The terrifying power unique to the Tiger Realm suddenly erupted, and a fierce cold light swept through the air and slashed towards Guo Yu's head.

Wang Rong didn't understand why his cousin would have such reverence for this young man who was not a few years older than him.

Obviously, he is a son of the Wang family and his nephew, but he doesn't care about himself.

Not only that, Wang Ziwei even asked him to apologize to Guo Yu who beat him?

Are you kidding!

The look in Wang Rong's eyes became more and more ruthless.

He came to the Sancheng military camp this time to knock on this general who has recently become famous in Kyushu.

As a result, not only did things not develop as he thought, but he was beaten like this by Guo Yu in front of thousands of people, and he couldn't even speak...

He grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, where did he suffer such a wretched spirit.

He wants Guo Yu to die!

If Wang Ziwei doesn't help him, then he will come by himself!

Therefore, he found the opportunity to snatch Wang Ziwei's sword and wanted to kill Guo Yu, so as to get out of this evil breath.

However, in his anger, he forgot one thing.

"Boom!"

Another sword roar.

The quaint long sword called Tianguo rushed out of its sheath.

The silver light suddenly appeared, and the originally dazzling cold light dissipated in an instant.

It is true, but in terms of the realm of tiger power, Wang Rong's sword can indeed be said to be good.

It's a pity that the object of his shot was Guo Yu.

Tenth in martial arts, Guo Yu who has entered the realm of potential.

"Poof!"

Blood rises.

Although Guo Yu kept his hand, Wang Rong was still beaten by the sword and vomited blood and flew back.

Guo Yu put his sword back into its sheath, shrugged at Wang Ziwei and said, "Your eldest nephew, not only has a bad mouth, but also has a bad brain, so you should take it back and teach it well." ”

Wang Ziwei was silent.

The two fought for only a moment, and by the time Wang Ziwei reacted, Wang Rong had already flown out.

Guo Yucai said that he didn't care too much, so Wang Rong took advantage of his ignorance for a while to grab the sword and sneak attack.

is also a member of the Wang family, how can he not make Wang Ziwei feel ashamed of his actions.

Even if Guo Yu killed Wang Rong just now, it was not too much. But instead of doing that, he let himself bring Wang Rong back to teach him.

"The last general, I will definitely give a satisfactory explanation to the major general."

Guo Yu said with a smile: "It's okay to explain anything, as long as your Wang family doesn't come to provoke me again." ”

"Major General rest assured..."

"Buzz!"

The sound of the bowstring trembling attracted the attention of both of them, and they saw Wang Rong in the distance standing up again, and he happened to fall next to the war horse that was shot by Lu Bo, and he bent his bow and shot.

Seeing Wang Rong's actions, Wang Ziwei was very angry.

This kid is so ignorant!

Wang Ziwei is still like this, let alone Guo Yu.

Guo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his left hand held the hilt of the sword.

Again and again, this is the third time that Wang Rong has killed him today.

In that case, don't blame him for being ruthless.

However, before Guo Yu could draw his sword, someone behind him had already moved.

"Whew!"

The arrows flew in, as before, and smashed the arrows that Wang Rong had shot.

Lu Bo, who was standing with a bow in his hand, suddenly felt some emotion in his heart.

When he was hostile to Guo Yu at the beginning, the archery skills that he was proud of were rarely accomplished.

He even had doubts about himself at one point.

It wasn't until after the Song Dynasty that Lu Bo regained some of the feeling of a marksman.

Luber turned his bow behind him, and he didn't look at the arrow he had shot.

In fact, the moment the arrow left his hand, he already knew the result.

This arrow will pierce Wang Rong's throat.

No surprises.

This is Luber's confidence in his archery skills.

He thought the same as Guo Yu, since Wang Rong killed him three times and twice, he didn't need to show mercy to his subordinates.

If he really provokes someone, then he will carry it himself.

Just when Lu Bo was thinking like this, the accident that was absolutely impossible happened but it really happened.

The arrows that were wrapped in the momentum of Haoran, as Lu Bo expected, shot towards Wang Rong.

Just when despair appeared in Wang Rong's eyes, a dry but extremely powerful hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed the fierce arrow.

"Click!"

The feather arrow was directly broken by the big hand.

The owner of the hand is a tall old man. His beard was white, not a single black hair, and he was clearly very old. On top of the beard, there is also a face full of wrinkles.

