Seeing that Ji Ge's figure had disappeared in front of the gap at the end, Wu Qi let out a low sigh, stretched out his right hand, and pulled his five fingers back like a hook and his right arm.

And his lips twitched, and his mouth was silent.

Suddenly, a powerful suction force was born between his palms, and as the suction became stronger and stronger, the huge war crest that was originally embedded in the golden wall was "plucked" from the golden wall.

At this time, the seal battle pattern was much smaller than before, and it was just right for him to hold it in his hand.

Although the volume was several times smaller, the battle intent on the war paint did not weaken in the slightest, and after the baptism of the golden wall, the battle intent flowing out of it became more and more intense.

Wu Qi looked at the war pattern in his hand, pursed his lips, and looked solemn.

The reason why the Great Wall has stood for thousands of years, no matter where it comes from, is because of the war pattern in its own hands that is condensed by the soldiers of the three armies.

His left hand was lightly placed on top of his right hand and twisted lightly.

Immediately, the war pattern in his hand was twisted into powder by him, and he sprinkled it from the air.

And these golden war paint powders all fell back into their respective masters as if they had been endowed with spirituality.

After all the soldiers noticed that the fighting spirit had returned to their bodies, their expressions were for a while, and then the officers and soldiers of the three armies shouted in unison.

Its shout was like "thunder piercing the ears", and it resounded completely throughout the Great Wall.

"Da Qin, the wind rises!"

For a while, King Qin Guang, who had not been to the Great Wall for many years, was shocked.

Wu Qi saw that this figure slowly landed on the stands, and his expression was grim.

This spring hunt lasts for a month, and from today, that is, this hour in a month's time, it will be the moment to start again.

At that time, this time, with the addition of the three holy places including the song of the ministers, a total of fifty people in the three university palaces will hunt for spring, and I don't know how many people will be left to return, and I don't know how many people will be buried in other places.

He remembered that there was once a Spring Hunt, and one hundred and twenty-one Hao clan disciples set foot on that witch domain, only one of them returned.

That spring hunt can be said to be the most miserable trial in thousands of years.

After Wu Qi sat down again, there was an old man sitting next to him with a tattered armor and a greasy face, gnawing on a chicken leg.

"Wu Qi has seen the boundless predecessors. Wu Qi hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Okay, okay, in front of the officers and soldiers of the three armies, it's okay to be polite, after all, your position as a general is better than that of an old man like me

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The commander of the red armor and dragon is much larger. Wuya took a bite of chicken legs, waved his hand and said casually.

Wu Qi straightened up and smiled slightly, looking at the old man in front of him who was not confined to the subtleties, since he stepped on the Great Wall and joined the army, this old man was already the commander of the red-armored dragon army, and at that time he had heard his captain say that the old man was already on the Great Wall when he joined the army.

It's just that the old man's armor was not so tattered at that time, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were a few fewer than now.

Wu Qi hunched his waist and respectfully asked the Boundless Senior, "The Seniors are here specifically for the Song of the Ministers?"

Wuya glanced at him, nodded, and said without hesitation: "There is indeed part of the reason for this kid. ”

It occurred to me that I hadn't seen such a grand scene for a long time, and that I couldn't enjoy seeing it in the city, so I came down to take a closer look. ”

Wu Qi added a cup of tea to Wuya and pushed it in front of him.

Wuya glanced at him, and Wu Qi, the dignified Great Wall general in charge of a million-strong army, laughed dryly twice and said, "Senior, drink tea to nourish yourself." ”

Wuya glanced at him, picked up the cup and drank it all, and a cup of lightly fragrant tea made him drink the taste of spirits.

"The official is getting bigger and bigger, why is this guts getting smaller and smaller?" Wuya put down the cup heavily, and muttered earnestly.

"Seniors. Although you didn't admit it, there are many soldiers on the Great Wall who have speculated that Chen Ge is your disciple, and now that you are here, will you soon confirm the speculation that the master is supporting the student?" Wu Qi didn't want to talk about his timidity anymore, so he pretended to be unintentional and asked.

At this time, the officers and men of the three armies on the school martial arts field had almost dispersed.

Wuya glanced at the empty school martial arts field, and said with a somewhat lonely expression: "It doesn't matter if Chen Ge is my apprentice or not, and even whether he teaches his sword moves is also important to me, as long as he grows up, let people know that there is a bad old man like me behind him before he grows up." ”

"Those who plan to attack him like this should also think carefully about whether they can take my sword, or whether they can resist Lord Ning Ce's anger. ”

Speaking of this, the old man muttered to himself: "Don't look at this kid is going smoothly now, there are so many people who protect him, and he is even so majestic that he can throw him in public." ”

Wu Qi nodded when he heard this, rubbing his bearded chin, it was indeed a bit arrogant to do this.

"But don't you know, who will be the enemy after the song, Mo Shangsang, or Bai Luohua, or the young people of their generation?"

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Hearing this, Wu Qi's face was dazed, and this man with a somewhat honest temperament scratched his head and asked, "Isn't it?"

Wuya shook his head and said, "His enemies are these, but there are more than these, and even those. ”

Speaking of this, Wuya pointed to the top of his head and poured another sip of wine.

"This tea really has no taste, and it has faded out of the fucking bird. ”

After leaving such a sentence, Wuya walked away with his hands behind his back and scolding.

Wuya looked at the old man's back in the distance, frowned, recalled the words that the old man said just now, and used his mind outside the military book for the first time.

The boundless predecessor who was burdened with evil climbed to the top of the Great Wall alone, just a wall away, and he, a senior who was not a master, seemed powerless.

He watched the remnant sun on the other side of the Wu Clan's territory like fire, scorching the sky in the far west, and poured another sip of wine.

He hoped that in a month's time, he would be able to see Ji Ge appear safe and sound on the head of the Great Wall City.

At that time, it doesn't matter whether he does what he promised or not, it doesn't matter if he brings back the jade liquid elixir of the Wu clan to him.

He could be disappointed, but he couldn't disappoint Lord Xuanyuan anymore.

......

This is a desolate mountain in the witch domain, and the canopy seems to have been torn apart by someone with the cultivation of the heavens, and a crack dozens of zhang wide suddenly appeared on the canopy.

Then a number of figures fell from it, and then stood in the air to stabilize their figures.

It wasn't until the last black boy came out of the crack that the crack above the canopy slowly closed.

The black-armored boy was naturally Ji Ge who left from the Great Wall, and the first people to come out were the children of the Holy Land and the various school palaces.

As soon as Ji Ge stabilized his body in the air, two fierce ghost qi skills attacked him, one left and one right.

Ji Ge, who had long expected it, had a sword intent pouring out like a desecrated water, and then Ji Ge held it in the void, and a long sword with a pitch-black body was held in his hand.

"Mo Shangsang, I thought you could endure it a little longer, but I didn't expect you to still be so anxious. ”

Ji Ge gently swung out a sword, and the sword qi in the sky directly shattered the two ghost qi that came from the sneak attack and was wrapped in cold killing intent.

Ji Ge, who was holding the agarwood upside down in his right hand, had a solemn face, but he still said provocatively in his mouth.

This is the backbone of Xuanyuan's lineage, losing people does not lose the battle.

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