Ying Long followed Du Lingfeng back to the Divine Realm Glory City.

General A was directing the training of the divine soldiers on the high platform of the training ground, and when he saw the two of them returning unharmed, he laughed wildly and said: "With the ability of the marshal and the vanguard, presumably the demon mound has disappeared!"

Du Lingfeng only nodded and walked straight over.

Ying Long quickly followed Du Lingfeng.

The two walked not far one after the other, and a wooden fence blocked them, and the immortal official next to them nodded and greeted them, and said flatteringly:

"General, what kind of wind blew you to this day?"

Du Lingfeng said lightly: "Let's pick a heavenly horse!"

The immortal officer hurriedly beckoned the soldiers to move the wooden fence, bowed and said, "Please!"

As soon as Ying Long walked into the Tianma Prison, the air was filled with the mixed smell of forage and horse manure, tens of thousands of Pegasus with different coat colors were hissing in the grass shed, and several immortal officials were sweating profusely and were adding grass to the stone trough.

Du Lingfeng crossed his hands on his chest, leaned against the wall, and said, "Pick one!"

Ying Long walked to the stables in a daze, the horses turned their heads together, some held their heads high, not caring about his appearance, some shook their heads and shook their tails, stretched out their necks and desperately approached him, Ying Long looked at the horse shed extending to an unknown distance, his head buzzed, and he turned his head to Du Lingfeng and said: "Senior, so many heavenly horses, how do I choose!"

Du Lingfeng didn't answer, an immortal official who raised horses walked up with a smile and said to Ying Long, "General, is it the first time to pick a horse?" He squinted at Du Lingfeng, and his appearance became more respectful: "Do you need Xiaoxian's help?"

Ying Long nodded truthfully.

The immortal official smiled with satisfaction, and he said, "Okay!

Ying Long immediately followed, and the immortal official began to talk like a river: "This picking a horse is a technical job, otherwise what do you want us to do as a horse herder? This picking a horse, let me tell you a good story, the first thing is to look at the horse's face, the horse's face must be thin and long! Second, it is necessary to look at the horse's chest, which must be strong and straight! It is necessary to be angry! The third is to look at the horse's body, the flesh is full of fat is a good horse, and the fourth-"

Ying Long was bored of hearing this, and hurriedly stopped the immortal official's words: "Immortal official, where is such a good horse?"

The immortal official glanced at him angrily, as if he was complaining that Ying Long had disturbed his good interest, and said coldly: "Come with me!"

The fairy official led him to an independent stable, and a dark gray horse came into view, and the fairy official showed off as if he had seen a treasure: "Look at this horse! Really good horse! Look at this horse's face, this horse's chest, this horse's body, my God!"

Ying Long looked at the horse blankly, and the horse also looked at him blankly, and after half a ring, Ying Long shook his head and said, "I don't like it!"

The immortal official was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "This is the famous 'White Hoof Crow'!

Ying Long ignored him and walked straight to the second stable, a short, but rather clever horse, with its front hooves restlessly treadful, as if ready to gallop out at any moment.

The immortal official was interested again, clapped his hands and said: "General, good vision, good vision! Don't look at this thin horse, it is a good horse that travels thousands of miles every day, it is called 'Telle Biao', listen to it!

Ying Long didn't care, and walked over again, the immortal stomped his feet, and muttered in a muffled voice: "It's really visionless, I don't know the goods!"

Ying Long walked to the third stable, the black and purple fur of this horse was shining, and it was a good horse at first glance, but Ying Long had already walked away before he could be introduced by the immortal official.

The immortal official gritted his teeth and scolded: "This is 'Sa Lu Zi', can't it enter your eyes? Are you really here to pick a horse? How do I think you are here to entertain me!"

Ying Long looked at the three independent stables, and there must be a good horse standing in each of them, but he always didn't like it so much, so he simply didn't look at the rest, he returned to the original stable, and sighed to the immortal official: "I won't pick it!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp whip sounded and Ying Long raised his eyes:

A stall was whipping a gray horse laden with hay, and if the other horses were whipped in this way, they would have screamed, but the gray horse only closed its eyes and endured the pain, its head was a long horn like an awl, its fur was a malnourished gray grass, and its tail hung weakly.

The horse herd scolded: "You are a horse, and dragging hay is also a lot of energy!"

He gave him a few more lashes, and the gray horse opened his eyes suddenly, and poked at the stableman with the horns on the top of his head, and this time he threw the horseman's hand into a hurry, and the whip fell to the ground, and the gray horse, seeing that he had succeeded, neighed in spite of the pain, like a hearty laugh in victory.

This scene made Ying Long laugh out loud, and he stopped in front of the angry stable, staring at the gray horse with his eyes.

The gray horse looked at him sideways, and the rough breath from his nostrils sprayed on Ying Long's face, as if to say, "Who are you, why do you look at me like this!"

One man and one horse were in such a stalemate, Ying Long turned around to unload the trailer for him, patted its body, and shouted: "Run, run to a place where no one is around, and you won't be bullied!"

The gray horse held its head high, its front hooves rising half a foot high, and rushed into the afterglow of the setting sun like an arrow, and saw that the shadow gradually faded, and gradually disappeared—

Ying Long beckoned to the back, he suddenly felt that his face was cold, and he was in tears, he slowly walked in front of Du Lingfeng, and sighed: "Senior, there is no suitable horse for me here!

Du Lingfeng looked into the distance, the gray horse galloped with the setting sun on his back, bowed the horse's head, and poked at Ying Long with his long horns, Ying Long reacted quickly, hurriedly took a step back, and dodged left and right.

One man and one horse fought like this for a while, until the sunset became more and more oblique, the gray horse's eyes stared directly at Ying Long, his eyes leaked a look of sworn allegiance, it lowered the horse's head, the front knee half bowed down, he surrendered.

Du Lingfeng stood aside and said slowly: "It's your horse!"

Ying Long was stunned, he touched the haggard horsehair, and an inexplicable heartache surged up, and muttered, "Did you choose mine?"

The horse neighed, and it said, "From now on, whether you charge into battle or gallop across the field, I will accompany you!"

Ying Long hugged the horse's head tightly and whimpered: "No one will bully you in the future! No one will call you Lai Ma again! No one will let you carry hay again! You are a war horse! I am Ying Long's war horse!"

The gray horse stretched out its tongue and licked Ying Long's face, looking very affectionate, it stood up abruptly and shook its head back.

Ying Long turned over and got on the horse, clamped his legs, and the gray horse understood, and galloped forward!