In the end, at Qiao Le's suggestion, the two, who had been off topic for a long time, finally returned to the theme again.

They are trying to save people, but they are chatting and chatting, and they are almost talking to grandma's house......

Jun Yan: "The old man's flame is golden, so if you want to save him, you also want to raise your own flame to gold, right?" ”

After listening to Qiao Le's explanation, Jun Yan made a general summary.

Qiao Le: "Well, that's right. ”

Snapping his fingers, Qiao Le began the simplest calculation.

Thunder, Black, Gray, White, Green, Red, Gold......

Well, there should be only two or three reds between her and gold.

If you want to say too much, that's not much on the face of it.

But you have to say less......

Where is she looking?

After all, her highest luck so far is only red. To put it mildly, she hadn't even touched the golden edges, the deep red.

Just, as far as Nima is concerned, it is quite difficult.

Although my grandfather himself is a golden fire, it is not necessarily necessary to save him, it depends on his influence and role in the plot.

Maybe Chihuo could too, but they obviously can't believe in a "maybe".

It is important to be well prepared to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Therefore, Jin Huo is determined to win, and he has no choice but to run.

Jun Yan: "When was the last time you gained a lot of luck?" ”

Qiao Le: "It's probably when you're competing. ”

That's right, when it's a joust.

The next morning, Jun Chen was awakened by the familiar sound of war drums. He didn't feel noisy, but felt that the sound of the drums was very friendly and made him comfortable.

This is the person who stays on the battlefield all year round, the drums are pleasant, the trumpets are as usual, and life is nothing more than that.

Jun Chen: "What's going on over there in the martial arts arena?" ”

The old man got up and asked the guard.

Guard: "Back to the old prince, it's General Lu who is competing with the soldiers of the forward battalion." ”

Jun Chen: "Lao Lu? ”

That old Lu who is too lazy to die, only knows how to eat all day long, and even has to rely on the adjutant to train his soldiers?

Come on!

Seeing Jun Chen's look of disbelief, the guard just smiled and didn't intend to say more.

Junchen: "Really? ”

In the end, Junchen still didn't believe in this evil, so he had to go to the martial arts arena to take a look.

And it's okay not to go, but when you go, you get a question mark all over your face.

On the huge martial arts arena, the 3,000 people of the forward battalion lined up neatly and walked in front of the high platform in turn.

You say it's a military parade, but it doesn't seem to be. Because the high platform is like a watershed, which can point out the few in the procession and banish the majority.

More like a point general than a military parade.

Then the question arises again, who is pointing?

He thought he was wrong, so he looked at it several times.

It's Qiao Le, it's Qiao Le!

That's it, why are those who are pointed out still happy and excited?

With all due respect, he could not understand.

Fortunately, these singled out soldiers happened to come to his side.

Junchen: "Why are you so happy? ”

Jun Chen asked several people about this question. And their answers can't escape one sentence after summarizing - the county lord is destined for me.

Jun Chen: "What is fate? ”

The soldiers replied that the people who had been related to the county lord before had either been blessed by heaven or improved by leaps and bounds, and even the worst ones had made great progress.

This is no secret in the forward battalion, but an expectation.

They all want to have a relationship with the county lord, because only fools don't want to be lucky.

At this moment, Jun Chen was stunned.

He felt that either the world was crazy or he was crazy......