In the black army stronghold.
Feng Xi was frowning and thinking about the female cultivator when she suddenly heard an excited voice coming from outside.
"Your Highness!"
"Good news!"
"That junior brother of yours, that Young Master Gu, is really awesome..."
"kindness."
Listened to the narration.
Feng Xi's brows relaxed a bit, which was already a sign that she was in a happy mood. .??.??
"knew."
She thought for a moment.
"Here's the order, from today onwards, Gu Han will be the vanguard of our Phoenix Wing Army."
"ah?"
The man was stunned.
pioneer?
Among the various armies, except for a few marquises, there are a group of commanders and deputy commanders, and then there are captains at all levels, but the position of vanguard has never been established.
Obviously.
This was specially prepared by Feng Xi for Gu Han.
"From today on."
Feng Xi's voice came out again.
"Gu Han is the sharpest sword of our Great Yan Frontier Army!"
"yes!"
…
"good!"
The two armies are not far away.
The man surnamed Liao, who was watching quietly, his eyes lit up and he praised loudly.
"Win simply!"
"Win beautifully!"
"This boy is a bit sinister, but his attack is extremely clean and neat, and his killing power is first-class tyrannical. He is somewhat similar to our Highness back in the day!"
"Old Liao."
Someone on the side laughed and said, "You think so highly of him? Don't forget, you also have a bet with him!"
"Ah!"
The man surnamed Liao didn't care either.
"Old Liao, I'm a rough guy. If he doesn't make a bet, just his strength and record will make me, Old Liao, give him a thumbs up!"
"Pity."
The old man felt a little regretful.
"If there were more talented people like this in the army, our morale would not be so low."
There are many monks in the border army.
Naturally, there are many geniuses.
It’s just that most of the Taoist bells ring three or four times, and those that ring five are rare. Those that ring more than six can be counted on their fingers, and only Feng Xi is the only one who rings nine.
"This boy!"
The man surnamed Liao laughed heartily.
"Old Liao, I will guarantee with my head that I will definitely not run away after nine rings!"
…
Another place.
Gu Han's performance was naturally noticed by Yun Lie and others. Unlike the joy of others, they all had gloomy expressions and a cold light in their eyes.
Especially Yun Lie!
He is not blind.
With the cultivation and killing power shown by Gu Han, it is definitely the Dao Bell Nine Rings!
Why!
He was very unwilling.
Why do you all have nine bells, but I have eight bells?
this moment.
He was filled with jealousy and strengthened his previous idea.
Take refuge in him!
Attract a trace of ancestral dragon blood!
When the time comes, I will definitely be in the shape of the nine-ring bell!
"This son."
Jicheng's tone was solemn.
"If I can grow up, I'm afraid I will be another tenth highness!"
"snort!"
Song He sneered.
"Then he must have a chance!"
"Let him live for a few more days. When the war comes, I will take his life! Nine rings? Nine rings that are dead, even one ring is not as good as... hmm?"
Sudden.
He seemed to have noticed something was wrong.
"What does he want to do!"
…
In front of the battle.
Seeing that Gu Han only took two breaths, he took off the head of the young God of War.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Then a burst of cheers broke out!
Even the heaviness and depression that weighed down my heart were somewhat dissipated!
"brother!"
Murong Yan kept shaking the mace.
"Well done!"
Except for the fat man who looked calm, the others all changed their colors and hurriedly avoided.
Gu Han smiled.
This is exactly his purpose.
He had already heard Yun Fan say that the barbarians were not only powerful, but also far more numerous than the Great Yan Dynasty's frontier army. Although for some unknown reason, they had never mobilized in full force, even so, the frontier army had a very difficult time resisting, and they were often
Lose more and win less, even if you win, it will be a miserable victory
To be continued...