Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mockery

Following behind Hu Jianbei, Yang Tianling came to the gate of Nannik City.

"Heavenly Spirit, I'll send it here. Hu Jianbei said that he originally hoped to send Yang Tianling directly to the city, but he didn't expect that his enemy had so many eyes, and when he came to five or six hundred meters in front of the city gate, he had already found himself.

"Aren't you going to send me in?" Yang Tianling said with some confusion.

"Have you forgotten, I'm the one who is being hunted!" Hu Zhibei touched his head and said, "You should also get out of my side quickly, don't let people know my relationship with you!"

Hu Zhibei said, pretending not to know as he spoke, and walked out behind Yang Tianling.

"Oh!" Yang Tianling replied and walked towards the city without looking back, anyway, his master is strong, and there should be nothing wrong, but thinking about it this way, what kind of person can keep chasing such a powerful master of himself, Hu Zhibei has never told himself about this, but well, the world in which his master lives is obviously not something that he can spy on at this level.

"Goodbye, Master. ”

"I'll see you again, as long as you get stronger. ”

This was the last thing the two said before they separated, and the next moment, Hu Zhibei disappeared from the same place, and he didn't know where he had gone.

"Wow, there are so many people!?" Yang Tianling came to the soldier's recruitment office, dumbfounded.

This is in front of the barracks that stands east of Nannic City. The entire barracks is enclosed with a simple wall made of wooden stakes, and although it is a simple wall, but, on the city wall more than four meters high, there is a soldier standing every ten meters or so There is a giant crossbow on the city wall every twenty meters or so, Yang Tianling has no doubt that if the hand of the archer above is slightly shaken and mistakenly fired, this kind of crossbow arrow can easily penetrate his body, unless he is now defending with all his strength, or it is estimated that he will not be able to resist such an arrow.

At one end of the proposed wooden wall, a gate four or five meters wide and five or six meters high was located, a long table was located on the right side of the gate, and a notice was posted on the wooden board next to it, probably a recruitment notice. In front of the table, two dragons of about three or four hundred people were slowly advancing, each dressed luxuriously and brightly, some with attendants fanning them to relieve them from the heat from the sun, while others were followed by their parents, waiting as they followed the procession......

"Wow, these people are here to be soldiers? I don't want to think about it, right?" Yang Tianling seemed in his heart, these nobles who usually only had fun really thought it was easy to be a soldier?

On the other side, at the gate, a few young men in gorgeous costumes walked out with their heads hanging their heads, and they didn't have to think about it to know that these were the ones who failed the test.

"Whew!" Yang Tianling took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, and stood at the end of the line......

"Go away, go away!" A man dressed in purple ornate costumes, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with a dozen retinues behind him, knew at a glance that it was a nobleman somewhere, and he instructed his entourage to drive away the civilians on the road all the way, it seemed that he was the kind of aristocrat who had been bullying the poor people all the time.

And Yang Tianling, in the face of such a nobleman, although he felt very disgusted, but he didn't care about him, no, it should be said that he couldn't care about it at all, so he didn't say anything, just turned around and stole it again, and followed behind the young man who was only one person in front of him, walking forward step by step.

However, you want not to be contacted, but the other person does not think so.

Coming behind Yang Tianling, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old man gently patted Yang Tianling's shoulder.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Due to his age, Yang Tianling's height was only on the chest of a noble man, and the man said condescendingly, with a mocking look on his face.

"I'm queuing, what's wrong?" Yang Tianling glanced at this nobleman who looked down on people, he hated the person in front of him very much.

"Queue, kid, do you know what this place is for? This is a recruiting office, not for a civilian child like you!" said the aristocratic man, the mockery on his face increasing rather than decreasing.

And the people in front of the team didn't notice that there was such a civilian as Yang Tianling standing at the back of the team, but with this commotion, the people in front turned around.

"What's going on?"

"It seems that there is a civilian child who wants to join the army, and he quarreled with Viscount Cheng Xiong. ”

"Cheng Xiong? That guy is really a little annoying. ”

The nobles in front of them, some of them had higher titles than Cheng Xiong, so they were not afraid to speak ill of Cheng Xiong at all, but when they saw the situation at the back of the team, they all smiled......

It's not that he laughs at Cheng Xiong, but at the kid who is short and wears a brown civilian suit, it's not just a civilian outfit, it's also a patched civilian outfit, in their common sense, a civilian like Yang Tianling only has the strength of a first-level sword fighter at most, plus his age is so young, it is impossible to have too high strength at all, plus they can only sense the faint fluctuation of fighting qi from Yang Tianling's body, they are even more sure of their thoughts.

"Child, I advise you, it's better to go back as soon as possible, this is the conscription office, not a place for you children to play at home!" Cheng Xiong said, laughing, and after listening to Cheng Xiong's words, the nobles in front of him all burst into laughter.

"Yes, kid, you better go back, this is not a place to play!" Some nobles felt funny when they saw Yang Tianling's clothes and height, so they echoed Cheng Xiong's words and said.

In the face of everyone's ridicule, Yang Tianling didn't speak again, but after "humming", he didn't pay attention to everyone anymore, turned his head and continued to follow the team.

"Hey!" a commoner child dared to ignore himself, which was not only for Cheng Xiong, but also for many nobles on the scene, it was simply a shame.

Cheng Xiong spoke, took Yang Tianling's hand, and pulled Yang Tianling hard, "You turn me around!!"

Yang Tianling didn't use any force, and let the other party turn his body around.

"Oh, are you going to make a move?"

"Viscount Cheng Xiong, make a move, let the kid see how powerful our nobles are!"

Those aristocrats in front of the team, looking at Cheng Xiong and Yang Tianling, were coaxing like a lively one, and the tension that originally participated in the test seemed to have disappeared.

However, this was inadvertently thought about, and Cheng Xiong and Yang Tianling, the two protagonists of the commotion, did not know.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, you can get out of the way!"

"Well, what a self-righteous nobleman!" Yang Tianling thought to himself, just glanced at the other party lightly, ignored Cheng Xiong again, and then turned around and stood up again, "If it weren't for Aunt Yang and Master telling me to be patient in everything and not offend the nobles, I would have beaten you here a long time ago." ”。

"How dare you ignore me?!" Yang Tianling's reaction greatly angered the viscount named Cheng Xiong in front of him, in fact, Yang Tianling's reaction had already made most of the nobles present feel disgusted, as a nobleman, it was simply a shame to be ignored by civilians, jokes are jokes, the honor of nobles is not for fun.

"Ignore you, hmph, are you worthy?" Yang Tianling thought to himself, not speaking, but, at the same time, he felt a crisis from behind him.

It turned out that Cheng Xiong had already pulled out his one-handed long sword from his waist the moment Yang Tianling ignored him, and then slashed at Yang Tianling's head, for the nobles, it was nothing to die one or two civilians