Although the old man's facial features were nothing unusual, his eyes did not become cloudy because of old age like ordinary old people, and his eyes were bright and shining, which made people dare not look directly.

He wore a black gown, made of excellent materials, and looked very precious.

The old man stood in front of Wang Rong, who was standing still, and although he didn't move, there was a majesty rising from him. The Sancheng soldiers who were closer to him unconsciously felt a sense of fear in their hearts.

It was not the momentum exuded by those who had advanced realms, but the killing aura that had been cultivated from thousands of people on the battlefield for decades.

Looking at the old man who suddenly appeared, Guo Yu's eyes were slightly condensed.

Able to block an arrow from Lu Bo who entered the middle of the realm, extremely high age, expensive clothes, and the evil spirit that is difficult for people who have not been on the battlefield to cultivate...

Its identity is self-evident.

The first to speak out was Wang Rong, who had almost walked on the edge of the Ghost Gate.

He bent his knees, knelt down towards the old man, and pointed at Guo Yu with his finger, and choked up: "Too... Grandpa... The puppet was always beaten by the spicy gate, and begged the grandfather to be the master of the puppet! ”

"The head of the house..."

After Wang Rong spoke up, the nearby group of Wang family guards also hurriedly ran towards the old man, kneeling on the ground one after another, "The subordinates are incompetent, please punish the head of the family!" ”

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ziwei, who was originally standing beside Guo Yu, also walked towards the old man. After he came to him, Wang Ziwei knelt on one knee, hugged his fists and said, "The last general will meet General Zhenxi." ”

The soldiers in the camp fell silent suddenly.

The old man who suddenly appeared was Wang Rong's grandfather, the head of the Wang family, and the general of the Great Song Dynasty.

The three identities are superimposed, and even they can know the old man's name.

The Wang family, the king is invincible!

"Get up."

Wang Wushu waved his hand, and then turned his head to look at the rather conspicuous white robe in the crowd in front of him.

"Why don't you salute when you see General Ben?"

The old man's voice was like a bell, and although there was no anger in his tone, it still made the hearts of everyone in the camp skip a beat.

"Patronizing and observing the demeanor of the old general, I forgot about it in my heart, and I hope the general will forgive me."

Guo Yu stepped forward with a smile, and said to Wang Wuving: "General Guo Yu of Zhengnan, I have seen General Zhenxi. ”

The old man squinted slightly: "You are the hairy boy who took shit and earned a lot of credit?" ”

Guo Yu grinned and said: "Yes, I am the jade-faced little white dragon who worked hard and finally made miraculous achievements for the Great Song Dynasty." ”

"What kind of father is it, what son does it have."

Wang Wudi sneered: "Guo Yi relied on his mouth to deceive the position of general from the former king. Now that he has a son, his mouth is still so powerful. ”

"Awards, awards."

Guo Yu arched his hand, as if Wang Wushu was praising him.

As for Wang Wudi's undisguised hostility, Guo Yu also knew the reason.

This naturally has nothing to do with Qiaoxi and Qianxi, the Wang family has all the means, and it is impossible to know the news so quickly. Wang Rong had just contacted him again, and he was too busy to complain, so how could he have the time to report the news about the two daughters.

He was like this because of his father.

More than 20 years ago, the position of General Song Guoda had been vacant for a long time. And Wang Wudi was in the prime of life, he had been in the army for decades, his meritorious service was not calculated, and he had served two generations of Song kings, and his voice was very high. Whether it is a military general, they all hope that he can ascend to the position of the general.

With the king's invincible qualifications and age, this seems to be a natural thing.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, just when everyone thought that Zhao Che was going to make him the general at the apex of the military attaché, a man with a white horse and a silver spear suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

On that day, the man who had just returned from the northern frontier, who had not had time to rest, and who was still in the dust, strode towards Zhao Che, and then took out a document from his arms.

It was a contract signed by the Barbarian King of the Northern Frontier.

And Zhao Che also stood up from the throne when the man entered the palace, picked up the general's seal that had been prepared, and handed the print to the man without hesitation while handing out the paperwork.

It's like an agreement, one book for one print.

When the man took the heavy print, an era also began.

It was an era that belonged exclusively to the Great Song Dynasty military gods.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "White Robe Snow Armor" with more like-minded people,