Kong Mufeng agreed on seven days for the so-called geniuses to go into battle and kill the enemy. Only by taking three heads could they be eligible to enter the city.
Although it was only seven days, Kong Mufeng had been waiting at the city gate since the second day, looking at the battlefield in the distance from God's perspective.
Seven days can be said to be long or short, but in just one sentence the day came for the geniuses to return to the city.
Outside the wasteland, there are few human figures; under the vast sky, there is desolation.
"Confucius, someone is here!"
I saw a figure flying in the sky, wearing a long robe, it turned out to be Yin Qinghuan.
Arriving at the city, Yin Qinghuan threw out a baggage. The baggage spread out in the sky, revealing a dozen human heads, which fell towards the city gate like meteorites.
Xizi waved his hand, and all the heads flew to the city gate, and there were seventeen heads in total.
"How about it? Maybe I can go to the city?" Yin Qinghuan looked proud, as if he was showing off his power.
Kong Mufeng did not speak, but looked at the second person in the distance.
The person who came was none other than Ouyang Daofeng, the leader of the Eight Young Masters.
"Hmph, I'll be one step ahead of him this time..." Yin Qinghuan and Ouyang Daofeng secretly competed.
Ouyang Daofeng flew to the tower and stopped, taking out a baggage from the ring.
When the baggage was opened, there were three human heads, no more and no less.
"Hey, only three!" Ouyang Daofeng sneered disdainfully, but Kong Mufeng was not surprised.
"Ouyang Daofeng, tell me, who are these three people?" Kong Mufeng deliberately raised his voice so that even Yin Qinghuan could hear it.
Ouyang Daofeng was stunned, wondering how he knew the three people I killed were not ordinary people.
"This is called the Black-Headed Snake. He is the slave master and the prisoner commander. He has thousands of lives of Jiamu Kingdom soldiers under his command."
Ouyang Daofeng kept one head aside and picked up the other head. "This is a one-eyed wolf. He is greedy for beauty and has taken over many girls from Jiamu Kingdom."
"The last one is Yang Zitian, the third genius of the Black Wind Kingdom. He has a ferocious temperament and loves to kill. He is a big threat to the Jiamu Kingdom."
Kong Mufeng nodded, judging the difference between the two.
Although Yin Qinghuan killed more than a dozen people, the three people Ouyang Daofeng killed were all famous people, and they were all people who deserved to be killed.
Then the second batch came over.
The leader of this group is Lou Xingge, followed by Jiang Gonglin, followed by Wu Mingshi and Mei Youren.
"Lu Dagun, do you think I'm still a loser?"
Lou Xingge angrily threw his head into the sky, and seven or eight heads seemed to be raining down.
"receive!"
With a wave of his hand, Lu Dagan collected these heads on the tower.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Mingshi and Mei Youren rushed over with six heads each and handed them over tremblingly.
These two people were also frightened, and they trembled with fear when they saw Kong Mufeng's disciples.
"Prince-in-law, I'm late when I come back. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Jiang Gonglin, without blushing or out of breath, carefully took out the three heads from his arms.
"Just kill three?" Someone next to me was confused. One of the Eight Young Masters killed three? Even the Eighth Young Master didn't know how good he was. Ouyang Daofeng killed three big men. It seems that the three he killed
It looks pretty normal.
"These three took the initiative to attack me, so I killed them. There is no need to kill the following ones. After all, it doesn't make much sense."
The corner of Kong Mufeng's mouth rose, a little interesting. "Then do you know that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself?"
Jiang Gonglin cupped his hands and said: "Senior, the enemy I understand is an enemy who actively provokes me, not an enemy I actively establish. As for those who run away when they see me, why bother chasing them? Maybe they don't want to have any
This is a war."
Kong Mufeng nodded. Jiang Gonglin barely reached five points. Although his strength was slightly inferior to the others, his character was still good.
One after another, many people came back.
Some killed three people and left them covered with wounds, and some only killed two Kong Mufeng and let them enter the city.
In the end, more than 500 people came back, and the remaining 300 people either went home or died in the battle.
"Confucius, everyone is back, let's go back!" Lu Dagun suggested when he saw the people and they were almost here.
"Wait a moment!" Kong Mufeng bowed his hands and looked forward.
Not long after, two teenagers walked towards this side casually, chatting and laughing.
"It's Qin Xiaoyao and Qi Wuhuan!"
"Why did they come back so late? Did they kill many enemies?"
Everyone watched the two people walk in expectantly.
"Here! Here are our tickets!"
Throwing out the baggage, there were no more than six heads.
"What's going on? Why are all the Eighth Young Masters so negative?"
Kong Mufeng pretended to be serious and said: "You guys didn't try your best!"
"right!"
Qin Xiaoyao's words left everyone speechless. Does this mean he admits it?
"Why?"
"It's not fun, I don't want to kill him!"
This sentence also made Kong Mufeng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Is killing people just for fun?
"What about you? You don't think it's fun either?" Kong Mufeng asked Qi Wuhuan again.
Qi Wuhuan said softly: "As long as I complete the task, you don't need to ask more questions, and I don't need to answer you."
Kong Mufeng almost exploded.
Look at Ouyang Daofeng, he killed three people because he wanted to kill the one who deserved to be killed; Jiang Gonglin killed three people because he had good intentions. These two are good, one said it was not fun, and the other simply refused to answer.
"Ahem, okay, fellow soldiers, the accommodation has been arranged for you. The fire will follow, oh... that means the marshal will assign tasks to you."
Kong Mufeng changed the topic to ease the embarrassment. No one else dared to laugh, only Kong Mufeng and his disciples were snickering.
Lu Dagun said in a coquettish manner: "These two are great. They have mastered the essence of fighting against the master before entering the school. These two juniors are good, I like them!"
"I said I accepted them? Are you still going to help me become my disciples?" Having said that, Kong Mufeng still felt really good.
"Inside, Ouyang Daofeng, Qin Xiaoyao, Qi Wuhuan, and Jiang Gonglin, please follow me. Let's take a step to talk."
The four people followed them ignorantly, while the remaining young masters had resentful faces.
"Where did this guy come from? He is such a loser and likes to point fingers. Those who don't know better think he is the generalissimo." Lou Xingge looked angry. As a prince, he was bullied for the first time by someone using his power.
Yin Qinghuan said helplessly: "If you are not a marshal, the marshal must obey him. Your Highness, I advise you to avoid causing trouble and seek happiness for yourself."
"Hey, Yin Qinghuan, where did you go when you were so arrogant? Did you get beaten up and become decadent?"
Yin Qinghuan didn't answer him, turned around and left, making Lou Xingge tremble with anger.
"Kong Mufeng, right? I let you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, and sooner or later I will let you die in my hands!"