Ma Huhu and Zheng Zhiguo followed behind, constantly renewing their understanding of the young deputy gang leader. This is too magical. Isn't it a magic? Unlike! Immortal magic? Well, it must be, "Deputy gang leader, are you a god?"
Ma Huhu couldn't hold it in any longer and asked.
Regarding Ma Huhu's question, Cheng Yu did not answer directly, but just smiled. He did not want to explain more. After all, he would not stay here for long, so he should retain some sense of mystery.
"I just saw three members of the beggar gang walking directly into the lake. Did I see it wrong?" The audience on the shore couldn't figure out the situation for a while.
"Yes, I saw it too, it was diving!"
"Diving? Is it to dive into the bottom of the water and swim to the other side? I heard that the naval heroes on Liangshan Mountain once used diving to build warships to capture Gao Qiu. Are there such underwater masters among the beggars?"
"I have to admit that the Beggar Clan's move is very covert and more reliable than approaching in other ways." Shangguan Jiannan praised.
"Look, the hero Xiao Bieli is back too!"
"General Niu, we found the marshal, hehe..." Xiao Bieli was amused by this kind of game like playing house, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
On the opposite side of Xiang Lake, there was indeed a residential area. Under the guidance of Qiu Qianren, a wounded soldier was quickly found.
"Are you Marshal Yue?" "Yes, this is Yue Fei."
This is a code word for competition regulations, and it is completely an imaginary setting.
Cheng Yu's consciousness scanned the injured part of "Yue Fei" and found that the injury was on the leg, and it was obviously an arrow wound. The wound had become suppurative and rotten, emitting a foul smell.
"Why didn't you get treatment in time?" Cheng Yu squatted down and gently opened the clothes around the wound, some of which were already stuck to his body with blood.
"Haha!" the wounded soldier laughed helplessly, "It's good to be able to save his life. Brothers don't even have enough to eat, how can they have money to buy medicine! Alas!"
"Just bear with it!"
Bang bang, Cheng Yu stretched out his fingers and quickly tapped the wounded soldier's numb points to relieve him from pain.
"Do you have a knife?" He turned around and asked Ma Huhu and Zheng Zhiguo. They only saw the two of them. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they shook their heads at the same time.
"Few Beggar Clan disciples carry swords!" Ma Huhu muttered in a low voice.
"I have it!" The wounded soldier pulled out a dagger from his waist.
Cheng Yu did not complain to the two helmsmen and took the dagger from the wounded soldier. Poof---two beams of glazed flames rose from his fingertips and burned on the blade for high-temperature disinfection.
The two young Beggar Gang helmsmen next to them opened their mouths, surprised that the deputy gang leader could control water and fire so freely.
Both of them had witnessed the subsequent healing process, and were not too surprised. The wounded soldier brother was really shocked. He stroked his injured leg, which was intact as before, and there was not even a scar left.
"Thank you, hero!"
"Leave this place quickly!" Cheng Yu issued the retreat order and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
After being treated by Cheng Yu, the wounded soldier could stand up and walk directly, which was unexpected by everyone.
The Xianghu side is now in a state of chaos. The reconnaissance work of all participating teams is progressing smoothly and they have entered the second stage of rescue.
The elites of the Yuejia Army set off for a while. The method they adopted was to cross the lake by force. The team of eight Beiwei soldiers used the six-to-two tactics. There were always two people who could get a rest. They cooperated alternately and successfully swam across the lake.
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Han Jiajun made simple bamboo cuts.
Shaolin Wudang United
Get up and find a big boat from somewhere.
The little paper man of the White Lotus Sect pulled a rope to the other side. The other team members were also relying on the rope to climb towards the other side. Chi Chi Chi Chi----, they were obviously specially trained, much better than Shaolin Wudang.
To catch up with the Yue family's army.
Seeing that his sect was lagging behind, Master Cizhao could no longer just sit back and watch the excitement, and personally participated in the competition, which greatly improved the morale of his disciples.
The lakeside soon became quiet again, and people could vaguely see the figures still shaking on the lake. Most of the people on the shore couldn't bear it anymore and went back to rest.
During the retreat, he entered the bottom of the lake again. Cheng Yu was still leading the way. What puzzled him was that he felt the aura again, but it was even stronger.
Wow--Wow---, rub rub rub rub, five figures emerged from the lake.
Shangguan Jiannan and General Niu Gao let out a sigh of relief, "Deputy Gang Leader Cheng, you are really powerful. The results will be available tomorrow morning. Let's go to the tent to rest first."
Cheng Yu was no longer polite and took the lead to follow a leading sergeant. General Shangguan touched Qiu Qianren's head lovingly and praised, "This little guy has such a handsome Qinggong skill!"
The White Lotus Sect used a large number of secret techniques and did not hesitate to use the old sect leader, Master Cizhao, to finally surpass the other teams and successfully withdraw before dawn.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master!" Shangguan Jiannan and Niu Gao stayed up all night and stayed by the lake. When they saw the people from the White Lotus Sect returning successfully, they went to greet them. After all, there was an old man in his seventies among them, and they also wanted to save Yue Shuai.
Full of energy.
"The other teams haven't come back yet, right?" Cizhao valued the result very much, but didn't want to show it, so he lowered his voice and put away the paper boat that was getting smaller.
"Haha." Shangguan Jiannan didn't answer, he just smiled and stopped Niu Gao who was about to speak.
