Chu Li looked at him calmly without saying a word.
This Yang Ping is moody and has a gloomy mind. He is not a good person. It is not an easy task to serve under such a person.
"Haha...hahahaha...!" Yang Ping looked up to the sky and laughed, leaning forward and backward with laughter, and finally slapped the table hard, laughing even harder.
Chu Li looked at him calmly, his eyes calm.
Yang Ping suddenly stopped smiling, darkened his face, pointed at him and shouted: "You are a disciple of the Holy Sect of Light, how can you be so naive!"
Chu Li said calmly: "Why did the general say such a thing!"
"Since the establishment of the Fengrui Camp in Dali, there are only ten people who have retired from the Fengrui Camp and reached the rank of centurion. These ten people have all become generals. Do you think you are a general?" Yang
Ping's face was sullen, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Chu Li remained silent.
Yang Ping sneered: "In the eyes of you Guangming Holy Cult disciples, the general is nothing more than mediocre, right?"
Chu Li said: "I don't dare."
Yang Ping snorted: "What do you Guangming Holy Religion dare not do!"
Chu Li said: "General, I am now sanctioned by the Holy Religion and almost expelled from the Holy Religion."
"Hmph, you killed an altar master and you haven't been expelled from the Holy Cult. Of course you are favored by the Saint." Yang Ping curled his lips and said disdainfully: "But when you get to my territory, my subordinates, no matter who you are.
No matter what kind of genius or genius you are, you have to take good care of me and be honest and obedient!"
"Yes." Chu Li smiled.
This Yang Ping is hostile to the Guangming Holy Religion, jealous and hateful. It seems that the Guangming Holy Religion is not so popular.
Yang Ping gritted his teeth and stared at him.
Chu Li looked at him calmly.
The two people's eyes seemed to be fighting in the air, and it was difficult to tell the winner.
Yang Ping gritted his teeth and was filled with hatred for Chu Li. These stinky guys from the Light Holy Religion deserve to die!
The Holy Religion of Light is the state religion of Dali and is everywhere. There are many infiltrations of Holy Religion of Light into the army, but there are also hardliners who firmly oppose the infiltration of Holy Religion of Light into the army. Yang Ping is one of them.
He was very dissatisfied with the Holy Sect of Light, especially with a woman over his head. Although the saint was wise and powerful, she was still a woman.
"Come here!" Yang Ping shouted in a deep voice.
A soldier wearing iron armor came in from outside: "General!"
"Send him to Fengrui Camp!" Yang Ping said coldly.
"Yes!" The soldier clasped his fists in salute and said to Chu Li, "Follow me!"
Chu Li clasped his fists at Yang Ping, then followed the soldiers out of the tent.
Yang Ping gritted his teeth and stared at Chu Li, murderous intent surging.
The armored soldiers strode ahead without saying a word and ignoring Chu Li.
The two quickly passed through the school martial arts field, passed through rows of tents, walked about a mile, and arrived at a remote location in the southwest corner of the military camp.
There are more than a dozen tents in this area forming a school martial arts field, far apart from the tents in the distance, forming an independent camp.
This school martial arts field was half smaller than the one he had seen before, but it was also about the size of a football field, enough for horses to gallop. However, it was deserted and deserted at this time.
"Lao Fan! Lao Fan!" the armored soldier shouted.
An old man with a round figure ran out of a tent, wearing a gray robe. He ran over while adjusting his clothes and shouted: "Come on, come on!"
He hurriedly came closer and clasped his fists: "Xiao Jiang, you are a rare visitor. You haven't been here for a long time!"
"I don't want to come!" The armored soldier muttered: "I gave you someone as a gift, why don't you keep complaining that there is no one?"
"Oh, we finally sent someone here!" Lao Fan, with his round face and a friendly face of a businessman, shouted happily: "How many people are there this time?"
"This is the one in front of me." The armored soldier said: "One of the members of the Holy Sect of Light is as good as ten, let's go!"
