Witnessing Zhang Xiangbei protecting the two young stand-ins behind him, the stand-ins in the tower fell into chaos.

Which of them wasn't Zhang Xiangbei's fan brother in the first place?

Who of them has never been proud of Zhang Xiangbei?

After several years of stumbling, they betrayed their original intentions.

Especially when Zhang Xiangbei became an obstacle to their self-worth, their hearts were divided.

Bang dang.

There was a stand-in, and he threw down the Beimang knife.

His expression was complex, emotional and confused.

He trembled and said, "I can't, draw a knife against Zhang Xiangbei." ”

Once, Zhang Xiangbei was a light that guided the direction of life, an idol, and a symbol in his body and mind.

He knows Zhang Xiangbei.

I don't know.

When Zhang Xiangbei explained why he didn't need a stand-in, and protected two immature young stand-ins behind him, several of them were ashamed.

Huaxia needs Zhang Xiangbei.

But they don't need Zhang Xiangbei, who is just to enjoy flowers and applause, just to make a name for himself.

Zhang Xiangbei doesn't need any of these either.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Ruoyu's eyes calmly stared at the stand-ins who were about to defect: "Pick up the knife." ”

"Zhang Xiangbei will never be afraid of battle."

When the stand-ins heard this, they retreated to the side with gloomy faces, as if they were lambs to be slaughtered, and they had no fighting spirit.

"Don't you want to compete with your former idols?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned, squinted and said. "You must know that this may be your only chance in this life."

"Don't worry, I'll stop at the moment." Zhang Ruoyu persuaded with all his heart.

But the more he persuaded, the more self-conscious those stand-ins became.

For their own selfish interests, for the sake of their inner desires, they have just drawn their swords against each other.

In the stinky ditch, there is still the peace and blessing they asked for for Zhang Xiangbei!

Except for the number one stand-in.

He's not like the young stand-ins.

When he became a stand-in, Zhang Xiangbei was only a new army in Beimang.

Although he has begun to appear as a king, Zhang Xiangbei at that time was neither famous nor world-famous.

He didn't even know why the military wanted to use himself as a stand-in for a new recruit.

The No. 1 stand-in witnessed Zhang Xiangbei's growth and rise.

Even in order to have a deeper understanding, at a certain award ceremony of Zhang Xiangbei, the general once brought a stand-in over and observed it from afar.

Isn't the No. 1 stand-in a fighter with extremely high talent?

Why is he Zhang Xiangbei.

And he is not even qualified to be the shadow of Zhang Xiangbei?

Today, he must give an explanation for his eight years of dedication.

The number one stand-in did it.

He moved violently and drew his sword.

The Beimang Sword bloomed with a cold cold light in the air.

Zhang Ruoyu raised the knife slightly and took the knife as a stand-in.

"Yes, the blade is calm, and the shot is fast and accurate." Zhang Ruoyu actually admired this No. 1 stand-in a little. "Even in Beimang, you can make a name for yourself."

Sonor!

Zhang Ruoyu slashed out with his backhand.

The number one stand-in is very steady.

But the tiger's mouth oozed blood.

Half of his arm, also trembling violently.

The figure took two steps back, his eyes full of horror.

He couldn't imagine that Zhang Xiangbei had such terrifying explosive power with a knife in his hand.

And he seems to have no murderous intentions, as he himself said, and the point stops.

After a few stabs, the No. 1 stand-in was no longer able to hold the knife, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

"Why?" The stand-in's lips were purple and his eyes were confused. "I spend a lot of time practicing every day, and I must be practicing harder and more focused than you."

"Maybe it's talent."

The number one stand-in froze, as if struck by lightning.

Practicing knives requires talent.

To become Zhang Xiangbei, talent may also be needed.

Obviously, he didn't.

I don't even have the talent to be a shadow or a stand-in.

Zhang Ruoyu walked to the gate and raised his hand to push the door open.

"After so many years as a stand-in, I don't want you to work in vain."

The door slowly opened.

The thousands of troops on the school field were instantly exposed to the eyes of all stand-ins.

"Go out and be Zhang Xiangbei once, it's okay to give Beimang military training and training, give orders, and you can have a good time." Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes glanced at the stand-in. "On that high platform on the school grounds, there are the flowers and applause you crave."

When the No. 1 stand-in walked up to the high platform step by step and overlooked the Beimang Army under the gaze of the Beimang Army, who swallowed mountains and rivers.

He was at a loss.

Under the stage, stood the famous Beimang Army.

And he is like a willow in the wind, crumbling.

He stood on the stage filled with flowers and applause.

Even if it is Zhang Xiangbei's comeback ceremony half a year later, the specifications are nothing more than that, right?

He looked at the resolute and powerful faces of the Beimang Army in the audience.

The spirit of the dragon and the tiger.

Stand-in One's throat was knotted, and his limbs were as stiff as petrified.

It was hard to even swallow saliva, not to mention giving orders for Zhang Xiangbei.

Even, in the eyes of the No. 1 stand-in, the high-spirited Beimang Army in the audience casually ordered to shout out a column, and they were more like Zhang Xiangbei than him, more qualified, and became Zhang Xiangbei.

"Beimang Army, long live!"

Syllable.

The number one stand-in saluted, shedding tears of guilt and remorse.

He had never known about the Northern Mang.

I have never really understood Zhang Xiangbei.

Zhang Ruoyu pushed and pulled the obscure stand-ins and brought them to the high platform.

Bang Bang Bang!

Thousands of Beimang troops in the audience saluted one after another.

Looking feverishly at the high platform, the legend of Beimang.

"Did someone tell you that Zhang Xiangbei would come back after half a year?" Although Zhang Ruoyu was wearing casual clothes, he could stand next to this group of stand-ins, showing his majesty. "If I tell you that Zhang Xiangbei will come back in five months, he will come back from the dead."

"Do you believe rumors, or do you believe me?"