Chapter 1064: New Marquis of Chang'an, Nine War Elders
Chapter 1064 The New Marquis of Chang’an and the Ninth Elder of War
Liu Feng, who was humble and complimentary, felt his eardrums ringing when he heard the sonorous and powerful voice.
When he heard the words "Shenwu Friendly Country", Liu Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, filled with deep shock!
Liu Feng looked at the frightening battle ax again, and a bold and absurd idea suddenly appeared in his heart, but he was quickly rejected!
"May I ask the elder, where are you from?"
While Liu Feng was asking questions, his hands under his sleeves were shaking, and his chest was cold.
The dark soldiers on both sides focused their gazes on Chu Yue, wondering what kind of noble martial arts family this girl who came riding the sacred beast Suzaku came from.
Which country is a blessing and which country is a disaster!
Chu Yue's eyes were so piercing, she looked at Liu Feng sarcastically, raised the corners of her lips, and said casually: "The new Marquis of Chang'an, the Ninth Elder of Zhan, is your grandfather Ye Chuyue."
Suddenly!
The night of waiting for slaughter at the Langya border is no longer a lifeless and depressing one.
Especially the soldiers guarding the city of Langya who were at the end of their strength, no matter how many wounds they had on their bodies, they were all very happy and excited at the moment!
Mo Yan looked back at the wounded, sick and disabled generals and held their heads in excitement. There were tears in the corners of his bleeding eyes, and his mood was all kinds of complicated.
Liu Feng and General Weiwei looked at each other in shock. Their ten brains were combined and they couldn't figure out how the hell Ye Chuyue, who was supposed to die in the Demon Tomb, became the ninth elder of Lao Shizi?
There is also the sacred beast Suzaku as a mount, which is really puzzling.
Liu Feng's lips were trembling, but he couldn't speak, and his face was frighteningly white.
The sunset army behind the two men lost their fighting spirit and high morale.
After all, the person who made his military advisor nod and bow down was actually Ye Chuyue of Chang'an...
"How can Ye Chuyue be the elder of Zhan Zhan Academy?"
Liu Feng laughed evilly and spoke coldly.
"This little brother."
Dean Ji Cang stepped onto the ground. Although he passed through a bloody place, there was only an impurity-free breeze around him, not contaminated by any dirty worldly atmosphere.
The old man stroked his beard and said kindly: "I, Ji Cang, the dean of the Zhan Zhan Academy, Elder Ye is indeed the orthodox elder of our academy."
The seventh elder, who was particularly eye-catching in his fiery red robe, said impatiently: "Isn't that right? Chu Yue is the elder who is being married by the matchmaker of our courtyard. If you dare to blaspheme our elder again, I will gouge out your boy's eyes and make him drink."
Dean Ji Cang twitched the corner of his mouth.
Another third elder bumped the seventh elder with his elbow, lowered his head and coughed: "Seventh, that's not how a matchmaker is married."
The seventh elder snorted coldly: "Rounding up makes the same sense."
Third Elder: "..." This is too different.
Chu Yue glanced at these seniors and became even more determined that going to Zhan Zhan College was the right decision.
Liu Feng felt as if he had been dealt a devastating blow, and the soldiers of both countries were stunned.
You must know that the vassal states are not even considered to be at the bottom of the entire Lingtian Martial Arts.
For warriors who were born in vassal states, it would be difficult for them to stand out in the world.
The ten major academies are the places where vassal states train talents to ascend to heaven.
But for so many years, what the world has seen with the naked eye is that the warriors of the vassal states are comparable to the ninth-level slaves who are inferior to pigs and dogs. No matter where they go, they will receive unequal treatment.
Over time, the vassal states became a shame. Those warriors who left the vassal states worked hard to practice and go to higher places just to get rid of the vassal states.
Having said that, even the geniuses that the four major dynasties of the vassal states spent many years cultivating were only given the status of disciples when they were sent to the academy. Being able to have the position of Xuanji's disciple was a sign of their ancestors' manifestation and thank God.
Not to mention becoming an elder of the First Academy, and having a Suzaku mount, which is something that not even one of a million warriors can produce.
Chu Yue stood in front of the city gate, holding her battle ax and looking around sideways, her eyes darkening a bit.
The ground was littered with unrecognizable corpses, soaked in blood.
The armor had long been chopped to pieces, and the bones were visible in every wound.
There was a dead soldier who clutched a piece of fragrant handkerchief tightly at the last moment. The fragrant handkerchief had already been stained by the battlefield.
Chu Yue seemed to be able to see, deep in her hometown, a gentle and virtuous girl, waiting for her young man to return safely.
Chu Yue's face became colder and colder, and she took a deep breath.
The bloody battlefield vividly demonstrates the ruthless cruelty of the human world.
But these soldiers fought with their lives to the end, which is the pride of the country!