"The game is over, are you not satisfied with the result?" Look at what Nie Cheng said, it's simply a hatred value for Feng Li, a crazy hatred value.

"There's a marshal's personal guard on the captain's side." There was a little silence, and one of the captains said disapprovingly that it was the only reason they could think of. You must know that Nie Cheng's personal guards are first-class good players, and they are all the elite of the elite selected from the entire army. But when many captains heard him say this, their faces turned red rarely. None of them said that they had only been established for two months? Your side is full of captains in the army, that's what you're talking about...... How thick-skinned you have to be!

In fact, Fengli has no formation to speak of against them, relying on the strength of Fengli's sharp knife tip and the cooperation of the whole team. With the sharpness of its blade, it tore through the opponent's formation, and then relied on the strong force and cooperation of the whole team to break the enemy hard.

"Ahem!" Nie Cheng was obviously also excited, and this group of boys was too ungraceful.

"What do you want?" Nie Cheng stared at Shi Zichuan, Shi Zichuan turned his head away, this is not what I said, if you can't win an individual fight, if you can't win a team, how can you have any ideas.

"This ......" the captain suddenly couldn't speak, he suddenly remembered that Fengli was the number one in the sword group, and what else could be compared to others.

"Okay, Fengli, what do you want?" Seeing that no one was talking, Nie Cheng asked Fengli, there is an extra reward if there is an extra battle, which is the result of an argument with Fengli.

"This ......" Feng Li turned around, and they didn't have any opinions around Myron, "Marshal, can this request be kept?" After half a ring, Feng Li said.

"Okay." Nie Cheng was very happy today, and agreed by the way. Feng Li's reaction made him very happy, and after waving his hand to disband, he walked away with a group of generals, leaving Feng Li and the rest of the captains to leave with a hate to see each other, and of course the rest of the generals were tired of each other.

"Shi Zichuan, isn't that Fengli too arrogant?" After watching Fengli leave, someone asked Shi Zichuan.

"Man, it was called by the marshal. Competition, people are forced. As a result, nothing was asked. It's arrogant there! Shi Zichuan looked at the man and said, "To be a man and do things, you must be able to afford to take it and put it down, so that your vision can be broader." If you lose, you lose, and then you can win it back, and victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers. You are always obsessed with the last mistake and the victory of others, how can you improve, how can you grasp the current and future victories. Shi Zichuan said earnestly.

Shi Zichuan said that everyone nodded again and again, if you lose, you lose, if you are strong, we will practice hard, work hard, work hard, and we can always defeat each other.

"This time, we lost, and we can't look down on ourselves. Everyone has never cooperated like this, and it is inevitable that the minds will not be able to come together. But our strength is there, and when we go back, we have to work hard and train hard to compare him. Shi Zichuan comforted everyone like this, but what he thought in his heart was that if it took longer, who knew how far the wind would go.

"I can't imagine that such a beautiful woman-like guy can be so powerful? Does this still make people live? Someone said grumblingly.

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked, this wind was so handsome that it was not like words. The eyebrows and eyes are delicate, the nose bridge is straight, the lips are warm, the skin is fair and delicate, a pair of eyes are not alarmed, indifferent and calm to think about the deep pool of thousands of years, plus the temperament is indifferent, he is really a fairy-like chic and handsome character. Of course, as the man said, she was as beautiful as a woman.

Everyone thinks of Nie Cheng's attitude towards Fengli today, and they are all thinking, is this Fengli really different?

"Chief, why does the marshal want us to compete today?" Myron asked.

"I don't know. We don't want to be so useless, we just do our best. Today, as you have seen, in the face of the attack of the spear, we are powerless, is this allowed on the battlefield? We should know that we don't have enough strength, not enough speed, not enough reaction, these are going to kill us, do you allow yourself to do this? I don't allow it. From tomorrow, the training will be doubled, do you have any comments? ”

"Nope!" The Undead Legion was already annoyed that they couldn't keep up with the speed of the leader, leaving Feng Li alone to face the opponent's strongest frontal attack, and at this time, listening to Feng Li say this, of course, there was no complaint.

"Plus drill with me!"

Feng Li left after speaking, and the people behind him reacted and wailed, how could the leader be so ruthless? They were really willing to train more than to fight the leader. You must know that the whole team of Calais can't cope with the ghostly speed of the leader, and the leader's subordinates will never show mercy under their feet, and they will definitely be scarred from now on.

Feng Li listened to their complaints and shook his head, these guys are not tired themselves, where are they still bitter! Seeing them flattering in front of him, his heart was warm.

"Marshal, don't you want to hide Fengli? How did you force him to play today? Leshan looked at Nie Cheng sitting leisurely drinking tea, and asked with some puzzlement. You must know that when he just returned to the army, Nie Cheng said that he wanted to hide the wind and leave him, and sharpened him until the moment when the sword was unsheathed.

