You must know that many brigades have only paid attention to the year-on-year ratio in the past year, and they have made a lot of preparations for this. Of course, some people say that they draw lots well, and what they encounter is weak or the front hatchback is too powerful, and they pick up the cheap. But even so, whoever is weak in the army, who can participate in the competition, who does not come with the hope of entering the finals, is the strength to enter the finals, no matter how bad it can be, it is impossible to waste the quota of the brigade and let you try your luck alone.

So no one could stop the fire of the Immortal Legion in the army, even Sun Jin and Zhang Lianshan, who first encountered them, were also on fire, and their brigade was also on fire, and there was no way to leave them, except for necessary official affairs, they only dealt with them, so there were too many people who asked them for news.

"Fengli, I believe that as soon as the game is over, the number of your team will be absolutely full." Sun Jin sat opposite Feng Li, said that his mouth was dry, and he took a sip of tea, he said this.

"That is, if I weren't the vice-captain, I would have wanted to transfer to the brigade." Zhang Lianshan said with envy on his face, and when Sun Jin glared at him with murderous eyes, he turned his face away.

"It seems possible." Fengli is not in a hurry, the soldiers are fine but not many, and he never cares about the number of people. Zhang Lianshan felt uncomfortable when he looked at Fengli's tepid appearance, shouldn't he be so calm at a young age, okay? Too old to become? Uncomfortable to watch?

Feng Li was thinking that Wu Zhengning had more firsts, so if he could complete the three firsts, how should he ask the marshal? Nie Cheng, who was in his brigade, came back and looked at it once, and he didn't say that he wanted to be assigned to the general's flag, should he mention this? What's going on with this completely ignoring your own appearance?

"What? Does Fengli have other considerations? Sun Jin saw that Feng Li had not spoken for a long time and asked.

"It's not really, it's just a bit of a problem that hasn't been solved yet." Feng Li gave up the consideration in his heart and asked Sun Jin how many of them had made it to the finals.

Seeing Feng Li enter the finals like entering the vegetable market, Zhang Lianshan gritted his teeth with hatred, this is too annoying, and you can't bury people like this if you have the strength, right? The finals are the ones you can get in!

"This, we don't have the strength of Brother Fengli, and now I am the only one who has entered a gun group final." Sun Jin said helplessly.

"Oh, what about Brother Zhang Lianshan?" Feng Li looked at the person who was blushing like a monkey's ass at this time, and looked like a girl. Sun Jin didn't speak when he looked at him like that, and drank tea on the side.

"This, this, this...... Defeated. "After talking for a long time, I only said one result.

"What project did Brother Zhang participate in?" I still have an impression of Zhang Lianshan's marksmanship, and the result will never make Zhang Lianshan so twisted. In addition, he is in the army, but he is looking for himself in the market, although he died miserably, but he grew up very quickly.

"Someone saw the Fengli brothers' knife skills, and after learning every day, they thought they had learned something, and went to report to the knife group, but they were shot to death by someone else." Sun Jin couldn't say it when he saw Zhang Lianshan like that, so he had to say it for him.

Here, Zhang Lianshan was no longer embarrassed when he saw that Sun Jin had also said it, and looked at Fengli and complained.

"Who would have thought that there were people in the army who were so powerful in swordsmanship." Zhang Lianshan was angry in his heart, his luck was so good, and he was in a group with this person.

"In that case, you're sure to run into him in the final, so be careful." Sun Jin reminded.

"This person's name? What are you good at? "Feng Li was originally surprised that he could win, but it seems that it still can't work.

"This person's name is Shi Zichuan, his knife skills are fierce, and his strength is overwhelming, which should not be underestimated." Zhang Lianshan said that he was shocked by the other party's strength, and he was kicked down in one shot. Alas, it's okay to shoot down a gun with a gun from the wind, and you still find your own death and use a knife to be ridiculed?

"There's still a chance to win." Feng Li said that this person himself seemed to have heard Nie Cheng mention it. What he is good at is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and that person's strength can't suppress himself at that time.

"Well, you just have to know what to do. We'll take our leave. After Sun Jin finished speaking, the two left.

At this time, it was still night, and after a day of hard fighting and jubilation, the people of the undead legion had basically fallen asleep. Feng Li came to the silent and dark training ground alone, took out his sword, and began to practice martial arts. This has been a habit for a long time, and I have to practice for two hours a day before I can sleep. The amount of exercise in the arena today was not enough to tire him out, so he practiced his sword skills as usual. After finishing his sword technique, he went to the weapon rack, chose a long sword and began to practice.

The sword walks lightly, like a frightening flood, like a dragon. Fengli's sword has no sword wind, no sword flower, only quiet and cold like ice. In the dark night, there was no sword light, no wind to hear, only the occasional sound of his clothes flying. The wind melted into the night step by step, into the sword, and the sword seemed to be alive, appearing and disappearing in his hands, like electricity and light, and uncertain.

