Day 2.

Jiang Lang practiced on the martial arts training ground early in the morning, and Chen Yubo and others arrived one after another.

"Morning! Brother Jiang. ”

"Morning!"

"There's something I'd like to ask for your opinion. Jiang Lang hesitated.

"What's the matter, do you say?" Chen Yubo said curiously.

Jiang Lang looked at everyone, "Aren't Hou Cheng and Xiong Ping going to pick the camp? I want to strike first, don't wait for them to pick, let's pick them, what do you think?"

"What? Shall we go to the camp?"

Chen Yubo and the others looked incredible, as if they had heard a big joke.

"I thought about it last night, since the selection of battalions has not been written into the military regulations of the Long Xiang Army, then there are no rules, who stipulates that only others are allowed to pick our battalions, and we are not allowed to pick their battalions? Don't you want to take a breath and teach them a lesson?"

Jiang Lang's words made Chen Yubo fall into deep thought, is this idea really feasible?

"Hou Cheng and Xiong Ping are a ninth-order martial artist and an eighth-order martial artist, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop it. Chen Yubo said helplessly.

"Brother Chen, I think Brother Jiang Lang can stop Hou Cheng!"

Gan Changye was late, and when he heard Chen Yubo's words, he already understood what was going on in his heart, and immediately said.

Chen Yubo glanced at Jiang Lang in surprise, Chen Yubo didn't see the scene of Jiang Lang defeating Liu Wuban, he just heard how powerful Jiang Lang was, but he didn't think that Jiang Lang could block Hou Cheng of the ninth-order martial artist.

Jiang Lang patted Chen Yubo's shoulder and said with a smile: "I mean the same thing, Hou Cheng I believe I can block it, but I can't guarantee that I can win, besides, we are not going to pick the two centurions of them at the same time, we can pick Xiong Ping first, and then pick Hou Cheng." What do you say?"

Chen Yubo's eyes lit up, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't see the situation clearly, yes, we can pick one by one, there is no need to pick together!

"Yes, instead of waiting to be humiliated, let's fight it, even if we lose, we won't regret it!"

Someone shouted, everyone is a seed brother, no matter how bad it is, it is also the descendant of the lord of a city, where has he been so angry, Jiang Lang has said this, and if he doesn't support these people, he can't say it.

"Since that's the case, then Xiong Ping is easier to do here, Xiong Ping's eighth-order martial artist, the most powerful under his hands, is also a seventh-order martial artist, we can fight together! Two wins in three games, Brother Jiang, you just need to block Xiong Ping, I should be able to defeat a seventh-order martial artist, then who will fight against the other? This person must be able to defeat the seventh-order martial artist!" Chen Yubo had already begun to analyze the situation between the two sides.

Chen Yubo looked at everyone, and suddenly had a toothache, most of these people from the place were fifth-order martial artists, and the children of these families in the imperial city, although there were a few sixth-order martial artists, but to say that they could defeat seventh-order martial artists, I am afraid it was impossible.

"Second brother, why don't I come?" Mu Yue walked out, "My strength, you know. ”

"Are you okay?, you're only a sixth-order martial artist!" one of the generals said suspiciously.

"No, big brother, I still have a choice. Jiang Lang rejected Mu Yue's proposal and looked at everyone, "Have you forgotten that our eleventh army has two commanders?"

"You mean Liu Wuban?"

Now it's everyone's turn to have a toothache, and Liu Wuji, this kid, looks down on us! Besides, our relationship is so bad, Liu Wuban is willing to help us? This possibility is very small!

"I know Liu Wuji's strength, he still doesn't care about a seventh-order martial artist, after all, this is for all of us, I believe that he is willing to make a move. ”

"Then who is going to say?" Gan Changye asked, seeing everyone looking at him, Gan Changye was anxious, and said, "Let's say okay first, anyway, if I don't go, I can't pull this face." ”

Chen Yubo thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I'll go talk about it." ”

"Let's be together!" Jiang Lang said.

Jiang Lang and Chen Yubo came to Liu Wuban's residence and gently slammed the door.

"Who?"

"Liu Wuban, it's me, Jiang Lang, I have something to discuss with you with Chen Yubo. Jiang Lang replied.

Liu Wujian in the room was silent for a moment and said, "Wait a minute." ”

After Liu Wuban opened the door, Jiang Lang found that Liu Wuban's forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and his face was red, as if he was exhausted.

"Are you alright?" Jiang Lang asked.

Liu Wujian took a deep breath, calmed down his true anger, and said, "I'm fine, are you here?"

"The two centurions of the first army and the second army came to our eleventh army to pick a camp, Brother Jiang discussed it with us, and decided to take the initiative to attack, we went to pick them, now it is me and Brother Jiang, there are not enough manpower, so I came to you..."

Before Chen Yubo finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Wuji, "I'm not interested!" After speaking, he was about to close the door.

Jiang Lang stopped Liu Wuban, and he was also a little helpless in his heart, Jiang Lang also saw that Liu Wuban was not looking down on everyone, but this person was born like this, and he was indifferent to everyone, such a person, but he had a fanaticism in his bones about practicing martial arts and cultivating gods. In Jiang Lang's opinion, Liu Wuban's strength is not weaker than his own, if it weren't for the Teng Snake bloodline, he would also be in Liu Wuban's way.

"Brother Liu, listen to me, we are a collective, we must unite, and we need you!" Jiang Lang said sincerely.

Liu Wuji glanced at Jiang Lang in surprise, "You are very strong, you can't solve it?"