"I want to arouse the attention of the whole army to him, this year, there is such a shock as today, plus the slow accumulation in the future, everyone will slowly admire him. There is admiration and obedience, and there is a process of cohesion of people's hearts, which takes time, and slowly cohesion can be twisted into a rope. Nie Cheng said in a deep voice.

"I think everyone only has resentment against him today?" Leshan thought about today's situation and could only sympathize with Feng Li, like this, I don't know if he can still recruit team members.

"If this little thing can't be solved, he can't afford to accept my arrangement? In the future, things will be heavier and more difficult, how will he solve them? The reverence and admiration that comes from the resolution of grievances is the most reliable! Nie Cheng said these words with a deep heart, he didn't want his hopes to be disappointed? He hoped that the sky over the city of Ruz in Angola would never be sunny, that there would be no more swords and guns, and that there would be no bloodshed.

"I believe that Feng Li can solve this, that kid won't take this seriously at all!" Le Shan smiled, Feng Li was thinking about how to bring his brother well, and he didn't think about anything else at all. Others are no longer out of the range of acceptance, and they never care about what they think of themselves. All he cares about is his brothers, those who keep them in his heart!

Nie Cheng didn't speak, I don't know where I thought of it? Leshan looked at it for a moment and retreated, he had to go to find his junior brother, this junior brother has been a bit repetitive recently. Look at the sky, I'm about to leave this sky, I'm really not used to it, right?

Came to the marshal's own practice place and saw the person sweating and dancing the sword? Since he and the marshal told Wen Mu about the arrangements for Feng Li, his junior brother has become more and more silent, and the daily practice time is getting longer and longer, he understands that Wen Mu and Feng Li have a very deep relationship, and I heard that the two have also married brothers, but such a long-term pressure and tension will be unbearable.

Wen Mu didn't think about this, he thought about being stronger, stronger, and stronger. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to protect Feng Li! Swords and swords, bloody rain, ruthless fighting, thousands of troops, what to wait for.

Who can guarantee what is happening on the battlefield! Who can protect whom?

How lucky Le Shan is that Nie Cheng can stand under his sword for a long time, and he can protect the guardian of Angola Ruz City, and he can successfully protect it within his own range, which is the pride of his Sword Venerable Sect. It's just that this pride is now going to be passed on to my junior brother, and now my junior brother's heart is really not suitable for guarding?

"Senior brother, what are you doing here?" The contemplative Leshan didn't notice Wen Mu's approach? Hearing the voice, he woke up, shook his head and smiled.

"It's fine. How about not getting too tired? Wen Mu smiled, how could it be, Feng Li worked much harder than that kid himself.

"No!" Wen Mu sat down next to Leshan.

"Wen Mu, with your current level, you are enough to take responsibility, you don't put too much pressure on yourself. A Guardian must have a peaceful mind to see and hear. On the battlefield, we need to face surprise attacks and backside attacks, and we need to face sudden assassinations, and what we need is calm and peaceful. There are pro-guards on the front side, and those frontal attacks have them, you are in such a hurry, what should you do? Le Shan said sternly. He didn't want his front foot to drive away, and there was news of the change of marshals in the city of Angola Ruz.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I know what to do." Wen Mu said calmly. I just want to work harder and have a little more ability to guard. For his brother, even if he exchanges his life, he will protect him.

Leshan is a lot more relieved to see him like that, you must know that the first thing that Jianzun's subordinates look at when selecting people is their temperament, and the junior disciples who can be praised by the master will definitely not be bad!

"Senior brother, on the way here, we rescued a child named Ke Mu. This kid has filial piety, calm heart, I think he is a material, so I taught him some swordsmanship, you can go back this time to take a look, I will give you the address when I arrive. Remembering that his senior brother was leaving, Wen Mu told Ke Mu about it. The Sword Venerable Sect must be passed down continuously, and the inheritors need to be found by the brothers and sisters.

"Okay." Wen Mu should arrive.

"Senior brother, have you been tired all these years?" Wen Mu asked.

"Tired!" Leshan was silent for a long time and replied. Guarding the battlefield wholeheartedly, devoting all oneself to one's mind, how haggard it is.

"But it's worth it. I am happy, happy, proud. Wen Mu's tone was relaxed, calm, proud, and unconcealed tiredness.

"Are you reluctant?"

"It's a bit reluctant. But for the protection of the city of Angola Ruz, for the sake of Mia, for our inheritance, I still have to go, I have to go. Leshan's face was full of determination, and his eyes were firm and persistent on his hard and handsome face.

"Senior brother, let's connect again?" Wen Mu looked at Leshan and invited.

"Okay." Leshan agreed heartily.

The two jumped off the field, scribbling at each other and smiling.