After a few times, he listened to it and exhaled heartily.

"Anyone?" Fengli said to the night.

"......" No one answered, but a person slowly walked out of the dark space. Wen Mu walked in the dark and couldn't see clearly.

"Do you need to practice together?" Since Nie Cheng came back, Wen Mu rarely stayed in the Undead Legion, and the whole person seemed to be much silent. If Wen Mu was in the camp today, Feng Li would definitely let him participate in the sword group. But today, I didn't even see his shadow when I was cheering, and Fengli was very puzzled.

When they came with Meeron at the beginning, he swore that he would rest assured, there was me. But now no one else can see it, although they know that he must have a reason, but they are brothers who have been worshipped, and there is nothing that cannot be said. But Feng Li's personality has always been cold and detached, and he will not persecute others, and he will choose to carry everything by himself. Seeing that Wen Mu was silent, he knew that he was uncomfortable, so his way of comforting people was also rusty and cold, don't you always like to practice martial arts with me, so we can fight, right?

"Okay." Sure enough, Wen Mu still agreed.

The moves are light and flexible, and the continuous offensive is like the sea rushing in, sharp and fast, like a storm. Feng Li swam along the wind gap, looking at Wen Mu's growing swordsmanship, it seemed that Wen Mu had not had an easy time during this time. But Wen Mu's love was obviously not very stable, the storm was furious, and the wind was moving more and more dangerously, and finally when he saw that a sword was about to fall on his shoulder, he stretched out his knife to block the sharp blade.

Wind and dust, fire and ice, lion and leopard. The waves on the horizon on Wen Mu's side, the wind away from the other side is the ice in the storm, a fierce wind roars, and a silence. After several confrontations, both of them collapsed on the training ground from exhaustion.

After a long silence, Wen Mu finally spoke out sullenly.

"Fengli, I'm sorry. I don't really know right or wrong right or wrong for you to come to Ciudad Ruos, Angola. "There are some things that I can't control, and I can't control them, so I regret that I asked Feng to leave Angola and enter the barracks. The marshal's words, the words of the senior brother, overwhelmed him, and the only thing that was certain was that Feng Li was no longer something he could protect, or that he thought he could fly under his wings.

Maybe some people are not destined to be someone else's note at the beginning, he has his own world, even if this world is quiet and lonely, it can also grow into a vast starry sky.

"Why do you say that?" Feng Li was very puzzled, Wen Mu was sad for so long, it wouldn't be because of this. This was what everyone agreed to at the time.

"We all have a lot of work to do." I originally thought that when I came to Angola Ruz City, with my own care, it would be easy for Feng Li to mix and it would be very safe. But I don't want Fengli to run into the marshal, the marshal will have so many ideas, and the senior brother agrees. Although I also saw that Fengli was very cohesive, but after the worship, I broke these thoughts. Some roads are dangerous, difficult to walk, will be hard, hard. Behind the glory are countless heartaches, pains, tears, bloodshed and sacrifices, and I don't want my brother to be so tired!

"I know that." Fengli patted Wen Mu on the shoulder, signaling that he didn't care. Feng Li thought that he was talking about the safety of the undead army, which he worked harder than anyone else.

No, you don't know. Wen Mu added in his heart. But no matter what, I will definitely work hard, very hard, and try to protect him.

"Then let's do it together." I work hard, you work hard, try to protect yourself from injury, try to live. Now that I think about it, what you said at the beginning, life, this word, is so difficult, but also what a beautiful vision.

"Okay." The wind is blowing.

"Are you alright?" Fengli asked. He really wasn't used to the always noisy Wen Mu's silent appearance. It's terrible to get used to this thing, I used to be alone, but now I'm getting used to having Wen Mu, Luo San, Mei Long, and these brothers around me, and I haven't noticed these unconscious changes.

"Alright." Feng Li's blunt care is really awkward, Wen Mu thought to himself.

"Then there's time to come back and teach them swordsmanship." Fengli said, don't be polite to your brothers, you have to be responsible for your brothers. I want to teach them swordsmanship, and in the future, I have to secretly instruct them in archery, and I have to correct my fists and feet, and Marshal Nie Cheng has to train his personal guards by himself, how can I be busy. Although I can teach them, I don't want them to look like they are carved out of a mold.

"Okay." For Feng Li to be so unkind to him, Wen Mu was obviously very happy. This kid finally sees himself as a brother.

"It's not early, rest early." Fengli waved his hand at Wen Mu and went to rest in the barracks. Wen Mu didn't move in place, I'm still practicing for a while, let's sleep, who can protect his brother safe and sound in the midst of thousands of troops? No one! Then you can only do your best.

So how difficult is it for Fengli to say that he can keep them safe? How hard it takes to do it!