Although there is no willow at this time, the towering ancient trees that grow on the side add a sense of loneliness to the back of Miao Junfeng.

Dressed in hunting clothes, with white hair fluttering, and a slight bow, it seems that he may be blown down by the wind at any time.

However, if you look at it from the front, a pair of blazing eyes that exude charm make the observer have to lower their noble heads.

In this gaze is full of majestic, domineering, inviolable rhythm.

All the way unhindered, Miao Junfeng returned to the camp on the Western Front unharmed.

"Miao Lao, you're finally back, but you're worried about me. If you don't come back, I'll go to her Royal Highness Princess Luo Jiao to negotiate and send a large army to pick you up. In his tent, Bismarck, who was hiding from his steps back and forth, immediately met him at the first sight.

"Old Mai, thank you for your concern. You see, didn't I come back in good condition? Rest assured! They can't keep me, and if I want to, they won't drive me away. ”

"Marshal, did you cause the previous disturbance?" Luo Jiao rushed into the camp tent, forgot the etiquette, and opened her mouth to ask.

"Yes, who made them not have a long memory?" Miao Junfeng replied very simply.

"Marshal mighty, with you, are you still afraid that we won't be able to win the battle we are in? It is estimated that the strong people around the Yew King have been almost wiped out by you, and under the elimination of the other, our odds of winning have risen again. ”

Looking at Luo Jiao's happy appearance, Miao Junfeng just smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

"Master, are you alright? I'll help you to rest! Erzhu rushed in in a hurry, he was shocked at the first sight of Miao Junfeng, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Well, I'm just going to go back and get some rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow! Miao Junfeng followed Erzhu's words, turned around and walked out of the tent.

Walking in the camp of the barracks, Miao Junfeng swept the place where he walked with an unangry and arrogant gaze. Wherever his gaze passed, the soldiers all raised their heads and chests and showed him their most spiritual side.

When Miao Junfeng lifted the curtain and stepped into the camp, the two pillars followed quickly helped him.

"Master!" Erzhu's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Silly apprentice, what are you crying about, Master is not dead yet? Your cry made people outside hear it, and they thought that something had happened to the teacher. In this way, didn't you make your previous actions as a teacher in vain? ”

With the support of the two pillars, Miao Junfeng slowly leaned down on the handsome chair. At this time, his godly gaze dimmed, and his face became a little grayer.

"Master, as soon as I sensed that kind of movement, I knew that you were angry. Every time you get angry, you use the spiritual power to suppress your injuries.

Master, if there is anything in the future, can you let the disciples rush to the front first? I don't want you to be burdened, and I don't want to lose you. Erzhu squatted beside Miao Junfeng and said with a handful of snot and tears.

"Fool, have you forgotten what the teacher told you? Men don't flick when they have tears, and men don't shed tears when they leave blood.

As long as it is a human being, there will be a day of death. It's just that everyone's day comes at a different time. I've lived long enough as a teacher, so long that I've forgotten how old I am now.

Erzhu, you know? It is really a blessing for a teacher to be able to receive such a closed disciple as you on the day when the deadline is approaching.

Zhengda Guangming plaque will accompany you all the way to grow, if you want to be a teacher in the future, take a look at it. Besides, your scorching battle qi must be sharpened and sharpened, and before the day of completion, don't let people know its true power.

You are a good boy, don't live up to the expectations of your teacher, and don't lose your prestige as a teacher in the future.

To be a teacher is to shake the nine heavens and move the nine shadows. The prestige of being a teacher has long been recorded in heaven and earth, and if you can't make a name for yourself in the future, don't tell the world that you are an apprentice of a teacher.

Alright, you go down! I'm tired of being a teacher and want to sleep beautifully. ”

"Nope! Master, you must not sleep! Once you close your eyes, you'll never wake up! Erzhu stood up in a hurry, desperately shaking Miao Junfeng's body.

With a "bang", a blow of chestnut burn hit Erzhu's head.

"Fool, it's not time for the teacher to take his last breath. However, if you continue to be shaken like this, you will really have to close your eyes as a teacher! ”

"Hehe, okay, you said it earlier! I'm cowardly, don't keep me scared all the time. Erzhu burst into tears and laughed, standing beside Miao Junfeng stupidly.

Erzhu didn't notice that a sly fox light flashed in Miao Junfeng's eyes. His body knows that maybe his life is indeed coming to an end, but before leaving, the current battle must be over.

Outside the camp, a spell pigeon flew in the direction of the Yew Palace.

Miao Junfeng's previous scene was to make the undercover agent in front of him take the bait. As soon as the fish is hooked, it is time to harvest the nets.

In the Yew King's Mansion, the Yew King sits on the first seat. Below him, the Centaur sat on the right-hand side, and his own centaur sat on the left-hand side.

"Father, I don't think Miao Ming is so terrible, such a peerless blow, I don't believe he doesn't need to pay anything!"

"What Brother Ling Feng said is extremely true, and the juniors also feel that Miao Ming's blow should have caused him to suffer a huge backlash. This is a blow that can shake the heavens and the earth, and if it does not reach the holy realm, it should be forced to pay a great price. ”

The two who sang and harmonized were Zi Lingfeng and Huang Fuming, and only the two of them were present who were relaxed and calm, as if the previous loss was like a drizzle, not worth mentioning.

As soon as the Yew King wanted to say something, his mind was suddenly attracted by the spell carrier pigeon flying from afar.

He raised his hand and made a move, and the spell pigeon flew obediently to his palm, and after that, the light flashed and turned into a secret letter.

When the Yew King unsealed the secret letter, after reading it. He laughed heartily and said, "My son, Miaoming is really as you said, he has suffered a huge backlash, and his time should be numbered." As long as we don't move, we can consume him to death just by consuming it. ”

"The prince is wise. It's just that the younger generation thinks that it is not worth it to consume our resources for the sake of one person. He was an old man, an old man whose days were numbered.

If you go with him, who knows how long he will live? If we add some ingredients to him, such as burning a fire to urge him, will we make this old man walk faster?

His life is not as important as our plans, and even less important than the resources we have.

War is all about resources, and what is fought for is the decisive ability to judge the situation and size up the situation.

Lord, when the judgment continues, it will be chaotic. Take advantage of his illness to kill him, why not? ”

Huang Fuming's words made the Yew King immediately think about it in his heart after hearing it. He is not an indecisive Lord, but if he makes a decision, he will carry it out to the end.