"Master, if you take action personally, you will definitely win the battle. It seems that the alliance leader is yours!" Mao Sheli's face was full of pride. If the master becomes the alliance leader, the entire White Lotus Sect will become stronger.
"Yes, Master, if you didn't cut paper and turn it into a ship, we wouldn't be able to bring the wounded soldier back." Another Bailiancai complimented. The wounded soldier he was supporting was none other than the fake Yue Fei. The wounded soldier could not move his arms.
No, one arrow wound and one knife wound.
"We have prepared a tent for you to rest. Please rest first. The results will be available soon!"
In order to ensure the competition, six tents were specially set aside in the military camp for the six participating teams to rest and use.
"Yes, master, I will help you to rest!" Mao Sheli was worried about the master's health. He had served the master for more than twenty years and was about to inherit the position of the sect leader, but there were still many skills he had not learned. During this exercise,
Let him see again the gap between him and his master.
"I can't sleep anymore, let's take a look!" As people get older, they sleep less. Especially after midnight, it is difficult to fall asleep again. Seeing that dawn is approaching, Master Cizhao is still sleepy. Although he has been struggling for most of the night, the old man is still excited.
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"Master, I think we must be number one." Since Mao Sheli couldn't coax the master to take a rest, he couldn't miss the opportunity to flatter him. It was not easy to make the master happy.
"The leader of the alliance must be the sect leader!"
"The master is highly respected and a genius!" Someone even brought a chair for the master.
"The white lotus flowers are blooming, and the prosperous age is coming!" Some of the white lotus cultivators actually shouted the slogan.
While Master Cizhao sat down, he raised his hand to touch his shiny head and smiled sheepishly, "Hey hey hey!"
At this time, a discordant voice sounded, "Master, don't be careless, I have a bad feeling."
It feels like someone has already arrived first!" It was Pudu who said this.
"Pu Du, you always spoil the master's mood. If you can't speak, don't talk nonsense. No one will treat you as a mute!" Seeing the smile on his face, Mao Sheli scolded Pu Du.
Master Cizhao was not resting. Naturally, no one from the Bailian Sect dared to go back to rest. Everyone accompanied the sect master to guard the lake shore.
The sky will be bright.
"Look, there's someone on the lake!"
The ones who came back this time were the Yue Family Army and the Han Family Army, the two wounded soldiers sitting on the bamboo cutter. It was obvious that the two families had united.
"It's easy to save people, but it's hard to transport injured people!" Xiao Bieli shook his head and sighed, and flew ashore. With a gust of wind, the bamboo pole under his feet floated towards the center of the lake.
The sergeants carried up two wounded soldiers. These two fake Yue Fei seemed to have injured their legs, and they looked very serious.
"Old Xiao! Thank you for your hard work!" General Niu Gao stepped forward to comfort him.
"Alas! I'm so ashamed! General Niu, I've let you down!" Even if Xiao didn't want to be the leader of the alliance, he didn't want to lose the game, because losing on the battlefield means losing his head and paying the price with his life.
"As long as I can rescue my eldest brother, I'm easy to talk to, hehe!"
"Shaolin and Wudang are back too!"
"Everyone has arrived early, but we have failed to live up to everyone's expectations! I will be the last to come back, the last!" The leading monk and Taoist priest frequently held his hands in apology, and there were stout monks and Taoist priests who carried two wounded soldiers from the boat.
The disciples who got off the boat were all dejected.
"Shaolin Wudang is not the latest, the biggest gang in the world has not shown up yet!" Mao Sheli loudly comforted the two factions, and at the same time, he meant to ridicule the Beggar Gang.
"What? The Beggar Gang hasn't come back yet?" Hearing that there were still people behind, the Shaolin Wudang disciples had a smile on their faces again. People in the world want face most, and no one wants to lag behind others, especially the last one, which is very hurtful.
self-esteem.
"So, your White Lotus Sect is ranked first? Congratulations! Congratulations!" A Taoist priest asked Mao Sheli. At this time, the excitement on his face seemed to be that the Wudang Sect won the first place.
"Same joy, thank you, thank you!"
"Please take good care of me in the future!"
Just as everyone was congratulating each other and being polite to each other, General Shangguan Jiannan's shout suddenly plunged everyone into confusion.
"Please invite the Beggars!"
From the tent next to it, five people walked out one after another. In front of them was Cheng Yu, the young deputy leader of the Beggar Clan.
"Ah---yeah!" Zheng Zhiguo yawned, "I slept so soundly this time!"
"I have the nerve to say that after you sleep, you don't care about others. I finally know why I called you Zheng Xiaopi!" Ma Huhu followed behind and kept complaining.
Throughout the night, Zheng Zhiguo's farts almost never stopped since he lay down. Fortunately, this guy didn't grit his teeth or snore. Even so, Ma Huhu still didn't sleep much.
The sergeant was not like that. He was embarrassed to say it. Only Cheng Yu and Qiu Qianren were better off. After all, they were young and had enough to eat and sleep.
"Zheng Xiaoping, there is one more thing I don't understand. Logically speaking, your fart is not very small. Well, this night, it was loud and smelly, so why did it sound like a small fart? It should be.
Is it right to call Zheng Big Fart?" Ma Huhu didn't sleep all night, trying to find balance with his mouth.
"Hehe! My father's name is Zheng Dafu, I can't steal my father's limelight!" Zheng Zhiguo was a little embarrassed, he chuckled, and gave a simple and reasonable explanation.
"Haha, I know what your grandfather, Elder Zheng, should be called!"