"A ninth-order martial artist, an eighth-order martial artist, what do you say?" Jiang Lang said.

"Ninth Order Martial Artist, I can't beat it either. Liu Wujian thought for a while and said.

Jiang Lang and Chen Yubo glanced at each other, Liu Wujian agreed!

"It's okay, the ninth-order martial artist Brother Jiang is here to block it, the two of us only need to defeat the seventh-order martial artist, and we will win!" Chen Yubo hurriedly said.

Liu Wujian heard Chen Yubo's words and looked at Jiang Lang carefully, "You really have this strength!"

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"Centurion, no! no!"

In the second army of the Long Xiang Army, a sergeant hurriedly ran to Xiong Ping to report.

Xiong Ping was discussing the training plan with the other nine centurions, when he was suddenly interrupted, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart, "What are you panicking about!

"Those noble soldiers of the Eleventh Army have come to pick our battalion!"

What the?

Xiong Ping and the others felt that they had misheard, that the 11th Army had come to pick the battalion? Isn't this nonsense? It has always been only the old man who picks the battalion of the newcomers, and the strong one picks the weak, when did it turn around?

"Let's go, let's see. ”

Xiong Ping and the others walked out of the conference hall, followed the sergeant who led the way, and came to the training ground of the Second Army, and saw this group of people from the Eleventh Army from afar.

"What are you doing here?" confirmed Xiong Ping.

"We're here to pick up camp!"

Led by Jiang Lang, Chen Yubo, and Liu Wuban, before they could speak, Gan Changye behind him couldn't wait to jump out, since Gan Changye entered the Longxiang Army, he was the most active, and he was everywhere.

"Oh, are you sure?"

A playful smile appeared at the corner of Xiong Ping's mouth.

"Why, can't you?" Jiang Lang asked rhetorically.

"Courage is commendable!"

"Then try!"

Jiang Lang's unkind words made Xiong Ping's face a little unbearable, Xiong Ping's corner of his eyes had already found that the other centurions beside him were secretly laughing, although Xiong Ping was the first centurion of the Second Army, but there were many people who disobeyed him, and the second centurion Wang Zheng had been disagreeing with Xiong Ping, just waiting to see Xiong Ping's jokes.

"Yo, is it so lively?"

Suddenly, a joking voice came, "Wouldn't it be a pity to have this once-in-a-century scene without me?"

Hou Cheng!

Jiang Lang didn't need to look back to hear that it was Hou Cheng's voice, this Hou Cheng was so well-informed, and he hadn't started yet, this guy heard the wind!

"Do you want to pick a camp?" Hou Cheng pretended to be surprised, "Look at you, you should notify me of the camp! After all, if you want to pick your camp, I and Centurion Xiong Ping jointly decided, and I am not the one to retreat, okay, don't you want to pick a camp? Come on!"

Hou Cheng's words made everyone stunned, is there such a shameless person? Even the other ordinary sergeants despised Hou Cheng's approach.

"Do you want to be embarrassed?

"Don't fight, don't roll, wait for tomorrow when we come to the camp!" Hou Cheng said impatiently.

Suddenly, the crowd was excited, the angry scolding continued, and Hou Chengcheng turned a deaf ear as if he couldn't hear it at all.

Jiang Lang waved his hand to stop everyone's angry scolding, in fact, Jiang Lang also had a fire in his heart, this Hou Cheng was deceiving people too much.

"Okay! Fight! Why don't you fight! My 11th Army, I'll teach you how to respect others!" Jiang Lang shouted.

The others thought that Jiang Lang was leaving, such a scene would not be able to fight at all, and the countermeasures discussed before would not be used, but Jiang Lang's categorical words gave the brothers of the Eleventh Army enough to cheer up!

"Fight! Fight with them!"

"Yes!

Bang Bang Bang!

Hou Cheng applauded and said with a smile: "It's good, of course it's good to have blood, but don't forget, I'm a ninth-order martial artist! But I can give you a chance, one-on-one, there are only four people on our side, I don't care how many of you are out, defeat two of us, count you as a winner, how about it?"

Jiang Lang looked at Chen Yubo and Liu Wuban, and Chen Yubo nodded slightly at Jiang Lang.

"Okay! I promised!"

"In that case, I'll tell you about our face. ”

"I, Hou Cheng, have one of my subordinates, Li Nian, a seventh-order martial artist!" Hou Cheng said.

Xiong Ping saw that Hou Cheng's face was almost the strongest under Hou Cheng, Xiong Ping shook his head and shouted, "Qingshan!"

"Here!"

"On our side, you and I will fight!"

"Yes!"

The chief sent by Xiong Ping was a chief who had just been promoted to a seventh-order martial artist, Hou Cheng glanced at Xiong Ping suspiciously, thought about it slightly, and understood Xiong Ping's thoughts, Hou Cheng said to Jiang Lang and the others: "I didn't release water on my side, and Xiong Ping Centurion didn't send the strongest chief under him, even if it is compensation for you!"

"How are we going to fight?" Chen Yubo whispered.

"Hou make a deal for me, as for Xiong Ping..."

"I'm coming!" Liu Wuji, who had not spoken, said suddenly.

"Then the other two seventh-order martial artists, one will be handed over to you, and the other will be handed over to my eldest brother Mu Yue!" Jiang Lang thought about it, and let Mu Yue carry it.

"Okay?" Chen Yubo was a little skeptical.

"Sure!" Jiang Lang believes in Mu Yue's strength, although Mu Yue is a sixth-order martial artist, but Mu Yue has the Soul Suppression Bell, and now he can urge it, and he will definitely be able to win a game.