"Jiang Cheng is actually dead?"

The people of the Third and Fourth Legions were also confused.

"He's dead, doesn't that mean that the Tianle Army has no boss again?"

After a brief moment of stunnedness, the crowd erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

"Hahaha, you deserve it!"

"Whoever made him so arrogant, this is what he deserved!"

"Without him as the coach, Tianle Army is back to normal."

"That's right, we don't need that kind of manager!"

There's no way, last time Brother Cheng shot at the Fourth Legion, these two legions only have hatred and anger towards him now, and naturally they don't have a good impression.

"It's great news."

They did not have the sadness of their comrades after the death of the battle, but they were elated one by one.

"And Ling Hou and the others are also dead!"

"The seven stubborn diseases of the Tianle Army have also been eliminated."

"I found out that Coach Jiang still did something good, at least with those seven people to be buried together."

"Hahaha, just for that, we should remember him too."

"Still, that bet is about ......"

"Needless to say, they're all dead, and it's clear that we're winning!"

"From now on, the Sky Wolf Banner is ours, and we are the Sky Wolf Legion!"

"As for the dog-headed Eighth Legion, it should have been wiped out, it's cheaper for them......"

"Tsk, it's a pity that their good equipment was also buried together."

It's a pity that they couldn't humiliate Jiang Cheng and the Eighth Legion in person.

It's a little unsatisfying.

And Xiang Li also couldn't hide the joy on his face.

For him, Jiang Cheng died, Ling Hou died, and the gambling contract was won, and the three joys were coming.

"Someone!"

"Celestial Wolf Banner, please!"

The two flags, one wolf and one dog, had been floating in the open space in front of the fortress since the day of the appointment.

"From today onwards, when the other legions of the Tianle Army see our Heavenly Wolf Legion, they will bow their heads and express their respect......"

"What Celestial Wolf Legion?"

A voice tinged with banter and languidness came from far away in the sky.

"Who?"

Everyone looked up, who was it not Jiang Cheng?

And he was followed by Songyan, Meng Chun, Chi Ling, and the more than 6,000 people of the Eighth Legion.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the three legions of the fifth, sixth, and seventh legions below all straightened.

Are they still alive?

Impossible!

At that time, the Turbidity Demon obviously counterattacked, and Ling Hou and the others all died so simply.

How could the Eighth Army, which remained in place, remain intact?

And how could Jiang Cheng still be alive?

"You're still alive?"

Xiang Li's face sank.

In addition to being disappointed, he was a little annoyed that the two commanders just now were talking nonsense.

At this time, Jiang Cheng also flew down.

The January period is coming soon, and of course he's going to be back.

"yes, you can't die if you want to, it's too annoying."

This is actually true.

But in the ears of others, it is full of irony.

"Hmph, it's good to come back alive!"

Meng Lin, who hated Jiang Cheng the most, smiled coldly.

"Then I can hand over the doghead flag to you with my own hands!"

"I hope you, the so-called coach, don't end up and can't afford to lose."

The Eighth Legion behind Jiang Cheng heard a burst of laughter.

However, this brother pressed down with his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Isn't it too confident to just announce that you have won without even knowing our record?"

Meng Lin's chin lifted slightly.

Said lightly: "Do I need to ask about your records?" ”

The commanders of the Fourth Legion behind him couldn't wait to scoff, after all, it was the image they had been waiting for.

"By the way, do you have a record in the Eighth Legion?"

"Can you handle it?"

"If I were you, I'd be embarrassed to come back!"

"Amazing, amazing."

Brother Cheng clapped with a smile.

"It seems that you have gained a lot this time."

Xiang Li said lightly: "It's okay, it's barely enough to see." ”

Pretend to force this skill, and he will too.

Obviously, the third and fourth legions have overdrawn and played extraordinarily this time and have achieved unprecedented results, but it is an understatement.

Jiang Cheng is really interested.

"So how many Turbidity demons did you kill this time?"

Xiang Li didn't bother to answer in person.

Directly swept his gaze to the witness Yin Ping on the side.

"Just let him tell you."

Yin Ping, the head of the Shuai Mansion, glanced at Coach Jiang with a wry smile, this bet was made by yourself, you can't blame me.

"In this month, the Third and Fourth Legions killed a total of 230 first-order turbid demons."

"Fourth-order turbidity demons 42 heads!"

"The third-order turbidity demon has two ends!"

Every time he spoke, the soldiers of the two legions in the rear raised their heads a little higher, and their chests were pulled up a little more straight.

In the end, it all became nostrils looking at people.

Playing a record in a month that took hundreds of thousands of years to complete, they have enough reason to be proud.

And after Yin Ping's words fell, they were waiting for the shocked reactions of the other legions around them, waiting for the Eighth Legion to wail.

However, to their surprise, the reaction of the surrounding four legions was calm.

This record is also embarrassing to brag?

The Eighth Legion was speechless.

And the fifth, sixth, and seventh legions had seen the scene of dumplings falling down like dumplings under the turbidity demons in the sky at that time.

I've been doubting life for a long time.

For Xiang Li and others' ordinary achievements, it is really difficult to be shocked again.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng is still quite popular.

"Rare!"

The brother applauded again.

"Is this the result of your full efforts?"

Xiang Li continued to pretend.

"Normally, barely played part of the level of our two legions."

Jiang Cheng nodded approvingly.

"Indeed, if this kind of ordinary record is fully played, then your two legions will be a little stretched."

Xiang Li's eyes narrowed, why didn't this sound like a boast?

And Meng Lin on the side couldn't wait.

"Enough!"

"It's all come to this point, and you're still pretending to be bluffing?"

He snapped at the Eighth Legion.

"Hurry up and report your poor record!"

Jiang Cheng sighed a little sympathetically.

"There's no need to make any tragic comparisons, anyway, there are more than you, just announce that we won."

"What are you kidding?"

Meng Lin's spittle almost flew out.

"You think we're stupid? Want to fool that bet in such a ridiculous way? ”

The commanders and captains of the 3rd and 4th Army Corps in the rear also shouted.

"Do you want to lose it?"

"I was so arrogant and arrogant at the beginning, and now I want to finish the gamble with tears."

"Even if you don't kill any of the Turbid Demons, you have to have an explanation!"

"The time has come to witness which legion is the real waste!"

"The flag presentation ceremony of the Kobold Legion, everyone will wait and see, hahaha......"

They didn't notice the constipated expression on the face of the Songyan Supreme standing next to the Eighth Legion.

"Alright, we did lose."