"You can't win either?" Zha Kemu's heart was uneasy. Zha Han's martial arts are strong, and most importantly, he is very intelligent, and he is the best at finding the weaknesses and flaws of the opponent and defeating them. Someone who can't even be defeated by him is really unsettling?

It's just that if the other party is also a thoughtful person, then can I suppress it with strong force? One person can't do it, what about two? Cha Kemu's idea is that he must not let the other party's excellent teenager grow up. The next time I go on an expedition, I will tell Zha Xili and Zha Han about such an idea, and see if it can work?

"What else did you find?" Zhakmu asked the two.

"The Sword Venerable Sect has finished alternating. This time, the last general met a handsome young man, not a young man who was just talking about it, he also participated in the battle of Qingfeng Valley, and in the end, he escorted Nie Cheng away. This person has excellent swordsmanship, and at the end of the autumn harvest, he will not know his identity and teach him to know. Zha Han told what he knew, of course, not all, and he didn't say anything when he was arrested. Cha Xili didn't pay attention to these at all, and only answered Cha Han.

"What do you think of his strength? Can the marshal of the Angolan city of Ruz be able to protect it? Zhakmu asked again.

"The alternation between the Guardian of the Sword Venerable and the Marshal of Anglarus has always been perfect, otherwise we would not have been able to take advantage of the loophole to assassinate the city of Angola Ruth. This person's swordsmanship is extremely powerful, and being able to escort Nie Cheng away safely in the midst of Qingfeng Valley's heavy encirclement is enough to show that he is fully qualified to protect him. Zha Han shook his head, expressing his helplessness at such a perfect handover of Angolan Ruz City.

For many years, the inheritance of their Angolan city of Ruz has not been broken, nor has it failed. From generation to generation, for hundreds of years, they have been standing in the northeast of Mia, resisting their own attacks, stopping all attacks here, avoiding Mia's bloody storms and protecting them from peace and security. This made Jiatu very helpless, looking at it helplessly, life after life, it will always be perfect and unbreakable.

"It seems that their Sword Venerable Guardian has a perfect handover, and our chance is only for their marshal to hand over?" Zhakmu said.

"Yes." Chahan replied. It would be half as easy to break their inheritance and attack Mia, they had been working hard for many years, and they had tried every method, but they had never succeeded.

"Very well, it seems that you have gained a lot from this trip. When you come back from a long journey, you are also tired, so go down and rest first. Cha Kemu waved for them to go back and rest.

"The second prince walks slowly." Zha Han never called the second prince brother. Zhan Han had a good relationship with the eldest prince who died in battle, but he never thought that the man would die so young. Now although the second prince has no unacceptable vices, he just can't get close to him.

"Third brother, you go slowly." Zha Xili looked at Zha Han's distant figure, thinking of what his father said to him today, it seems that his father still values his own son more. Then there is no need for me to be so stiff with Zha Han, after all, Zha Han is a rare handsome talent, if he does Shan Yu, this country still needs his support.

The Undead Legion has barely 10,000 people left in its entire army this time, and it can be said that it is about to be rebuilt. So Feng Li's first task when he came back was to recruit troops.

The Undead Legion is really a waste of this name. The first time he went to the battlefield, he was basically wiped out. Feng Li shook his head, and the negative feelings in his heart were alleviated a lot because of the killing of General Jiatu, and he no longer fell into deep self-blame. Immortal and immortal, I really can't do it, so I have to sit down and let the name of the immortal legion be immortal. It's just that I'm really afraid to recruit soldiers, for fear that such a situation will happen again, for fear that they will fall in front of their eyes again.

Although Feng Li had a positive evaluation of himself in this battle, except for the positive evaluation of saving Nie Cheng, the rest were negative about himself. However, Feng Li's severity in the number and shape of the enemy this time cannot be ignored, and Feng Li's decision is very correct, otherwise in a place like Qingfeng Valley, where the terrain is dangerous, and the enemy is heavily guarded and ambushed, the commander Zha Han is both wise and brave, and the strength of the Jiatu people is super strong, not to mention saving people, it is possible to put yourself in.

Therefore, Feng Li was sad about the deceased brothers, while Qin Xing and them were worried that there were too many people in the Immortal Legion. Because of the above, the soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruz believed that the undead army was invincible and could defeat their opponents in desperate and unthinkable situations. The courage and invincibility of the wind in front of the city gate, the strong repulsion of the enemy army, such a proud and cold posture is deeply rooted in the hearts of the soldiers of Angola Ruz. Feng Li thought that the undead legion had died too tragically, but in the hearts of the soldiers, it was blood.

How can you defeat the undead, and if you can defeat the enemy, you are the strong, and the wind is the master of their strong. Therefore, they yearn for the undead legion, and admire Fengli. Therefore, when the Immortal Legion said that they were going to recruit soldiers, the blood in their hearts was better than a qiē, and the scene could be said to be swarming.

