When Ao Bei returned to the death row tent in the forward battalion with three hundred death row prisoners, there were many fewer soldiers guarding the battalion.

Most were sent to the battlefield.

Ao Bei and the others were holding access tokens, plus Ao Bei had been in the forward camp for many years, and many people knew him.

Therefore, the Ao Beihui Forward Battalion was not blocked.

After returning to the camp of death row prisoners, all the death row inmates who had packed the camp were gone.

There were only a hundred and ten young men in luxurious costumes, who were lazily wandering in the tent.

Seeing Ao Bei and the others walking into the camp, those young boys and brothers showed surprise on their faces one by one, their lazy expressions receded, and their interest suddenly rose.

It seems that something interesting has happened.

Looking at this group of sons, Ao Bei said to Chen Jiugong: "Go and ask who they are!"

After Chen Jiugong answered, he instantly possessed his body, walked over to the group of sons and brothers, and asked, "Who are you?

Look at me, look at you, and it took a long time for people to be humane: "Are these people death row prisoners?

"I heard that these death row prisoners are cannon fodder, and going to the battlefield is a life of nine deaths, I don't know if it's true?"

"Looking at their fierce and vicious appearances, they look quite bluffing!"

"Hey, did you just come down from the battlefield?"

This group of boys is obviously still immersed in their own world, and they don't realize what kind of existence they are facing.

Chen Jiugong was too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of people, shook his fat body, rushed up and grabbed someone out at random.

Said fiercely: "Let me ask you, what about the people before here?"

The arrested son-in-law felt the rich bloody aura on Chen Jiugong's body, and suddenly he couldn't even speak: "Quick, let go of this son, or this son will ask someone to kill you!"

Chen Jiugong showed a cruel smile that he thought was terrifying, and the accumulated killing intent instantly exploded: "Is it? The fat master will ask you again for the last time, where have all the previous people gone here? If you don't say it again, believe it or not, the fat master will kill you now!"

Brother Gongzi is pampered, and Chen Jiugong can not be so frightened, and they all said at once: "They, they were all sent to the battlefield, and I heard that they have all died in battle!"

Chen Jiugong didn't care about the life and death of that group of death row inmates, and asked, "Who are you, why did you appear here?"

Brother Gongzi said: "My father-in-law ...... I am the sixth son of the Zhenguo Mansion, and my name is Lin Feifei!"

"The people we have here are all from the imperial capital!"

Chen Jiugong didn't expect that the little white face he grabbed casually would be so big, but Chen Jiugong was not afraid, and said, "Tell the fat master clearly, why are you here?"

"I ......"

"Shut up!"

As soon as Lin Feifei wanted to speak, he saw someone walk out and interrupt him.

"Can you say these things at will?"

Being suddenly taken aback, Lin Feifei sobered up a lot, and couldn't help but feel afraid for a while, the disaster came out of his mouth, and he almost caused a big disaster.

Seeing a little white face running out again, Chen Jiugong said coldly: "Who are you?"

The man's eyes were deep, his expression was solemn, and he replied, "Second Highness of Zhaoyang Palace, Su Zheng!"

"Oh?"

Chen Jiugong looked at Su Zheng and couldn't help but wonder, how could these people appear in the tent of the death row prisoner in the border region, one of them was bigger than the other?

"Your Royal Highness Zhaoyang Palace, you have a lot of background, so you are the boss of this group of people?"

Chen Jiugong put away his fierce look, squeezed out a smile and asked Su Zheng.

However, Lin Feifei in his hand did not let go.

Su Zheng was extremely disdainful of this group of death row prisoners, and said impatiently: "Your Highness is not the boss, and our affairs are not qualified to be inquired about by a small death row prisoner!"

Chen Jiugong's smile disappeared suddenly, and he said unhappily: "Since you are not even the boss, then how dare you interrupt the fat man's words?"

Su Zheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this fat man to dare to be so arrogant after learning his identity.

However, Su Zheng is not an ordinary person, although he is not welcomed in the palace, his martial arts talent is not bad.

Relying on the martial arts collected in the Zhaoyang Palace, with his own exploration, he also stepped into the Ninefold Gathering Gang Realm, and he was almost one step into the Condensation Realm.

It's just that this cultivation is naturally not enough, at least Tuoba Qianyu is much stronger than this Su Zheng.

"The little death row prisoner dares to speak disrespectfully to His Royal Highness, I'm really tired of it!"

"Die!"

A palm was slapped out, rippling, like a stone thrown in the water, causing heavy ripples.

The palm strength is restrained, and the edge is hidden.

This palm seems to be ordinary, but it is full of murderous intentions.

The power contained in it can only be experienced by Chen Jiugong.

Ao Bei, who was not far away, moved his eyes slightly.

Su Zheng is just gathering in the Gang realm, and this palm has a hint of artistic conception.

The artistic conception is invisible, and it moves with your heart.

After reaching a certain strength, those who can fully comprehend the artistic conception can attract the power of mountains and rivers, and can awaken the energy of the stars, the sun and the moon.

Calling for wind and rain is no longer a problem.

The power of all things is imposed, and it is vast and unfathomable.

It's just that the current Soviet government is far from reaching that point.

The current Su Zheng is just a first glimpse of the artistic conception, and he is not even a threshold, and it is very likely that even Su Zheng himself does not know that he has touched the artistic conception.

Faced with this palm of condensed artistic conception, Chen Jiugong didn't even bother to move.

No one noticed that in the depths of Chen Jiugong's gaze, which was like a gap, strange characters were pulsing.

"Poof!"

A heavy palm slapped on Chen Jiugong's fat body, as if smashing into a ball of cotton.

All the energy is absorbed cleanly.

Before Su Zheng could understand what was going on, an identical force rebounded from Chen Jiugong's body and returned it to Su Zheng.

"Click!"

Su Zheng didn't expect this force to come so suddenly, under the impact of the powerful force, his entire arm was paralyzed, and even moving it was in severe pain.

Between the whole arm, there was still a faint smell of burnt paste.

This is exactly the strangeness of Chen Jiugong's divine and demonic exercises.

Nine poles of true yang!

It can absorb any power and transform it into the qi of the strongest and most yang for its own use, and use its power to return it to the other.

Looking at Su Zheng, who was standing motionless in front of him, Chen Jiugong's face playful: "Isn't the Second Highness going to die of the fat master? Why don't you move?"

"Can't you move, haha!"

Looking at Chen Jiugong, who was laughing arrogantly, Su Zheng was furious, but the severe pain made him extremely sober, knowing that the fat man in front of him was by no means an ordinary person.

If you make a rash move, you are likely to suffer the loss.

I could only turn around and ignore the fat man.

"Stop, did the fat man let you go?"

Su Zheng had to stop and turned around: "Why, you still dare to stay with His Highness?"

"Leave you behind? no, no, no, the fat man dares to kill you!"

Chen Jiugong did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

The burst of killing intent made Su Zheng feel palpitations.

I was shocked in my heart: "This fat man really wants to kill himself!"

Su Zheng's tone couldn't help but soften a little, and said, "What do you want to do?"

Chen Jiugong stopped and said, "Come with the fat master, our battalion commander wants to see you!"

"Battalion commander?"

Ignoring Su Zheng's doubts, Chen Jiugong casually threw Lin Feifei aside in his hand, and then returned to Ao Bei's side.

After seeing Ao Bei's appearance clearly, Su Zheng couldn't help but be stunned, such a powerful fat man, his battalion commander is just a teenager?

And this teenager, how can he feel familiar?