There are six people in total, and all six palace commanders are here.
Shao Shiyu, Lu Fengxian, Bei Minghai are on the left, Qin Yushan, and Li Conghai are on the right. But sitting on the commanding position is an old man in blue shirt, who was the old man who taught Lin Zhao some time ago to practice boxing.
Chen Wanli, the commander-in-chief of the Cangnan Iron Cavalry, was the leader of the six major palace commanders of Dashang.
This martial artist in the 12th realm of rebirth has made great achievements in battle and has a very high prestige in the army. He is second only to Yue Hao as the commander in chief. Even Qin Yushan, the owner of the Yuzhu Garden in the 13th realm, respects him with utmost respect. Now
All the six palace commanders were there, but Cangnan Iron Cavalry did not send any soldiers. Only one palace commander came, but everyone still followed Chen Wanli's lead!
"What's the order of battle?"
Lu Fengxian frowned and said: "In the past few days, Lin Qing'er, Yan Beichen, Wen Liang, Gu Zixi, the four participating masters have arrived, plus Marshal Chen. Should we arrange the order of battle in this way? Should we decide it first, or wait until the Monster Race
When we send people, shall we send people again?”
Young Master Yu nodded: "Based on strength, Yan Beichen may be the strongest among the twelve realms, not only among the human race, but also the best in the world."
"really."
Qin Yushan, who was in the Thirteenth Realm, nodded slowly and said: "Yan Beichen is a true natural sword breed. He owns three Yunjian Lakes and three flying swords. Two of these three flying swords have never been seen in front of the world.
, such a prodigy... Any Twelve Realm Great Demon sent by the Demon Clan will just die. Logically speaking, Yan Beichen should sit in the fifth game and serve as our decisive chess piece."
Li Conghai nodded in agreement.
"Lin Qing'er's chances of winning are also extremely high."
Bei Minghai said: "In terms of talent and understanding, she may not be much worse than Yan Beichen. The only difference is that she is a master. These two are the two with the highest chance of winning."
Lu Fengxian smiled: "In addition, Chen Laoshuai is a martial artist in the Twelve Realm Rebirth Realm. His boxing skills are unparalleled and outstanding in the world. Which Twelve Realm monk in the demon clan dares to face Lao Shuai Chen's fist?"
Chen Wanli smiled slightly but said nothing.
Young Master Yu frowned slightly. She didn't like to talk at this time, because Young Master Yu's own cultivation level was extremely low. As one of the six dignified commanders, Young Master Yu was just a mere Nine Realm sword cultivator.
She felt that she was not even qualified to speak.
"None of these are important."
Chen Wanli smiled and said: "No matter what the outcome of these five confrontations is, the Monster Clan will inevitably turn against each other, and what do we have to do? Arrange our troops to defend the entire Snowy Tianchi. Even if the Monster Clan sends out ten
With the strength of the military tent, we can also ensure that the Snowy Tianchi is absolutely safe. Only in this way can we truly be fully prepared. Besides..."
He smiled slightly: "The order of battle has long been decided. It has been decided in the Flying Fish Biography sent by Marquis Wen. No one needs to guess. Just wait and see on the day of the decisive battle."
"Um!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
Chen Wanli continued: "The spies in the north sent a letter from Feiyu. In the recent period, the Demon Clan has sent three more military tents. The Demon Clan has used more than one million cavalry. Now these cavalry are
Stationed five hundred miles north of the Snowy Tianchi, they can kill the Snowy Tianchi in half a day. In addition, the ghost tribe has also mobilized a large number of puppet legions. Some spies have detected that at least more than one million ghost puppet troops have appeared in the snowy region.
We are northwest of Tianchi, and this battle is only a matter of time."
Shao Shiyu nodded: "During this period, everyone just needs to strengthen their defenses, strengthen their training, and prepare for a big battle."
"yes!"
"alright."
Chen Wanli stood up, raised his hand, and said with a smile: "Everyone returns to the camp to train and repair. The 10,000 Mohist monks sent by the Mohist ancestral court will build formations for our entire position. There is no need to worry, even if it is
Outnumbered and outnumbered, we may not lose."
"Yes, handsome!"
The palace commanders left one by one.
Chen Wanli twisted a page of Feiyuzhuan letter paper in his hand. On it were written a few lines of Wen Hou Wen Shuoyang, which was the order in which these five games were played -
The first scene, Chen Wanli.
The second scene, Gu Zixi.
The third scene, gentle.
The fourth scene, Lin Qinger.
The fifth scene, Yan Beichen.
The old commander looked up at the sky and smiled slightly. This was because he had to win the first game, otherwise... Yan Beichen might have already lost the human race before he even showed up. It is true that Gu Zixi, Wen Liang, Lin Qing
They are all the best among the human monks, but when they encounter the great demon of the Twelve Realms with terrifying physical strength, these people may not necessarily win.
There are no rules in the five battles. The loser will die. If you lose, you will most likely be killed. This is unquestionable. A person in the Twelve Realms is extremely important to the human race and the four northern tribes.
If there is a chance, the human monks will definitely not let go of the opportunity to slay a twelve-level demon, and the same goes for the demon clan. If given the chance, they will definitely kill a human race's twelve-level demon.
…
Day by day, the time for the five games is getting closer and closer.
Mountain top garden.
After Lin Zhao sent Xiao Shitou away, he felt a little uncomfortable. That honest and stubborn brat practiced boxing with him every day, working tirelessly. While other children of the same age were playing all over the mountains and fields with windmills, Xiao Shitou was still there every day.
