Ning Fan looked at the crowd of people shouting loudly, but his heart was very cold.

The battlefield is not child's play, and it is not something that can survive by casually transmitting faith through a few shouts.

It's just that Qin Yuanfeng's good performance of beating drums and shouting is indeed good.

He's boosting morale.

However, the people present were either the abandoned sons of the family, or the disciples of the sect who came to the border, and the others were scattered cultivators who cultivated in some mountains and seas.

Everyone knows it and understands that the battlefield is no joke.

Any mistake will cost life.

They shouted like this, just to cooperate with Qin Yuanfeng.

Qin Yuanfeng's eyes stared at the monks present, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't care about the group of monks in front of him, whether what he says is from the heart or to give him face, in the end, when the morale is raised, it is good.

He is a veteran of the battlefield, the demon clan, and no less than a hundred people have lost their lives under his hands.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to hold this position.

Qin Yuanfeng is a cultivator of the second layer of the Sword Pill.

Ning Fan still sees this very clearly.

Fortunately, he is now hiding his cultivation, which is similar to what everyone shows, which is the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan.

As for Ge Changqing, it looks a little shabby.

The second layer of sword intent is not enough to see.

It is estimated that when you get to the battlefield, if you die, it will be the fastest.

But the premise is that Ning Fan is not by his side.

Ning Fan felt that if he was by his side, it would be difficult for him to die.

It is better to garrison the border barracks, that is, no matter how strong the cultivation is, as long as you can have a heart to enter the barracks to defend the territory for the country, everyone who comes will not refuse.

Otherwise, with Ge Changqing's cultivation, it would be very difficult to enter the Beida camp.

"Okay, now you all go back to the camp, I will let the steward here arrange a place for you to live, and the sword crystals and the like that you need for cultivation in the future will be given according to the imperial establishment, and everyone will be treated equally. ”

After speaking, Qin Yuanfeng turned around and left.

But at this time, an armored soldier beside him said a word to him.

He turned to look at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was quite surprised, and didn't understand why this Qin Yuanfeng general smiled at him.

"What's going on?" Ning Fan muttered in his heart.

"Big brother, this general seems to take special care of you. Ge Changqing tugged at the corner of Ning Fan's clothes and whispered.

"Hope isn't a bad thing. Ning Fan sighed.

He had just come here, he was not familiar with everything here, and he didn't have any acquaintances, he didn't know Qin Yuanfeng.

"Didn't you say that the Qin family is friendly with the Ge family, is this Qin Yuanfeng a member of the Qin family?"

Ning Fan suddenly thought of something, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Being reminded by him like this, Ge Changqing's face suddenly became a little ugly.

The eyes were slightly uneasy.

"Yes, why didn't I think of this? However, it is difficult to guarantee whether this Qin Yuanfeng is a member of the Qin family. Ge Changqing cried with a sad face.

It seems that he is worried about the two of himself.

Ning Fan saw his worried look, and then smiled, "Okay, don't think too much, if you come, you will be safe." ”

Ge Changqing was bitter, "It seems that this can only be the case." ”

"Let's go, let's follow them, we don't know where to live. Ning Fan touched his brows, his eyes showing hope.

"Hey, your name is Ning Fan, right?" An armored monk suddenly walked over and said towards Ning Fan.

Ning Fan saw that this armored monk was the one who was whispering to Qin Yuanfeng just now.

Immediately, his eyebrows were raised, his eyes showed doubts, and he squeezed out a smile and said, "I don't know what is important about this senior brother?"

"We will always see you, and you will come with me. ”

"As for him, let him wait. ”

The armored monk glanced at Ge Changqing beside Ning Fan and didn't take it seriously.

After all, Ge Changqing's cultivation is too low.

"Don't be impatient. Ning Fan patted Ge Changqing on the shoulder, followed the armored monk, and walked towards Qin Yuanfeng's tent.

The coals burned in the charcoal brazier, and the crackling sound was endless.

The camp, which was lit by fire, was in full swing.

Next to the fire, there is a board with beef, mutton, and wine.

Cattle are naturally hunted monsters, but sheep are goats.

I don't know where the wine came from, but it's fragrant.

Qin Yuanfeng was sitting in front of the board, eating beef.

On the beef, there is a faint blood-colored brilliance, like an agate stone.

This brilliance is the flesh and blood, the essence of blood, if people eat the flesh of these demon beasts all year round, they can increase their internal strength.

Forging muscles and bones, polishing qi and blood.

Qin Yuanfeng's appetite is not weak, a pot of beef that exudes aura, and in the blink of an eye, he swallowed the jujubes.

And the pot of spiritual wine that exuded spiritual energy was also drunk by him.

After Qin Yuanfeng wiped his lips, he stood up and glanced at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan stood in the tent, quietly waiting for Qin Yuanfeng to speak.

Since he called himself in, something must have commanded him.

It's just that Ning Fan is curious about what he wants to talk to him about.

Qin Yuanfeng's eyes showed a hint of approval.

Ning Fan seemed to be very steady, not in a hurry, and quite able to wait.

Qin Yuanfeng smiled, "Your name is Ning Fan, and you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, right?"

"Hmm. Ning Fan nodded.

"I admire the Sword Sect cultivator the most, you are the only Sword Sect monk assigned by our military camp, however, I am curious, the distance from Beicheng is known as the place of death, even if the disciples of the Sword Sect, there are very few people here, why do you want to come?"

Qin Yuanfeng looked at Ning Fan with a smile.

Ning Fan was just about to speak, when Qin Yuanfeng's hand stretched out.

"I want to hear the truth, not talk about all that nonsense. ”

Ning Fan smiled, "Since adults want to hear the truth, then I'll just say it." ”

"This place is known as the place of death, I have heard it in the Sword Sect, and the seniors in the sect have also told me, let me choose a new place. ”

"But, I think, between life and death, there can be a big breakthrough, from the moment we become sword cultivators, it means that we have to fight with heaven and earth, we have to go against the sky, cultivation is a chore, if we are blindly afraid, then the path of cultivation, what progress is there?"

"Instead of dying in the mountains and forests and not making progress in your own cultivation, it is better to wander between life and death, and maybe there will be a great opportunity. ”

Ning Fan's eyes showed a touch of madness.

That's exactly what he thought.

Qin Yuanfeng looked at Ning Fan and was stunned.

The madman, he was convinced that the young monk in front of him was a madman.

He likes crazy people, though.

On the battlefield, only a madman can survive to the end.

"Okay, you said it to my heart, and in the future, you will be my own soldier. ”

"I have five personal soldiers under my account, and these five personal soldiers are in charge of the food of the Qinzi battalion, military intelligence spying and several teams that charge into battle, although our Qinzi battalion is only the most basic hundred people in the empire, but the sparrows are small and have all the organs. ”

Ning Fan didn't expect that as soon as Qin Yuanfeng came up, he actually valued himself so much.

He was amazed.

Ning Fan paused for a moment and did not immediately agree.

Instead, he asked, "My lord, why do you think so highly of me?"

(End of chapter)