After Fengli learned the truth, he had no choice but to find Nie Cheng and ask him for a solution. Nie Cheng said that you are the successor of the marshal of the city of Luz in Angola, and you have the right to decide these things. So Fengli told Qin Xing and them that those who came would not refuse, and they would receive as much as they wanted, and a few people left happily.

After Feng Li came back from Zhang Lianshan and Sun Jin, he saw a young man at the gate of the Immortal Legion camp for half a sound but did not go in, but looked at the applicants who were lined up in a long line expectantly, and his eyes were full of envy. Fengli looked at him, obviously looking eager but suppressed, those eyes were calm and bright, faint streamers crossed, it was the spark of wisdom flickering.

Fengli looked at him, as if he could see him wearing armor and scolding Changji. This is a talent, and I have to keep it. Forgive Feng Li, his appearance and thoughts at this time are exactly the same as Nie Cheng at the beginning. It's just that Nie Cheng's requirements are higher and his goals are greater. Could it be that after staying with people for a long time, it is really assimilated?

"Why don't you go in?" A cold, crisp voice with a calm tone. This is the result of Fengli's efforts in recent years, to be precise, the result of Myron. This group of people was happy all day long, smiling and walking around Feng Li, even if Feng Li trained them half to death, they could laugh and complain happily beside them that they were too ruthless and the task was too heavy. But the next day, he still stood neatly in front of him, waiting for his instructions. With them like this, even if Feng Li is indifferent and indifferent, the tone of his words has been soft for a long time.

Ye Changmin turned around when he heard the voice and saw a young man dressed in a dark robe. His face is cold, but his eyebrows and eyes are handsome and extraordinary, and his face is like a fairy in a painting, meticulously crafted, and every bit is the ultimate perfection. It's just that his temperament is extremely indifferent, his handsome facial features are cold, his eyes are dark and deep, and his extremely bright eyes exude a cold light that people can't see clearly. He is as indifferent as ice, but he is clear and transparent, and people are unconsciously reassuring and peaceful.

At this time, the owner of these eyes stared at himself, and some palpitations made Ye Changmin take a step back unconsciously, as if he was the prey of being targeted.

"Hello General." Suppressing the panic in his heart, Ye Changmin replied in a deep voice.

"You know me?" Voices of confusion.

"The general's name, everyone knows it." The brilliance of the year, the marshal's appreciation, and then the autumn harvest, and then 50,000 people rescued the marshal in the danger of 100,000 sieges, and beat them to the point of losing their armor, and killing the general Zhuo Jia in front of the battle, handsome and innocent face, indifferent and dusty temperament, this is the influence of Fengli in the army of Angola Rus, at least in his own heart.

It's just that a few people still say that Fengli is an ominous person, and every time he goes out on an expedition, he loses his troops and loses his generals. This time, the marshal almost died in Qingfeng Valley, and every time the marshal saw him, he would be in danger, and he said that the undead army almost died every time. These people know about it, but they don't take it to heart. Every time the situation of the battle is ever-changing, who can tell the situation at that time. Besides, Qingfeng Gu Chahan had already designed a heavy siege, and it was extremely difficult to get out of the marshal, not to mention that he was defeated and returned. War is always a bloody confrontation, and those who only think about casualties can never be generals, at least not good commanders.

"I have a big name, whether it's notoriety or infamy, I don't know. Why not go in, though? Fengli asked.

"I ...... I'm an ominous person. Ye Changmin sighed and said.

"Oh. What's the ominous method? When Feng Li heard this, he became interested and asked slowly.

"On five expeditions, I was ambushed by the enemy, and I was the only one who came back." Ye Changmin closed his eyes and said sadly.

"Again?" There must be a demon when things go back and forth.

The rest of the "......" is the sad voice of Ye Changmin. No one wants to bear an ominous name, and who can know his pain when he is awakened by the fall of his companion every night.

"Alright, we welcome you to the Undead Legion, come in and take you to meet your brother." Fengli said softly to Ye Changmin, turned around and walked into the camp gate, and his eyes motioned for him to follow.

"This ......" Ye Changmin obviously couldn't adapt, relieved himself, suppressed the joy in his heart, and followed the wind and left the immortal army.

"Chief, you're back?" When Myron saw Feng Li coming in, he said to him excitedly, obviously he was very satisfied with this recruitment.

"What about Qin Xinghe?" Fengli asked by patting him on the shoulder.

"He's over there." Myron pointed to the crowd.

"Go tell him to come over for a moment." Fengli is still not used to a lot of people, especially people he is not familiar with.

"Okay." Mai Long responded happily, squeezed into the crowd and dragged Qin Xinghe out.

"Chief, what's wrong?" Qin Xinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

"Are people still satisfied?" Fengli asked.

"It's all good." Qin Xinghe couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

"I've also received a good soldier, you can deal with it." Fengli pushed Ye Changmin in front of Qin Xinghe.