Practicing boxing, fishing, and working hard for his livelihood and future, it can be said that Xiao Shitou is the most sensible among his peers, even more sensible than the innocent Xiao Jiu'er.
Therefore, after Xiao Shitou left, Lin Zhaoruo felt a loss, as if he had really lost a biological brother.
The book schools in the small town have really been withdrawn.
Those teachers left together with the people from Dashang's academy, so Xiao Jiu'er no longer had to study, but he still had his homework, and he would write down his homework in Lin Zhao's room every day, and he would be the most holy teacher, Ya
She copied the sage's book over and over again, looking very diligent. In fact, Xiao Jiu'er also wanted to run around the town holding a windmill and laughing like she did in the past, but she knew that if she had to do her homework
If he doesn't do well and doesn't learn a lot of knowledge, brother Lin Zhao will be disappointed in himself, so the little girl works harder and sticks her butt out at the window copying books all day long.
"Xiaojiu'er, are you copying books again?"
Zhi Zhi stood at the window and asked with a joking smile.
"Sister Zhizhi."
Xiaojiuer raised his head and asked with a smile: "Aren't you going to practice sword practice?"
"If you practice every day, you will always feel a little tired. Take a rest."
Zhi Zhi pursed her lips and chuckled: "Xiao Jiu'er, let me ask you, do you know your brother Lin Zhao?"
"Understood!"
Xiaojiuer chuckled: "My brother Lin Zhao is the best, the best brother in the world."
"oh?"
Zhi Zhi pursed her red lips and asked with a smile: "So... your brother Lin Zhao is now fifteen years old, almost sixteen years old, does he have a girl he likes?"
"Yes, I have!"
Xiao Jiu'er raised his thumb high and pointed at himself: "Brother Lin Zhao likes Xiao Jiu'er the most."
Zhi Zhi had a black line on his head: "I mean, is there anyone who can become a Taoist couple?"
Xiaojiuer pouted, stood on the stool, looked at Gaozhi angrily, and said: "When I grow up, I will be as beautiful as sister Gaozhi, and then I will marry brother Lin Zhao as my wife!"
"
"What are you talking about?!"
In the yard, Lin Zhao, who was practicing boxing, suddenly turned his head as if he heard something.
"ah!?"
Xiaojiuer immediately sat down and continued to copy the book hard, while Gao Zhizhi walked away with his sword and rushed into his room through the window, his pretty face turned red.
…
evening.
Lin Zhao took Xiao Jiu'er and Zhi Zhi to eat hot pot at Baiweixuan. They would get tired of eating in the mountain top garden every day. So, when the three of them sat down by the window, there were also three people in the distance.
Drinking, it was Yan Beichen, Wen Liang, and Gu Zixi.
"Um?"
Gu Zixi glanced at him and said with a smile: "Fifteen years old, an eighth-level martial artist, so awesome... Shouldn't he enter the Tianyuan realm before he is twenty?"
"It looks a bit familiar!"
Yan Beichen frowned: "When I went to see Mr. Chen... I seem to have seen this young man in the Tianchi Army's death camp. He was wearing a suit of armor commanded by the death camp at that time!"
"Could it be...Lin Zhao?"
Gu Zixi couldn't help but laugh and said: "My junior uncle protects Lin Zhao. Logically speaking... I can be regarded as half of his senior brother!"
Wen Liang grinned: "Then I... am half a senior brother?"
Yan Beichen smiled and said, "Interesting."
"Lin Zhao."
Gu Zixi stood up, raised his hands to the young man and said: "My name is Gu Zixi, I come from the Confucian Academy, Qin Suihan, the owner of Qian Street Bookstore, is my junior uncle, so..."
"Oh, Boss Qin!" Lin Zhao nodded: "I know, of course I know."
Gu Zixi smiled and said: "So, I am half of your senior brother, why don't you come over to meet your senior brother?"
"But……"
Lin Zhao was stunned: "I didn't take Boss Qin as my teacher. Although Boss Qin's reading voice is very nice, but..."
"Ahem!"
Wen Liang stood up and said, "I was also Qin Suihan's nephew, so please call me Senior Brother Wen Liang."
Lin Zhao was confused.
"Why, you don't want to?" Gu Zixi asked with a smile.
"I don't want to."
Lin Zhao shook his head: "I have a sect, and I don't dare to call him senior without the permission of my master, senior brother, or senior sister."
"That's it..."
Gu Zixi smiled and said: "Then... let's talk about it later!"
Wen Liang grinned: "This kid looks a bit like me!"
Yan Beichen only focused on drinking. He didn't want to care about the affairs of the Confucian Academy. After all, those people were doing academic work every day. They made great sense as soon as they spoke. It was so upsetting. For sword cultivators, practicing swordsmanship is all.
, what do you care about those big principles?
And he, Yan Beichen, is the type who is born with knowledge of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship. When he comes to Yan Beichen, he can understand it at a glance. When others ask about swords, he only needs to look at them from a distance to learn the swordsmanship and swordsmanship of both parties.
Half of the time, this kind of person is just a monster, but at this moment, he has become the hope of the human race.
…
night.
After eating hot pot, I went home satisfied.
"Little junior brother!"
Just when Lin Zhao was holding Xiao Jiu'er and crossing the bridge side by side with Zhi Zhi, someone suddenly called him.
In the distance, there was a man wearing a green shirt, carrying an empty silver sword scabbard behind his back.
