If we don't want to carry it, we can naturally choose to withdraw, but we were holding our breath at that time. We didn't want to retreat no matter what, and we really counted our lives day by day."

"It's easy now."

Gongsun Jing's expression softened.

Wang Anfeng quietly looked at the light outside the mountain and said softly

"What was Li Bo like back then?"

Gongsun Jing answered without hesitation

“The strongest!”

"Even now, the general does not think that anyone in the world can be under the battlefield. He will take General Li with all his strength."

"When the encirclement and suppression of Yasukuni, the last general also witnessed in the last battle that the number one person in the Yasukuni River was so proud that he was about to fly to the sky. He was shot by General Li and then pierced his weapon with a spear."

"Thousands of troops, step on the meat paste!"

"If General Li fights alone, he can defeat the so-called Taoist real person at the foot of Daomen Mountain. If he could be as 10,000 generals as he used to be, even if he was a few masters who were so popular in the world today, what would he be like?"

"A palm pierces through the tide of mountains and rivers for seven hundred miles? A willow branch breaks a red candle for ten miles? These are all fancy things, put on the battlefield, but they just shoot the account!"

Gongsun Jing's body was straight and held the knife with one hand. He was not perfunctory in his expression, but was arrogant and pious, full of rebelliousness. Suddenly, he found that Wang Anfeng was smiling at him, his expression turned slightly stiff, and he waved his hand and said with a dry smile.

"This, this shot of the account is naturally not the general. The general does not have such great ability. In the world, only General Li can do it..."

"If the last general is changed, not to mention whether he can fight those people, even the commander of the army will probably have a big fuss. If he walks a few steps, he will disperse the formation, let alone let the thousands of troops fight with others."

"It is very likely that people and horses will trample on each other and collide with each other."

Wang Anfengdao

"Gongsun, you respect Li Bo very much..."

Gongsun Jing was slightly stunned and then said softly

"It's only twenty years since the end of the Seven Kingdoms War, and the world has been peaceful. How many people still remember the days when people's lives were like grass? The life of the general was brought back from the gates of hell by General Li, and his name was given by the Grand Marshal."

"When I was fighting for my life on the battlefield, the Lord General was not afraid of death, so how dare we cherish our life? The Shenwu Mansion only advanced forward and fought to the death."

"As for respect, it should be like this..."

Wang Anfeng nodded, then said

"Li Bo once talked about Gongsun, you."

"At that time, I asked me if I had eaten pickles for you."

Gongsun Jing's mouth twitched, he said

"General... he is still as usual."

"I will not be afraid of life and death, I just want the young marshal not to pickle any pickled vegetables."

"To be honest, in the Shenwu Mansion, the pickled vegetables made us more afraid than General Li's whipping. Apart from the general and the head of the palace, even General Li was reluctant to eat them."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned.

"Master?"

Before Gongsun Jing could answer, Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly cold, and his right hand suddenly exerted force. The sword on the former's waist roared out loud, turning into flowing light, and then shot towards the side of the mountain rock.

Wang Anfeng shouted in a deep voice and said

"Who is sneaky, come out!"
Chapter completed!