Ah Fei returned to Fuber's yard and lay in his house, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Although the words of the host are somewhat strange...

However, Ah Fei's heart, for some reason, hurts.

"Ji Fei... Ji Fei—" He muttered his name, thinking in his heart, and vague pictures seemed to appear in his mind.

This night, Ah Fei slept very unsteadily.

On this night, in the Qingying Garden, the lights were bright all night.

On the second day, Ji Fei had just gotten up from bed, and after washing up, he began to walk out of Fubo's courtyard.

He raised his head, looking stunned, looking at Han Wu who came on the thick snow.

"Master, why are you here?" a smile appeared on Ah Fei's honest face.

Han Wu glanced at him and said with a slight smile, "Today is the day you leave and go to the battlefield with my brother...... I'm here to see you off. ”

Ah Fei glanced at her, and it seemed that her eyes were slightly red and swollen.

"This is the armor I sewed for you, try it and see if it fits?"

"Hmm. ”

Ji Fei put on the armor, and the armor was bright red, like blood.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes, put on the armor that Han Wu sewed for him, and suddenly his whole person's momentum also changed.

Tall and burly, his eyes are like torches, and he is bright.

Seeing this, Han Wu showed a slightly satisfied look in his eyes.

"As I said, if you were in the world, you would be a great general!"

Ah Fei nodded, tied a red cloak to Zuihou, and suddenly the whole person was majestic, very heroic and mighty.

Han Wu carefully straddled the Qingwu sword given to Ah Fei on his waist, and then handed the Xuanyuan spear to Ah Fei.

"The battlefield is not the same as hunting in the past, you have to pay attention to yourself, be cautious, and do not be reckless and impulsive. ”

Han Wu stretched out his hand and gently patted Ah Fei's battle armor, a smile on his face.

"I hope you, worship the marquis, you will be ...... in the future" Han Wu looked at the stupid Ah Fei and suddenly smiled.

Looking at this scene, Ah Fei's heart moved, this smiling face was so familiar, as if he had seen it.

Woo--the horn sounded mournfully, and the house slaves of the Han family rushed towards the square of the Han Mansion.

Yesterday, they were already informed.

Ah Fei looked at Han Wu all night and said, "Master, then I'll go-"

With that, Ah Fei held the Xuanyuan spear, turned around and left with the sword.

Han Wu looked at Ah Fei's departing figure, and suddenly, she seemed to feel that something was going to leave her at this moment.

"Will you ever come back? Nine-five-twenty-seven?"

"When Zaijian, was it Ah Fei or Ji Fei?"

.........

In the square of Hanfu, more than 10,000 domestic slaves gathered.

Han Ying stood straight on the platform, quietly looking at Ah Fei who stepped step by step.

A smile welled up on his face.

"Okay, big husband, it is a great blessing to establish a supreme meritorious service and return to a beautiful woman, and life is short!"

Ji Fei stepped on the stage, Han Ying looked at his eyes, and was suddenly stunned.

From these eyes, he seemed to see a trace of the spirit unique to princely generals.

If his gaze was like a torch before, now he is fierce.

"Slaves of my Han family, today I have chosen a commander for you, he is Nine-Five-Twenty-Seven! But from today on, he has his name, Ji Fei!"

"Raise the flag—"

With a high-pitched singing voice, a pennant floated slowly, embroidered with a big "auspicious".

In the distance, Han Wu's eyes looked at Ji Fei's figure, and tears fell like rain in an instant.

Ji Fei seemed to be aware of it, and looked in this direction, but it was empty.

He took a breath, his anger sank into the dantian, and then his voice was like a bell, and his eyes swept over the tens of thousands of house slaves below.

"But anyone is not convinced?"

"I'm not convinced-" It was a strong man who spoke, he looked at Ji Fei coldly, and then bowed to Han Ying and said, "Three young people--he is just a small low-level house slave, why should he be the commander of our group?!"

"Yes, we're not convinced!" shouted even when someone shouted.

"If you don't accept it, come up with a sword!" Ah Fei said coldly, and the breath on his body couldn't help but become a little more solemn.

A terrifying aura of a Jindan period monk lingered in the void......

They are just the house slaves of the Han Mansion, how high can their cultivation be, and the aura on Ji Fei's body unconsciously emanated, which immediately made the bodies of everyone in the field tremble, and cold sweat broke out.

In front of Ji Fei, their liliang was as if a stream was facing the sea.

"Do you understand?" Ji Fei said coldly.

He looked at all this, and suddenly, he remembered a lot.

About Xiuzhen, about the cruel law that is unique to this shijie.

At this moment, the same feeling lingered in Ji Fei's heart, the strong can have a chance to live.

Unconsciously, the veins in his body involuntarily worked.

