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Warrior.

It's a term that makes summer a little throbbing.

Gao Fei was very surprised, and asked tentatively: "Lord Wang, there are many martial artists in the palace, has no one told you about the martial artists?"

Summer had heard about some warriors in the palace, but because of his status, no one talked to him about it.

In the books he read, there is no introduction to the warrior.

I don't know what is the difference between the warriors here and the Chinese warriors?

Summer simply pretended not to know: "This king has been studying in the library since he was a child, and he doesn't know much about martial arts!"

"I see!"

Gao Fei suddenly realized: "Lord Wang, a martial artist is a person who cultivates martial arts and cultivates internal strength. ”

Summer came to the interest completely: "Internal force?"

"Yes!

"What's the gas?"

"The inner family is really angry!"

Summer's eyes flashed: "Among the martial artists, what level is the second-rate at?"

Gao Fei thought about it for a while, and decided to popularize the common sense of martial artists to his prince: "Lord Wang, there are third-rate martial artists, the third-rate is the worst, the second-rate is in the middle, and the first-class is the strongest!"

"How can you tell the difference?"

"A third-rate martial artist, the cultivation of the true qi of the inner family, can defeat ten elite warriors in one breath, he is called a third-rate master in the rivers and lakes, and in the army, he can be a centurion!"

"A second-rate martial artist, a mouthful of true qi can fight hundreds of elite soldiers, he is called a second-rate master in the rivers and lakes, and in the army, he can at least be a thousand-commander!"

"A first-class martial artist, a mouthful of true qi can fight thousands of elite soldiers, in the army, he can be a general!"

Summer blinked: "Is a first-class martial artist the pinnacle of martial arts?"

Gao Fei shook his head: "Above the first-class masters, there is also a realm that martial artists yearn for, called the Grandmaster Realm, one person can defeat ten thousand armies, commonly known as ten thousand enemies!"

Summer's eyes lit up: "Does Great Xia have a grandmaster?"

Gao Fei shook his head: "There is one, hidden in the worship hall of the palace, named Long Rebellion!"

Summer was a little surprised, and muttered, "What an arrogant name!"

Gao Fei was also stunned: "Lord Wang, you know!"

A figure flashed in Summer's heart: "Is that the old eunuch?"

Goofy nodded: "That's him!"

"The old thing around His Majesty the Emperor!"

Summer was very puzzled: "Since he is a grandmaster who can defeat ten thousand people, why did he want to enter the palace as a eunuch?"

"Lord Wang, after he became a eunuch, he got an adventure in the palace and cultivated into the realm of the grandmaster!"

"How many grandmasters are there in this world?"

"Three!"

"Who are the other two?"

"Ouyang Poison, the national teacher of the Heavenly Wolf Empire, and Liu Yunyun, the king of the Fairy Country!"

A flash of brilliance flashed in Summer's eyes: "The only empress on that continent?"

"Yes!"

At this point, Summer finally got to know the warriors on this continent.

Gao Fei thought for a while: "Lord Wang, although you have not cultivated the true qi of the inner family, although you do not have that breath, you are born with divine power, proficient in stealth, concealment, and assassination techniques, and your combat power is at least comparable to that of a third-rate martial artist." ”

"No!"

"Those four third-rate killers are not your opponents, Lord Wang, you are at least comparable to second-rate martial artists!"

The corners of Summer's mouth hooked up a mysterious smile: "Is it comparable to second-rate?"

Goofy nodded vigorously to increase his persuasiveness: "Yes!"

"At least!"

Xia Junlang smiled: "How many rank martial artists are you?"

Gao Fei seriously stretched out three fingers: "Third-rate!"

"However, I am different from this group of third-rate killers, they practice the art of assassination, and I practice the art of battlefield killing!"

"Who else is a warrior in the guard camp?"

"Lu Shu, just like me, they are all third-rate martial artists!"

"What about the people from Sima Mansion?"

"That Sima Ge can't see through, it's very strong! The other guards are all third-rate masters!"

Then.

"Whoosh"

Lu Shu led the wounded soldiers to chase down the dock fort, and saluted with admiration in his eyes: "Lord Wang, as you said, no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of random arrows!"

"Now, only the leading female killer has escaped, shall we chase?"

The wounded soldiers looked at their prince with admiration!

Everything today is in the calculation of the prince, and there is no accident!

The reverence of the wounded soldiers for summer reached new heights.

Summer shook his head: "Poor Kou Mo chase!"

"The soldiers are not well injured, if they rush to pursue, it is easy to be broken by the enemy and be killed back!"

"Yes!"

Lu Shu turned around and ordered: "Clean up the battlefield and take back the crossbow arrows." ”

"Yes!"

The wounded soldiers rushed to the corpse with joy.

Cleaning up the battlefield means reaping the rewards.

These black-clad killers seem to be worth a lot of money, and they will definitely make a big gain.

But.

The pro-guard battalion has a new military rule: all seizures must be returned to the public.

Spoils of war cannot be embezzled.

Otherwise, military justice disposes!

Originally.

According to the military regulations of the Great Xia Army, all the strategic materials captured on the battlefield must be handed over, half of the gold and silver treasures must be handed over, and half of them should be kept for themselves.

However, since his own prince has made such a provision, there must be a reason to do so.

It must be very necessary!

Lord Wang, not a casual person.

Never greedy for the spoils of ink!

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