Yang Tian looked at the big man, as well as the martial artists behind him, and said lightly: "This is the monument of the martial spirit, you can try it, can you engrave your name on it." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yang Tian said, handing the golden fountain pen in his hand to the big man in front of him.

"Uh~Peng~"

As soon as Yang Tiangang let go, the big man prostrate, and the golden fountain pen in his hand also fell to the ground.

This big man is only a fourth-level martial artist, and it is still very difficult to pick up the gold fountain pen, you must know that this gold fountain pen weighs more than a thousand catties.

"Hehe~"

The big man got up from the ground, scratched his head embarrassedly and laughed, looking very embarrassed.

"I'll try!"

At this time, a thin warrior behind the big man stepped forward and gritted his teeth.

The realm of this martial artist is one level higher than that of the Great Han, he is a fifth-level martial artist, he bent over, clasped the golden fountain pen more than a foot long with the fingers of both hands, and lifted it vigorously.

Holding the gold fountain pen in both hands, the warrior slowly walked towards the crystal tablet.

At this time, the surrounding warriors were staring at him, wondering if he could succeed.

Until now, these warriors have not understood what good it will be after carving their names on the pedestal.

When this warrior was still three meters away from the crystal monument, he was shivering with cold, and at the same time, he also encountered a strong, soft resistance. As a last resort, he had no choice but to return, and with a wry smile, he handed the golden fountain pen back to Yang Tian.

Next, more warriors came to try, but with their realm, they couldn't even get close to the crystal tablet, let alone carve their names on it.

Not far away, a large number of strange beasts gathered, but they did not dare to approach here, and after a long time, they dispersed one after another.

However, there are more and more warriors who have arrived here, and almost every warrior who comes here wants to try it.

……

Li Junyang lifted the wooden board covering his body, touched the back of his neck and climbed up.

At this time, the city was filled with the sound of humans walking around and moving animals, and the fierce fighting had stopped.

Li Junyang suddenly became nervous.

Is this city already occupied by the soldiers of the Zichen Empire......

With anger, Li Junyang found the detonator, and was about to press it, rushing out to kill the Zichen Imperial soldiers at the same time, when suddenly, a little girl in a red jacket passed by.

Seeing this little girl, Li Junyang's eyes widened.

"Xiaojing, it's very chaotic in the city now, what are you running around?" At this moment, a middle-aged woman ran over, grabbed the little girl and said.

Seeing such a situation, Li Junyang couldn't help but let go of the detonator in his hand.

The middle-aged woman glanced at Li Junyang, bowed to Li Junyang, turned around and was about to take the little girl away, Li Junyang immediately said, "Wait a minute, what's going on......"

Soon after.

"Woo woo woo ......"

After Li Junyang learned the result, he sat on the ground and cried.

"Zhao Hai, Liu Jingyu, Wang Chenggong ......" while crying, Li Junyang called the names of some people.

"Whew~"

At that moment, a gust of wind blew, rolling up the snow on the side of the street and flying all over the sky.

……

Most of the warriors in the city have gone out of the city.

Li Junyang searched the pile of corpses in the city.

Whenever he saw the corpse of the Zichen Imperial soldier, his heart felt happy, but when he saw the corpses left behind by his companions who were unsuccessful, he became sad again.

Of the more than 100 people in the junior class, not everyone succeeded, and only about one-third of them successfully detonated the explosives on their bodies.

Some people may think that this is stupid! Oh, yes! Stupid and cute, stupid enough to defeat the soldiers of the Zichen Empire, the human race will not be wiped out, and he is willing to give his life......

If the world's high-level martial artists are so stupid, maybe things won't be like this, these young martial artists will not die, but become a new generation of martial artists with spiritual beliefs.

Soon after, Li Junyang found the body of his grandfather Li Yuan, and a young man just happened to remove Li Yuan's body from the pile of corpses.

Li Yuan was a seventh-level martial artist, but he still sacrificed. In this cold temperature, the corpse had long been stiffened, and in the chest of the corpse, there was a penetrating wound, and the enemy directly destroyed his heart with a single sword.

Although he was dead, Li Yuan's eyes were still wide open, and he maintained an angry look on his face.

"Rest in peace!"

A young man who was cleaning up the corpses in the city said lightly and wiped his hand on Li Yuan's eyes, but Li Yuan's eyes were still wide open.

Li Junyang wiped his eyes, stepped forward, and supported his grandfather's body.

"Grandpa, I'm not dead, we're victorious, you can rest in peace! We will always remember you......" Li Junyang held back his grief and said lightly with a relieved smile on his face.

After Li Junyang finished speaking, he raised his hand and put it on Li Yuan's eyes.

When Li Junyang's hand wiped off Li Yuan's face, Li Yuan's eyes closed, and the expression on his face became serene.

Human beings have souls......

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

There are fewer and fewer warriors gathered near the crystal monument.

Because after trying, everyone knows that only a martial artist who has reached the eighth level or above can approach the crystal stele, and when he reaches the level of a ninth-level martial artist, it is possible to engrave his name on the crystal stele.

It's just a possibility, because no high-ranking martial artist has come.

Why?

Because of shame!

Yang Tian has already said that this crystal tablet is the monument of the spirit of the warrior!

Those high-ranking martial artists who hid behind and did not dare to fight, how could they be qualified to engrave their names on them?

Even if they came, Yang Tian would not hand them the golden fountain pen in his hand and let their name stain the monument.

Steward Wu, Mark, Nora, Xiao Fei, Zhou Hao, Zhao Shuangxing...... These people finally appeared in Yang Tian's eyes.

"I'll try!"

Mark looked at Yang Tian and smiled.

Yang Tian nodded and handed over the golden fountain pen in his hand.

Steward Wu, Mark and the others, although they did not come to Wabo City, they were stationed in the nearby City of Rose, and once Wabo City fell, it would be their turn.

Warriors from all over the world could not be crowded in the same city at the same time.

Mark was a seventh-level peak martial artist, and of course he didn't succeed.

After the defeat, Mark sighed and returned the golden fountain pen to Yang Tian.

Next, it is Steward Wu, Xiao Fei and Zhao Shuangxing......

A lot of people have tried, and still no one has succeeded.

In the end, they also left, leaving only Yang Tian and Xiao Qinglong to stay here.

Yang Tianpan sat under the crystal tablet, his eyes closed, thinking about what the black-clothed masked man had said......

Soon after, a young warrior arrived.

"My name is Li Junyang, Yang Da, we are all fans of you, we didn't disgrace you in this battle. We had more than a thousand people and more than three hundred casualties......"

Li Junyang used excited words to tell how hard the young warriors of the junior class had worked during this time!

After Yang Tian heard this, he was deeply moved, and he couldn't help but laugh with relief.

The spirit of the warriors has not disappeared yet!

Suddenly, Yang Tian understood!

"Yang Da, this is the sacrificial companion of our junior class, each of them is not a bad race, except for you, they are the most qualified people to engrave their names on this monument!"

Li Junyang said, taking out a blank piece of paper from his arms.

On this blank paper, people's names were written.

Wang Haolong, Zhao Hai, Xu Zhijie, Liu Jingyu, Wang Chenggong......

There were three hundred and eight people in total.

Some of the young warriors of these junior classes died at the hands of the Zichen Empire's warriors, and some of them were actually killed by the high-ranking martial artists in their own city, and they were charged with disturbing the order in the city.

"Yang Da, please engrave their names on this tablet as well!"

After handing over the list to Yang Tian, Li Junyang clenched his fists and said with tears in his eyes.

"Hmm!" Yang Tian nodded heavily.

The white paper in his hand was very light, but Yang Tian felt heavy......