With a bang, the Qingwu sword in Ji Fei's hand was unsheathed, he waved his big hand, pointed forward, and shouted: "The army is set off, and the lonely mansion is flattened!"

The world is really unpredictable.

In the past, Ji Fei was still a guest in the Lonely Mansion, but now he wants to lead a large army to kill the Lonely Mansion.

With Ji Fei's shout, the crowd began to slowly surge, stepping towards the teleportation array.

Soon after, all the people disappeared from the place.

Han Ying glanced at Ji Fei, "I really didn't see the wrong person!"

He hahadaxiao stepped into the teleportation array.

Ji Fei looked at him thoughtfully, and then stepped into the teleportation array.

When he reappeared, it was already south of the Forbidden City.

Han Ying was in front of him and smiled at him: "Ji Shuai, my father wants you to lead the house slaves of my Han Mansion to charge the forbidden city!"

When Ji Fei heard this, he was silent, but with a snort, he pulled out the Qingwu Sword.

"Princely generals, would you rather have a kind?"

The crowd fell silent, and no one made a sound.

At this moment, Ji Fei said again: "To establish a supreme meritorious service, you can not only get rid of slavery, but also worship the prime minister and establish an immortal prestige!"

"Everybody's rushing with me—"

After that, Ji Fei picked up the Xuanyuan gun in his hand, took the lead, and attacked the forbidden city.

When everyone saw this, they immediately looked shocked, and then gritted their teeth and rushed forward with Ji Fei.

"Such a humble life, enough! Everyone kill-" Everyone shouted in unison, and rushed forward behind Ji Fei.

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

The sound of the battle shook the sky, and immediately surprised several old ghosts who were in a stalemate in the void.

At this moment, in the void outside the forbidden city, a prohibition appeared, and a talisman scroll floated inside, and what was forbidden inside was nothing else, it was the earth spirit liquid.

Because it is difficult to compromise, the spiritual liquid of this earth is now imprisoned by the powers.

Several people must work together, otherwise, this prohibition will collapse and destroy the rune scroll directly!

Around this prohibition, sitting cross-legged in the void, it was a few great powers who had sniped Ji Fei before.

At this time, Lonely Yi sneered at Han Mo: "Old ghost Han, even the slaves of your Han family have been exchanged, it seems that your Han family is not good after all!"

Han Mo looked down and saw that these house slaves were like a sharp blade, rampage, like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely at the gate of the forbidden city.

"What?" Lonely looked down with a startled look in his eyes.

When he looked at Shuai Qi, his eyes couldn't help but move, and said, "It's actually an auspicious word, is this a coincidence?"

The other powers also looked moved, and then they all looked at the red-armored and extremely coquettish handsome man who was in front of him.

I saw that he was holding a silver gun tightly in his hand, and with one shot, he swept through thousands of troops, killing and wounding countless people.

This army of house slaves has passed through the demon beasts and the rain of arrows, and has already stormed the gate of the forbidden city at this moment.

I saw the red-robed general, with the blood sword in his right hand into the sheath, and then without saying a word, he slashed the Xuanyuan spear in his hand towards the gate of the forbidden city.

There was a bang, and there was a loud bang above the huge stone door.

Seeing this, Han Mo's eyes couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's actually your Han family's murder weapon, Xuanyuan Gun?!" Bai Shixiong sneered, "I didn't expect that among the Han family's house slaves, there would be such a handsome man!"

Lonely was defeated, and snorted coldly: "If the old man is not mistaken, it is Ji Fei!"

Immediately, there was a dead silence here, and all the powerful people looked at Han Mo with a look of astonishment.

Han Mo smiled bitterly and said, "Fellow Daoists, I don't know anything below, otherwise, will I still die with you here?"

He was right.

"However, what is the situation? For more than three months, how could this son come to my Han family and become a house slave?" Han Mo was also puzzled.

His eyes flickered, and his body immediately turned like lightning, and he flew towards the head of the forbidden city.

"Stop him!"

Seeing this, the Xuantie sword in his hand immediately slashed towards Han Mo fiercely.

"He wants to control this son, and when the time comes, if he gets the dark dagger, I'm afraid the earth spirit liquid will be dangerous!"

Everyone started together, Han Mo hahadaxiao, the halberd in his hand, swept through the void, his body was like electricity, and he rushed towards Ji Fei.

In the void, a big claw poked down and grabbed Ji Fei!

At this moment, he was slashing the flying arrows with the lightly dancing sword in his right hand, and slashing the city gate with the Xuanyuan spear in his left hand.

Countless monks are rushing towards the city at this moment!

Tens of thousands of house slaves, in an instant, were swallowed up by the crowd and swallowed up nine-tenths.

The big war was very tragic.