When Lin Feng's group came to the No. 52 training camp, the fighters in this training camp had already gathered together, looking at Lin Feng and the others, as if they were facing a great enemy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As the strongest person in the fifty-second training camp, Azeroa looked at Lin Feng and the others, and he was really under a lot of pressure!

He couldn't see what strength Lin Feng had at the front. But there were several people behind Lin Feng, and everyone put a lot of pressure on him, and it seemed that these people were stronger than him.

"Could it be that these people are all silver fighters?"

As soon as the thought crossed Azero's mind, he threw him out, for he felt it was impossible.

Silver Fighters are so existent, how can there be so many, I really think that silver is so easy to reach! Like their training camp, there are only two silver levels in total, and the rest are all bronze.

Even so, according to their instructors, this is already good. There were several sessions where there wasn't even a silver level in one bootcamp.

A silver-level fighter can be regarded as a master in the entire world of gods, how can it be a cabbage.

As for why so much silver was born in Lin Feng's training camp, it was not because of Lin Feng's occasional guidance, otherwise it would be good to be able to produce one silver.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

As the boss of the fifty-second training camp, even if he was scared at this moment, he couldn't be cowardly, so he could only ask hard, otherwise how could he follow his younger brother in the future.

You must know that the operation in this training camp is related to the status of the Holy See in the future.

Lin Feng looked at the little silver in front of him, he didn't even have the desire to speak, and waved his hand to let Ize go over to negotiate. After all, it is still possible to hand over such work to him for external negotiations. If it is handed over to that guy from Taitie, it is estimated that it will definitely be messed up.

"Brother, we are from the fifty-third battalion, this is our boss Lin Feng. ”

Iza introduced himself to Azero, and then continued under his puzzled gaze.

"According to our boss's meaning, we are all brothers, and the so-called brothers work together to break money. ”

"Then since it's a brother's camp, we don't have to be so angry. There is a good saying, what is a brother, a brother needs to learn to share, learn to love. ”

"What is sharing, what's yours is mine, what's mine is yours, that's sharing. ”

Izawa foamed at the mouth, and said that the fighters of the No. 52 training camp were stunned for a moment, and finally came to such a conclusion to this group of fighters who were about to faint.

"Therefore, my boss is your boss, isn't it!"

Nima, I've been looking for trouble for a long time!

Azeroa was stunned for a long time before he reacted, what do you mean that your boss is my boss, and he even grabbed the territory and incorporated the younger brother to do so much, so justifiably, he almost exploded.

"Hmph, you are not welcome in the 52nd training camp, you should leave quickly!"

"Hey, it seems that I still need to teach you what friendship is!"

In the face of the other party's refusal, Ize said helplessly, and then turned his head and said.

"Brothers, let's teach the brothers of the fifty-second battalion what friendship is!"

Izawa finished roaring, and kicked Izelia who didn't react out with a kick, and then the whole person followed, slashing his head and covering his face.

Then the whole scene got out of control in an instant, and the group of more than 1,000 people started fighting, dusty and noisy.

Seeing this, the instructor of the No. 52 training camp just wanted to come out to stop it, when he saw a tall figure standing in front of him, and in addition to three other people, he surrounded him, and the silver fighting spirit flashing on his body made him stand on the spot in shock, and he didn't dare to make the slightest move.

The instructor of the fifty-second training camp couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't expect that there would be so much silver in the fifty-third training camp.

You must know that according to the normal situation, a training camp in five years of training can produce a maximum of one or two silver. When this fighter training period is over, a new Holy Knights will be formed, and the strongest Saint Seiya will be selected to be the leader of the Knights, and the rest will be awarded various positions according to their strength.

For the Holy Knights of about 100,000 people, the Silver Warrior can generally act as a commander. In other words, a hundred training camps are equivalent to a hundred thousand-man squads.

And now that there is so much silver in the No. 53 training camp, it is simply blinding his eyes, and he wonders if geniuses have become cabbage.

The one who knows the times is Junjie, since the rise of the No. 53 training camp has become inevitable, then there is no need for him to offend the other party, otherwise he will not make trouble for himself.

Even when he saw that the person who had been the boss of this group of fighters did not make a move, but stood there and watched, which made the instructor constantly wonder if he could join this young man.

After all, a teenager who can subdue so much silver, how strong should his strength be, the pinnacle of silver or gold?

Forget the silver peak, if it is gold, then this year's Aquarius Palace Divine Fighter can already be determined in advance.

In this friendly exchange, the 53rd Battalion won the victory with an absolute advantage.

There was no way to fifty-seven silver, except for four staring at the other party's instructors, and two of them were beating each other's silver. The rest are simply tigers entering the flock, beating each other's little bronze and crying dad and mother.

When Yi Ze appeared in front of Lin Feng with the two little silvers from the fifty-second battalion, he could no longer see the human appearance, and his nose and face were swollen and he was beaten into a pig's head.

"Boss, these two are the brothers of the 52nd Battalion, after feeling our friendship, they are happy and convinced, and they unanimously say that they want to follow the boss's left and right and accept the boss's glorious teaching!"

Ize said to Lin Feng with a grin, and then turned his head to reprimand the two little silver.

"Why are you stunned, why don't you call the boss quickly!"

"Boss, boss!"

"Boss!"

These two little silver, who were not humans, did not dare to refute in the face of Ize's reprimand, and hurriedly spoke one by one.

"Well, don't be so restrained, everyone will be brothers in the future. ”

As the boss, Lin Feng, of course, had to stand up and say a few words to appease the wounded hearts of the two little silvers, and then looked at Yi Ze with appreciation.

"Ize, these two brothers will be handed over to you, you must take care of them!"

"In addition, such peaceful and friendly exchange activities should be held more often, so that all the brothers in the training camp on Aquarius Island can feel our peace and friendship!"

"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely let the other brother battalions feel the peace and friendship of our fifty-third battalion as soon as possible!"

Ize laughed when he heard Lin Feng's words, making the two little Baiyin who had just joined tremble in their hearts, and silently mourned for the other training camps for half a minute.

It was hard for them to imagine that any training camp could accept such a way of friendship, more than fifty Silver Fighters, and even a few had reached the Silver Peak, such a terrifying strength was probably something that few people could reach in all the training camps.

After a friendly visit, this group of people from the No. 53 training camp immediately skillfully swept away the demonic beasts outside the training camp, peeling the skin and cramping, barbeing and frying, boiling and steaming, which made the fighters of the fifty-second battalion stunned.

Although a friendly competition made the little bronzes of the 52nd Battalion full of resentment, a large bonfire party that followed completely made this group of little bronzes who were often willing to black bread put down their hearts and merge with the fighters of the 53rd Battalion.