"From the Guangming Holy Cult?" Old Fan was overjoyed. He turned to look at Chu Li, looked him up and down, and clucked his tongue: "Okay, okay, okay, okay, disciple of the Guangming Holy Cult! ...Thank you, General!"
"Send the armor right away!" The armored soldier muttered, turned around and left, as if this place was some kind of place of snakes and scorpions.
Lao Fan cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you very much, Xiao Jiang."
The armored soldier left much faster than when he arrived, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Lao Fan looked at Chu Li happily: "Okay, okay, okay, from now on, we will eat in the same pot. I don't know your name yet, brother. My name is Fan Yang, you can just call me Lao Fan."
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"Zhao Dahe!" Chu Li clasped his fists.
"Zhao Dahe, what a name, what a name!" Fan Yang smiled enthusiastically: "Let's go and introduce you to the brothers in our camp."
As he spoke, he raised his voice and shouted: "Xiao Xu! Xiao Xu!"
A man in his thirties lazily walked out of a tent. His arms were bare, his white flesh exposed, his eyes were groggy, he yawned and said lazily: "Old Fan, what else is going on to disturb my sweet dreams?"
"There are new brothers!" Fan Yang laughed and said, "We finally have a team together again!"
The middle-aged man with a round face and facial features was a bit funny. As he walked this way, he hummed impatiently: "I wish there was no one. If we gather together as a team, we will have to die. If we don't gather together, we can live a leisurely life."
, how happy are you to die!"
He shook his head as he spoke, came closer, looked at Chu Li, and squinted at him: "What's the new guy's name?"
"His name is Zhao Dahe, and he is a disciple of the Holy Sect of Light." Fan Yang chuckled.
"From the Guangming Holy Cult?" The middle-aged man with a round face straightened up, and the anxiety on his face flew away. He looked Chu Li up and down: "Are you really a disciple of the Guangming Holy Cult?"
"This is still fake!" Fan Yang said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, this is Xiao Xu, Xu Cihang. He has a bad mouth, but he is quite kind-hearted."
"Go away, you are so kind!" Xu Cihang said angrily: "Zhao Dahe? You don't look like a disciple of the Holy Sect of Light."
Chu Li showed a smile: "Not all disciples of the Guangming Sect may be handsome, but I am special, so I was sent to the sharp camp!"
"Oh..., what a pity." Both of them shook their heads.
Fan Yang sighed: "Disciples of the Holy Sect of Light, that is an existence that is beyond our reach. I never expected to see one alive!"
"Disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult are not immortals." Xu Cihang hummed, "They also have one mouth and two eyes!"
"It's extremely difficult to enter the Holy Sect of Light. We don't have the qualifications!" Fan Yang shook his head and sighed: "We don't have such good parents either."
"I was originally a disciple of a small gang in the countryside. I was an orphan. Later, I was discovered by the inspector and entered the Great Guangming Peak." Chu Li said with a smile: "There is no way, my martial arts qualifications are too good."
He found that the two of them had great admiration for the Guangming Holy Religion and had quite complicated emotions towards him, including envy, jealousy and a bit of schadenfreude.
If he wants to integrate into the sharp camp as soon as possible, he should do what he likes and talk more about the Holy Religion of Light.
To outsiders, the Holy Sect of Light is mysterious, unfathomable, and unattainable. After all, the number of disciples accepted by the Holy Sect of Light is too few and too strict, and they can only be called one in a million.
"Ah——?" the two of them exclaimed in surprise: "Your qualifications are incredible!"
They looked at Chu Li in surprise and even more admiration.
Chu Li smiled and nodded: "It's okay."
"Then how did you get thrown here?" Xu Cihang said: "You fell from the sky into the mud!"
"This matter is a long story." Chu Li shook his head and said: "It involves many secrets in the religion, so I can only say a few words."
"Okay, come on, come on, come on." The two men urged, eyes widening in curiosity.
Chu Li coughed lightly: "I don't know where my tent is yet."
"Come on, come with me." Lao Fan hurriedly pulled him into a tent and said with a smile: "You can stay here."