"How can we have so much time? The Fierce Barbarians are still eyeing us around! What kind of competition do we have to hold a competition?" The silver-faced white-armored woman glanced at the girl who was waving her hand, and directly refused.

"Don't, auntie, didn't you just repel a wave of fierce barbarian attacks two days ago, and now it seems that they won't be here in the next two days, so let's use this time!" The girl who was holding the hand of the silver-faced white-armored woman and shaking it back and forth swayed coquettishly:

"Anyway, they have all fought in the Qi Realm, so wouldn't it be nice to arrange a fight between the fifth-level martial artist realm and the fourth-level martial artist realm?

"Hey!" the white-armored woman dragged her forehead, looking like she had a headache, and looked at the fifth-level and fourth-level martial artists who were provoked by their little nieces, and they all looked eager to try.

Because when they came, the four of them were beaten, which was tantamount to losing their face, and they still held their breath in their hearts.

"After all, we have to fight side by side in the future, and it would be good to get to know each other!" the girl continued, her crooked reasoning.

"Okay! Just win or lose, don't affect your relationship!" The silver-faced woman in white armor couldn't resist it, so she had to agree.

Then she turned to the mercenaries and asked, "What do you think?"

"That's what I mean!"

"Hit it!"

"Lao Tzu has never been afraid of anyone in his life!"

.................

The mercenaries are babbling their opinions, which sounds disorganized, but anyway, it means just one word, fight!

Not to mention that those barbarians have a fire in their stomachs, why aren't the mercenaries entertained them like this when they come? What the hell is this?

"Then I'll make a rule, twenty against twenty, you pick out twenty people here, we pick out twenty people here, after all, there are so many people, won't it be endless to fight one by one?" The silver-faced white-armored woman proposed after looking at the group of people.

"As for the weapons, I have prepared training weapons for you here, and they have never been bladed, and they also protect everyone's lives. And the weapon is painted with paint, if it hurts the vital point, that person will be considered 'dead', and he will end up honestly, and then I don't want to see someone trick me out of the ring!" The silver-faced woman in white armor looked around and said in a deep voice.

"In addition, if someone falls out of the field, that person is also considered 'dead', and the same honest end, without your share. ”

"In the end, the side with the 'living' person on the field wins, do you understand?" said the silver-faced white-armored woman, and snorted.

Not to mention, although she is a woman, the momentum of such a loud shout is not inferior to a man.

"Understood!" everyone agreed, with a fierce momentum and a high fighting spirit.

"Go back and prepare, start in two hours!" the silver-faced white-armored woman ordered, and the crowd scattered.

A group of leaders gathered in the tent of Iron Fist and began to choose people. There is no doubt that Lu Feng'er was the first to be selected, and when Lu Feng'er was selected, those guys smiled evilly and shouted: "Little samples, you just wait and see!"

The latter ones are more casual, needless to say that those at the peak of the fifth-level martial artists, counting the violent fist that Lu Feng'er knows, there are seven people in total.

When the last twelve places were decided, except for the three regiment commanders who had only broken through the fifth-level martial artists for a year or two, they were silent, and no one else was convinced, and they almost chose to fight. Anyway, the strength is about the same, and the Dragon Fist let them draw lots.

Next, the characters who will appear as fourth-level martial artists are selected, and Xiao Ying and Qianqian are undoubtedly selected. Among them, some of the good deeds also quietly proposed to Xiao Ying: "Second master, why don't you secretly set up a formation on the field now, and don't you press them to the ground and beat them when the time comes?"

Xiao Ying just glanced at him, and replied angrily: "You think their general is stupid!"

"Hmm........ That's right!" The man scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Don't worry, even if you don't have a formation, it's almost the same. Xiao Ying said disapprerovantly, not to mention anything else, if she really wanted her to make a move, she could destroy them with one hand.

"Haha, then it's up to the second master!" When they heard this, they were overjoyed, and they were actually very curious about Xiaoying's strength.

And Qianqian, the third master who was overlooked, puffed out her cheeks behind Xiaoying, looking displeased.

The next eighteen people are all the second masters of the mercenary group, even if it is an ordinary second-level mercenary group, the strength of the second leader is generally stronger than the strength of the third leader of the first-class mercenary group.

Therefore, except for Qianqian and the Dragon Fist family, the one who sat in the position of the third leader, and the rest of the people were the second leaders of the mercenary group.

After the arrangement, the group dispersed, leaving only Lu Feng'er and the three of them there, the breath of Long Fist Qiang quickly withered, and the whole person almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Lu Feng'er hurriedly pulled him down.

"Thank you!" Dragon Fist thanked weakly.

"It's okay, you had a great fight. Lu Fenger praised.

"That's a must, you can't lose your face!" said Long Fist, pulling the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, the immature voice of a young man who was only thirteen or fourteen years old suddenly came from outside the door: "That, is there anyone inside?"

"What's the matter?" asked Qianqian as she lifted the curtain.

"Well, the general asked me to bring you healing medicine!" the young man turned his head shyly as if he rarely greeted anyone.

"That's really thank you general!" Qianqian took it, and then said to the young man: "Thank you too!"

The hand that the young man handed Qianqian healing medicine shook inexplicably, but fortunately, Qianqian's eyes were quick and he grabbed it.

"Right..... I'm sorry!" The boy was apologetic, his face flushed to the base of his ears, and he was even more eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"It's okay!" Seeing this, Qianqian smiled disappreciably.

"That'..... Shall I go?" the boy confirmed with a shudder.

"Okay!" Qianqian nodded, and the young man ran away, and Qianqian couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

After returning to the camp tent and handing the healing medicine to Lu Feng'er, Xiaoying and Qianqian went back to their camp tent.

Then, Lu Feng'er pulled the stopper, and suddenly a cold aura permeated.

"Thank you, brother!" said Long Fist as he took off his shirt, touching the wound and frowning in pain.

"It's okay!" Lu Feng'er smiled. I don't know if I don't see it, I see it....... Dragon Fist's body was densely covered with various scars, and almost no skin was complete. It can be seen from this that it is not easy for him to practice qi in this realm, and he really crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Because of this, the strength of the Dragon Fist, which is inferior to the Wind God in terms of talent and chance, still steadily suppresses the Wind God, and the team battle is not clear, at least the heads-up.

After applying healing medicine to him, the wound suddenly turned into a white smoke, and even with the patience of the Dragon Fist, he couldn't help but let out a low roar.

"This medicine is so strong?" Lu Feng'er was surprised, if he hadn't seen the wound of the Dragon Fist heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, he would have thought that this thing was poisonous.

For this reason, after Lu Feng'er applied one place, he first slowed down, so that the wound was almost recovered, and he only applied the next one, otherwise the heart-rending feeling would almost make the Dragon Fist collapse.

After about an hour of use, the wound of the Dragon Fist was healed, and the rest was allowed to recover slowly.

At the same time, in a tent at the edge of the camp, the sound of "Ahhh

After surviving this for a while, the thin man was out of breath, and with a little resentment, he said angrily to the woman who had smeared his wounds: "Why did you use Binghai Qing for me!"

"It works!" replied the woman, tending to the bottles and cans, without looking back.

"It's almost all right, the ferocious won't come for this time, there is time!" the thin man retorted.

"Tell me it's useless, you can reason with the general!" The woman was finally willing to look at him. It's just that what he said made the thin man shudder, hurriedly shrank his head, and chose to admit it.

And at this moment, outside the camp tent, gongs and drums sounded loudly.

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