Chapter 68: Song II

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In the military camp on the east side of Dragon City, a young child's figure squatted and walked without moving.

In the wooden house, the young and beautiful woman looked at the children in the small courtyard, and at this moment, Yan Wuwu's tender little face under the moonlight was covered with beads of sweat.

In Dragon City, only the commander can be qualified to own his own mansion, and the woman in the wooden house is the commander of the female guard battalion, Yan Yimei.

After a long time, she withdrew her gaze and stretched out in the cabin, undressed in a military robe, and the beautiful curves melted into the wooden barrel of the bath.

Yan Wuwu's big eyes glanced at the window, and found that there was no one for a long time, so after a little thought, he quietly moved his posture, allowing the moonlight to shine directly on his chest.

After a while, the light scattered by the bright moon turned into shining crystals, and melted into the afterlife divine tree in the heart.

Feeling the coolness brought by the seedlings on his chest, wandering in the meridians of his body, Yan Wuwu nodded with satisfaction.

At the window of the wooden house, she dragged her chin with her slender hands, looked at Yan Wuwu who yawned with beautiful eyes, got up and walked towards the door.

The upper eyelids continued to bombard the lower eyelids, and the body that was originally immobile was already shaky, shaking, and falling straight back.

Directly woke up the sleepy Yan Wuwu, a gust of fragrant wind came to his face, and the soft and familiar slender hands easily lifted Yan Wuwu.

"Will it be bad in the future, will it be bad?"

Looking at the cold voice, Yan Yimei stood in front of her in a light shirt, and the originally cold and beautiful beauty suddenly became more bright and moving, and Yan Wuwu's eyes lit up.

"Why don't you speak? Do you still want to stand outside? ā€

Yan Yi's beautiful eyes stared at him tightly, and suddenly his heart tightened, and his little face was full of reluctance, "Babbling, don't do it." ā€

Yan Wuwu's little face flushed, so she couldn't help pinching it: Let's go, if you are disobedient in the future, I will let you go to the snow mountain to practice military posture.

There was no word all night, the morning sun was sprinkled, the sun shone on the huge point platform, and the whole ring was glittering.

Dugu Jiu held the long knife on his waist, walked up to the stage with a tiger, looked at the energetic teenagers in the audience, and said loudly: Half of the candidates who have been eliminated yesterday will be determined today The top 100 will be determined, do you have confidence!

"Yes!" The teenagers in the audience shouted in unison.

If you persist further, you can officially become a member of Cangyun and become a human being, and your parents and relatives have a bright face, thinking of this, every teenager's eyes are full of fighting spirit.

"In the first game, Zhu Hao vs. Nianhui, the preparation time for a stick of incense." The proctor shouted.

"Whew!"

The two teenagers jumped up and landed in the center of the point, their movements were clean and neat, which attracted the admiration of everyone in the audience.

A stick of incense time, fleeting, the invigilator glanced at the burned incense candle, and shouted softly: The competition point is over, admit defeat or fall off the point and must not make another move, start!

The two of them simply saluted, and then rushed towards each other quickly, you come and I forget, a simple fist with a faint aura, all the best.

In the end, the slightly older man was covered with a pale yellow aura, punched the opponent, and kicked the opponent off the stage when the opponent's right fist was stretched out and the follow-up was weak.

The corners of the young man's mouth on the stage flashed with a touch of pride: concede.

The teenager who was kicked off the stage wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth and left.

Song Senxue on the examiner's stage looked at the young man on the stage and nodded: The earth spirit body is indeed a good seedling, Mr. Feng, what do you think.

"The punch just now didn't need to be hard, and the kick was a little weaker."

Feng Yebei's eyes were covered with a circle of black cloth, the jade fan in his hand shook gently, and he stopped talking after commenting on two sentences.

Song Senxue pursed her lips: "Don't all children want to show off, it's hard to find a special physique, isn't Mr. Feng optimistic about this?" ā€

Feng Yebei shook his head and continued to watch the competition below.

"Little sister, don't be nervous, with your ability, you will definitely be able to pass!"

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy looked at the girl next to him and said gently.

The girl was dressed in red, but she was only about ten years old, and said in a low voice: Second brother, I'm afraid you won't be able to get by.

The young man had a black line and continued to look at the competition on the platform.

On the third pole of the day, half of the number of people in the audience is left, and the competition is getting hotter and hotter.

"In the next game, Guo Sen will fight Wang Long, and a stick of incense will be ready for time."

With the invigilator's roll call, the red-clothed girl in the audience hurriedly said to the young man: Second brother, second brother is you, you must win!

The young man moved his muscles and nodded to the girl in red: Don't worry!

"Boom"

The two teenagers jumped on the stage neatly, and the corners of Feng Yebei's mouth on the examiner's seat twitched: That red-robed young man Guo Sen is the child of that family.

"Who's from it?" Song Senxue looked carefully at Guo Sen in the ring.

"Ouch, I'll go, why does this kid look like Lao Guo." Song Senxue's eyes widened, and then said: Hey, why are they all surnamed Guo?

Fengye Bei looked at Erbi in front of him expressionlessly, and no longer spoke.

The two people who fought on the field came and went, and their cultivation was not far apart, and they were on the same footing.

After a short collision, Wang Lung took a deep breath, his five fingers were slightly bent into claws, and the "Dragon Claw Hand" let out a low sigh, his hands were glowing with a faint green glow, and he grabbed towards Guo Sen.

Guo Sen looked at the fast-approaching Wang Long, his body leaned forward slightly, and the calf muscles instantly exerted force, kicking and kicking Wang Long's hands and claws.

Guo Sen shook his numb right leg and said to Wang Long: You are not my opponent.

Wang Lung was silent, clenched his teeth, and continued to rush towards Guo Sen, at this point, he must be unwilling to admit defeat.

Song Senxue on the examiner's seat looked at the two and nodded: They are all very good seedlings, but Guo Sen is a little soft, which is not a good thing on the battlefield.

"Well, it's long over." Feng Yebei nodded and agreed.

After a long time, Guo Sen finally couldn't help but kick Wang Lung down, looked at Wang Lung who was bleeding from his hands and said: Accept.

Wang Lung wiped the blood from his hands, shook his head helplessly, and left the examination room.

"Second brother, why are you so slow." The girl in red looked at Guo Sen unhappily.

"The battle of my monks should be pointed." Guo Sen sat on the ground helplessly.

The girl in red glanced at Guo Sen and said viciously: Everyone else wants to beat you to death with one move, and you still want to stop at the point.

Guo Sen crossed his knees and silently recovered his spiritual power, not talking to the girl in red.

"Song Twelve, why do you think Lao Guo sent the child to Cangyun?"

Feng Yebei stopped the jade fan that was shaking in his hand.

"Maybe I think the exercises of the Lingwu Mansion are too rubbish, so I sent the child to Cangyun."

Song Senxue said without thinking.

"Hehe, I should call you Song Er in the future."

Feng Yebei hated the road of iron not steel, got up and walked towards the outside of the examination room.

"What do you mean. Don't go! ā€

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