One night passed, and the murderers and Confucian disciples were all sent back to their original forces.

Li Wuya wanted to let Tang Ran and Tie Yun go back with him, but the two said that there was an arrangement, and they would no longer force it.

Watching the two groups cover each other and disappear in the eyes of everyone, the reverse path also relaxed.

Saving the lives of so many people without saying a word may be the duty of the special combat team itself.

Wordless and righteous.

In this special emotional package, Li Wuya turned around first.

The corner of his eye swept the white clouds in the sky, and he hit the boundless yellow sand head-on.

Then he turned around neatly, and then the formation like a knife and axe was successfully formed.

Then the action did not stop, and as the captain took the first step, a silent and wordless run began.

I really don't know how the mission is, and the grasp of success or failure is nonsense.

All they knew was that there was already a small circle of light on their map, and that their mission was there.

There have been several calculations and several provocations.

There were also a couple of times that objectively led the reverse path into danger, and a trip to Ghoul Hill that was definitely not friendly.

Some accounts are not counted or not, and some things are not forgotten if they are not said.

He once made concessions for the great era, and flashed a part of the time for the mountains and rivers barriers.

After many reasons and the pain of hunting, he returned to the Shenlong headquarters.

But the imaginary Netherworld is an eye for an eye, and instead of coming to the team for the first time, he observes the one-hit kill.

Later, due to the pursuit of the two killers and the crash, it had to be delayed until now.

But now that the heights are different, it's time to cut off the carrion, as the coldest knife.

The patient's sobriety may be an objective attack on his body, and the patient's persistence may only be cooperative.

The fire in my heart has reached the edge of my mouth, and it burns uncomfortably.

That is anger, that is the highest betrayal of life.

You don't have a brain, you're still jumping around.

You've betrayed, you've lost your organization, you've lost your faith, you're still running around here.

I don't have that mouth anymore, and I'm still sowing discord everywhere, full of.

This may also be the root cause of the fire in my heart.

It's so simple, who doesn't know.

But who knows this kind of thing, and who wants to say it.

Isn't that a cold silence? Isn't it the testimony of the swift rush between the yellow sands?

Behold, thou art carefully watched.

If you have reached the third-order realm, the lamp is high in the sky, and you look down on the earth, then you will see it at a glance.

Between the sandbags that are thousands of miles around, the small piece of fast-moving black, is so unstoppable.

It is the beauty of cold and chilling, not the romantic beauty of a white-faced scholar, or the calm beauty of a veteran in the killing field.

If I had to come up with a name, I would like to be quiet and beautiful.

Quiet, so the wind and thunder do not move, the wind and snow do not invade.

It's like that, moving at a constant pace, occasionally making a few turns around a few hills of varying heights.

Sometimes it is hidden in a sea of yellow sand, but after a while, it comes out of a corner at a steady speed.

Listening to the clouds is as if the rustle of their steps on the sand also clearly falls into the memories and experiences of every life.

One person in front of them and one person behind them take on the strongest defense role, and clear the traces to remove the block.

The formation between them is never fixed, and from time to time they will separate but not far away.

Under the cover of each other, they will be re-attached before they know it.

All of this is quietly going on in motion, and the figures of the counterparts are constantly changing.

In this way, the team members are familiar with each position, and the cause and effect is that both individual soldiers and groups can play an extraordinary role in cooperation.

Not only does it have an effective prevention of raids that are prone to occur at any time, but it can also play an immediate role in various sudden events.

On these points, I have to say that this is not the same as in the past.

If you want to train a particularly good team in a short period of time, maybe it is to let the players be tempered to a certain extent.

What is the definition of grinding? It's vague.

It's about learning, it's about all kinds of facts, experiences and yin and yang.

Trials are painful, they are cruel, and they cannot be looked at directly.

Just like a good knife, if you want to build it, you must have a hands-on master.

After the drawing of forgetting to sleep and eat, the slightest analysis can not be wrong.

After constantly roasting the iron on the fire, it melts it in the reshaping of the real body.

I am waiting for it to cool down slowly.

In the back, add a knife handle, cutting edge, handle angle adjustment, etc.

During this time, you may break several pieces of iron, or you may succeed in one attempt.

This is the real grinding, the real running-in.

Learn to build the spirit and run in the wolf smoke of the battlefield beacon.

For a continent and a country, there are often only one or two sharp knives in their hands.

There are thousands of people in the world, who is the sure son of destiny?

The red flag behind every hero is not the color of blood, and which martyr covers his body that is not the color of blood?

Qingshan is full of buried bones, why bother the beacon family.

Once some knives are broken, a country or even a continent may be destroyed by earth-shaking destruction.

Conversely, a single sword forge may also cause a continent to be reborn from destruction.

This is the grind, the streamer that no one dares to touch.

A fleeting crisis can take away the life of tens of millions of people in the world, the hope that no one dares to touch.

This is the truth, the dumb truth.

But how many people don't know these and rush to hone their skills.

Some have been rebuilt hundreds of times, but they still don't understand the final right and wrong, and just want to be completed.

Some were originally a piece of scrap metal with pots and pots, but they had to build a peerless weapon.

There is even more, it has already been completed, but it has been placed on the shelf, and it has long been covered with dust, and the decay of the whole body is visible to the naked eye.

Some are invited to fight the world as soon as they are baked, some are still groveling in the year of not being confused, and some are still looking forward to the end of the year.

Countless people are being honed in the fire pit.

Angels are laughing in twisted wildness, demons are screaming hoarsely.

But the poor, the helpless, the pathetic, the motivated, the industrious, the ridiculous, never heard.

They never made knives, they never melted, they just kept struggling in flames.

Those people go to work every day with their heads down, go home from work on time to accompany their wives and children, and sometimes go out to eat a good meal with three or two friends, which is the easiest test paper to hone.

Of course, it is also the happiest.

But this kind of test paper of heaven and earth, who can dodge, and who dares to be opportunistic?

Check it out.

The subordinates who were pointed at their noses and scolded by their superiors lived in a nest.

Because of love betrayal, after the East Window incident, the unbelievable sadness and helplessness.

That friend who turned against him and scolded him because of the matter of three or five yuan.

What is Heavenly Friendship? What is Avenue 49?

The world is a forge, and everyone is a forger.

Create people, create souls, create bones, create products, create hearts, and create gods.

One by one, one by one, these are all the kiss marks of their respective divine soldiers.

It is possible that some of the dragon suits have already grown, and some of the children of destiny are still shrinking.

I don't know if that hope can be amplified, but of course their training never stops, and that's enough.

They are the least likely to become central, and the reversible path is just right.

The hope may be small, but it is enough.