Guo Lin is a low-key person, but his temper is not "being" and he will not provoke others on his own initiative, but he will never let himself suffer any losses.
He kicked the person who blocked him, turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the big men with fear on his face. The powerful soul power was used, and the brains of these people were immediately pierced by silver needles, and the pain was unbearable.
Seeing that his authority was almost done, Guo Lin put away his soul power. He smiled very gently, completely different from his previous cold appearance. He turned his head and said to Yang Fei, who had already climbed up from the ground: "The quality of this tent is not very good. You can report it and let the top push it as soon as possible. Otherwise, we will all be frozen tonight." After all, they are from the same army, and Guo Lin just showed mercy, otherwise it would be possible to kick Yang Fei to death with Guo Lin's current strength.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Yang Fei knew that he had kicked the iron plate, so he quickly agreed, took out a pill for healing from his arms, and rolled and crawled out.
Not long after, Yang Fei came with a soldier in charge of logistics. With the concerted efforts, the new tent was quickly set up. The logistics soldier cursed for a few words and left on his own. The small farce finally ended. Guo Lin didn't want to say anything more to these people, so he found the location he had just chosen and spread the quilt.
After seeing Guo Lin kicking Yang Fei with one foot, he didn't dare to show off his anger. He was afraid of making Guo Lin unhappy, so he kicked himself and didn't even dare to say anything. Before Guo Lin came, they had been taught a lesson by Yang Fei. They knew that Yang Fei was a high-level warrior. Among the new recruits, the high-level warrior was already considered an elite. Therefore, the eight people who were taught a lesson followed Yang Fei's head. Seeing that there was another new recruit not coming, they found a way to please Yang Fei.
In the end, Yang Fei, who was kicked away by Guo Lin, certainly hated the people who were sowed. I am afraid that when Guo Lin was not here, the bitterness of flesh was inevitable. This was really a shooting of himself in the foot.
Those who can kick high-level warriors must have the strength of being at the level of a martial artist. If such a person recommends himself to the superior, isn't it easy to get into a small official position? He actually came here to be a recruit. Yang Fei was indescribable, and this small probability incident actually happened to him.
Now he regrets some of the rude and even insulting words he said to Guo Lin. Now he is under the same roof. If he holds a grudge, can he still live? Thinking of this, he feels uneasy. He wants to curry favor with Guo Lin, but when he sees the latter facing his back to him, he seems to be asleep, and he is afraid of disturbing him.
I hesitated and felt very uncomfortable. It was not until late at night that I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
In the next few days, there was no news of war ahead. The recruits practiced during the day and rested at night, and nothing went wrong. After three days of such a peaceful life, Guo Lin felt something was wrong. It was too quiet. In the past few days, the Shang Dynasty's army did not come to the city to yell and provoke.
At night, the recruits who had been practicing for a day went into the tent to rest again. Even in winter, the big men, as warriors, took a comfortable cold shower after practicing. Guo Lin did not sweat much, and this level of exercise was nothing for him, who is currently a mid-level spiritual refining class.
He sat in the bottom of the bed, silently thinking about his heart. Because of the first day, the other recruits had some shadows on him and were still afraid of him. There were only a few brave ones, including Yang Fei, who had a thick face and crawled over with a flattering smile on his face and said, "San Master, you are tired. I will press your shoulders too."
"No need." Guo Lin looked at him calmly and turned his head. Guo Lin believed that at this time, the Shang army should have broken Kaiming City in one go. After all, this is the hinterland of Xia. If you drag it on like this, when the Guo family army's vitality is restored, the city walls and the city guarding materials will be replenished. It will be even more difficult to break it again. Judging from the bodies of Shang army, which were twice as dense as the Guo family army in front of Kaiming City a few days ago, the Shang army was obviously a face, and at all costs, it would be necessary to break the momentum of Kaiming City...
The more I think about it, the more weird it becomes. Did the Shang army let these people die in vain?
Yang Fei didn't know what Guo Lin was thinking, but when he saw that he ignored him, he walked over in disappointment. He pressed his hot face against someone's cold butt, which was particularly awkward.
In the evening, when it was late at night, Guo Lin drew a magic circle under his bed, and then used a teleportation scroll to connect it, so he left. He went to the Evil Bone Mountain that corroded the Demon Realm.
Although I don’t know why, Guo Lin is sure that the calm in front of him is an illusion. He defines it as the tranquility before the storm. The Shang army must be brewing a conspiracy. Guo Lin could not guess what it was, but he could feel that a decisive battle would come next, and this decisive battle would determine the ownership of Kaiming City.
After all, a person's power is limited. In order to give his father the greatest support, Guo Lin then thought of coming to Evil Bone Mountain. He wanted to summon a monster to form a terrifying teacher of all demons.
"Sizizi..." The demons on Purple Bone Mountain are at the level of the primary level of the master's refining. With Guo Lin's current intermediate level of spiritual refining, he can summon a total of 10,000 troops of the initial level of the master's refining monsters.
One hundred magicians who are at the beginning of the refining level can form a powerful and respectable thunder force. What about ten thousand monsters with the initial level of refining level? Guo Lin suddenly became expectant. He had never seen such a scene before.
After half a year of fighting with the Seven Degree Space, Guo Lin's soul power is now at the middle level of the King of Refining. It's not that he doesn't want to train his soul power higher, but that he found that the soul power seems to have some subtle connection with his own strength. For example, when Guo Lin was still in the early stage of the Spirit Refining, he tried to refine his soul power to the middle level of the King of Refining, but after working hard for a long time, he failed. It seemed as if there was a shackle that firmly curbed the improvement of his soul power.
But when his strength increased to the intermediate level of spiritual refining, the shackle disappeared inexplicably. Guo Lin remembered that after he broke through to the intermediate level of spiritual refining, he only took two days to cultivate the soul power of the initial level of the King Refining to the intermediate level of the King Refining. When the soul power reached the intermediate level of the King Refining, the inexplicable shackle appeared again. So that Guo Lin's speed of practicing soul power was obviously very fast, but due to the limitation of his strength, he is still only at the intermediate level of the King Refining.
The success rate of summoning magic is related to the level of his soul power. It was mentioned when Yu Fengzi took Guo Lin as his disciple. However, it took Guo Lin, who was refining the soul power of the middle level, summoned 10,000 monsters for several hours. Until Dongfang Mengmengliang, Guo Lin failed to succeed in summoning magic ten times in a row. He knew that the plan for 10,000 today was finally completed.
He kept summoning monsters, even the iron man would be tired. He put ten thousand purple bone monsters into the demon sealing ring, and Guo Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was afraid that the others in the tent had already gotten up. He first figured out, then took out the brown single-body teleportation scroll, and returned to the tent with a "swish".
What surprised him was that there was no one in the tent, and the quilt was lifted up in a mess. It seemed that these people were rushing to get up. There was a noisy sound outside, as if they were shouting something that had been lost.
It was just dawn and the stars were still hanging in the west sky. Guo Lin lifted the curtain of the tent and saw teams of new recruits gathering.
The centurion wearing green military uniform roared at Guo Lin with an angry voice: "What are you still staying there? Come here quickly. Let's set off to Kaiming City to fight the Shang army. Damn, I slept like a pig. Do you know that the magic cannon in Kaiming City was lost? The Shang army is already siegeing the city, and we will all die soon."