Chapter 1064 Chang'an Xinhou, Nine Elders of War

The humble and complimented Liu Feng, hearing the sonorous and powerful sound, his eardrums seemed to be trembling.

When he heard the four words "Shenwu Friendship", Liu Feng's eyes suddenly shrank, and there was a deep shock!

Liu Feng looked at the panicking battle axe again, and suddenly a bold and ridiculous idea appeared in his heart, but he quickly denied it!

"Dare you ask the elder, who is the person?"

While Liu Feng asked, his hands under his sleeves trembled constantly, and his chest was cold.

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Which country is the blessing, and which country’s disaster!

Chu Yue's eyes were so cold, she looked at Liu Feng sarcastically, raised her lips and said casually: "Chang'an Xinhou, the Ninth Elder of War, your grandfather Ye Chuyue is the same."

Suddenly!

The night waiting for slaughter on the border of Langya is no longer a deadly depression.

Especially the soldiers guarding the Langya City at the end of their power, no matter how many injuries they had on their bodies, they were all very excited and excited at this moment!

Mo Yan turned around and looked at the injured and disabled, excitedly hugging the heads of the injured and disabled, with tears in the corners of his bleeding eyes, and his mood was very complicated.

Liu Feng and the mighty general looked at each other and were shocked. Even if they had ten brains stacked together, they couldn't figure out why Ye Chuyue, who should have died in the demon tomb, had become the ninth elder of Lao Shizi?

There is also the Suzaku Holy Beast as a mount, but it is really hard to understand.

Liu Feng's lips were trembling, but he couldn't speak, and his face was so pale.

The Sunset Army behind the two lost their fighting spirit and high morale.

After all, the person who made his military advisor nod and bowed was Ye Chuyue from Shenwu Chang'an...

"How could Ye Chuyue be the elder of the War Academy?"

Liu Feng smiled grimly and spoke coldly.

"This little brother."

Dean Ji Cang stepped onto the ground. Although he passed by a bloody place, he only had a breeze without any impurities around him, and he had never been stained with a dirty and secular atmosphere.

The old man stroked his beard and said kindly: "I am Ji Cang, the president of the War Academy, Elder Ye is indeed the orthodox elder of our college."

The seventh elder was particularly eye-catching in a fiery red robe. He said impatiently: "Isn't that true? Chu Yue is the elder who is married by the mediator of our court. If you dare to blaspheme the elder of our court, be careful to dig your boy's eyes and soak it in wine."

Dean Ji Cang pulled the corner of his mouth.

Another third elder hit the seventh elder with his elbow, lowered his head and coughed dryly: "Lao Qi, this is not what the Ming media married is doing."

The seventh elder snorted coldly: "The meaning of rounding is almost as big as possible."

The third elder: "..." This is too different.

Chu Yue glanced at these seniors and was more determined to go to the War Academy to be the right decision.

Liu Feng was as if he had been hit by a catastrophe, and the soldiers of both countries were shocked.

You must know that the vassal states are not even considered a sub-level in the entire Lingtian martial arts.

A warrior from a vassal state would be as hard as climbing to heaven if he wanted to make a name for himself.

The ten major colleges are the places where the vassal states train talents to reach the sky.

But over the years, what the world can see is that the warriors of the vassal states are comparable to those of the ninth-class slaves who are inferior to those of pigs and dogs. No matter where they go, they will suffer unequal treatment.

Over time, the vassal states became a shame. Those warriors who walked out of the vassal states worked hard to practice and go to higher places in order to get rid of the vassal states.

Having said that, even the geniuses that were cultivated by the four dynasties of the vassal states spent many years to be sent to the academy were just disciples. It was thankful that the ancestors could have the position of Xuan Ji disciple.

Not to mention becoming the elders of the First Court and the Suzaku mount, this is one of the million warriors.

Chu Yue stood in front of the city gate, holding the battle axe, looking around, her eyes darkened a little.

The ground was filled with unrecognizable corpses, soaked in blood.

The armor had been cut to pieces, and the wounds were deep and bones could be seen.

There were dead soldiers, at the last moment, holding a pair of saury, which had been stained by the battlefield.

Chu Yue seemed to be able to see that deep in her hometown, there was a gentle and virtuous girl waiting for her young man to return safely.

Chu Yue's face became colder and she took a deep breath.

The bloody and bloody battlefield has fully interpreted the ruthless cruelty in the world.
Chapter completed!