"Snapped--"

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With a crisp sound, the captain in black armor who was standing in front of Han Muye was severely slapped.

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"This is Laozi's adoptive father!" Huang Zhihu piled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

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The officer who covered his face with his hands raised his head and saw the appearance of Huang Zhihu. He was stunned at first, then at a loss, and then murmured, "Jian, Lord Sword Tiger..."

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That group of black armored soldiers pressed their hands on the Xuanyang sword around their waists, but they were at a loss.

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Sword Tiger, Yellow Fat Tiger, this is a feared existence in the camp.

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It's just, how did that ruthless Sword Tiger become this beautiful woman with pale arms in front of her?

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"Get out of the way, I don't usually teach you less?" Huang Zhihu raised his foot to kick, but because the hem of his dress wrapped his legs and feet, he couldn't lift his legs.

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It was only at this moment that the military commander came back to his senses, but he no longer dared to look at Huang Zhihu, he just lowered his head: "Sir, what is the duty of the humble..."

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Huang Zhihu was furious and raised his hand again, only to hear a cold snort from behind.

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"You did nothing wrong." Han Muye said coldly.

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Huang Zhihu was stunned for a moment, when he heard Han Muye's voice coming again: "What is the crime of trespassing on a military plane and hurting Xuanyang Guard?"

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The soldier who bowed his head was shocked, raised his head and said loudly, "Cut!"

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After he finished speaking, he saw Huang Zhihu glaring angrily, the sword tiger who used to make him afraid, but now this little girl is so cute, he couldn't help but soften his heart: "Well, that Shangguan should teach me a low position, it should be... "

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At this time, in the camp, several figures had already rushed over.

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The leader was the commander of Xuanyang Weisan County, Lu Yang, the commander of Daidu.

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Lu Yang flew over and saw Han Muye with excitement on his face, he bowed and clasped his fists: "Lu Yang pays respects to my uncle!"

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Han Muye stood there, waved his hand and said, "There is no uncle here. You are the commander of Xuanyang Guard, and you are the person who will be selected by the preparatory commander. You are the biggest here."

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Hearing his words, Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, and said quickly, "What did my uncle say, if Lu Yang dared to honor him in front of his uncle, my ancestor would probably tear my bones apart."

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"Lu Yuzhou doesn't dare." Han Muye said lightly, "Now he can't beat me."

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Lu Yang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

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The general next to him raised his head, just grinned and turned his head away.

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"This is, Zhihu?" Lu Yang looked at Huang Zhihu, looking up and down with a smile on his face.

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"How beautiful this dress is, I'm afraid the boys in my camp will have their eyes straight."

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Hearing his words, Huang Zhihu snorted, "Brother Lu Yang, do you think my Sword Tiger's reputation is for nothing?"

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Lu Yang's smile froze. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Han Muye say coldly, "Breaking into the camp without any reason, Lu Yang, how should I be punished?"

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Punishment?

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Lu Yang looked at the red palm print on the face of the general next to him, and then looked at the yellow fat tiger in front of him.

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Doesn't this happen often?

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Isn't Sword Tiger's reputation just born out of it?

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This large camp was filled with preparatory commanders from all over the Profound Sky, either with extraordinary cultivation or with great backgrounds.

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Even Lu Yang had a headache.

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For example, Yun Duan, the crown prince of the Tianxuan Dynasty, also joined in the fun in the camp, assuming the status of a preparatory commander.

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There are also experts from the Jiaolong clan in the East China Sea, experts in kendo, several monster clan masters in the Southern Wilderness, and several masters from the Western Border and the Northern Territory.

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Many of the preparatory commanders trained by Xuanyang Guard in Zhongzhou are also tough.

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When Huang Zhihu first came to the camp, it was not conspicuous.

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What made her famous is that the reserve commander challenged the rankings. Huang Zhihu, who was originally ranked after more than a thousand, used his long and short swords to fight 86 games a day, straight into the top 100.

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In this battle, Huang Zhihu's kendo was remembered by everyone.

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Fighting Yujian at a distance, counter-killing at close range.

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Although the cultivation level is not enough to enter the Golden Core for the first time, Huang Zhihu can stab a strong person who is half a step in the heaven with one sword.

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In the next three months, the preparatory commanders gradually became familiar with each other, and they became familiar with each other, and there were also many small groups.

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Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan somehow got along very well, and many cultivators from the northern region of the western border joined in and became one of the forces in the preparatory commander.

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During the half-year assessment, Huang Zhihu led thirty Xuanyang Guards to complete ambush, cover up, sneak attack, outflank, and defeat ten times as many enemies.

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In the end, when the battle reached the last person, the two swords were unleashed, defeating nearly a hundred masters, and was exhausted.

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In this battle, the name of the Yellow Fat Tiger and Sword Tiger spread throughout the camp.

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Huang Zhihu, Yun Duan, and the other three reserve commanders became the most untroubled existences in the camp.

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Xuanyang Five Tigers, this name is very loud.

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Especially when the relationship between Lu Yang and Huang Zhihu was unintentionally spread, Lu Yang treats Huang Zhihu like his own sister.

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Such related households, who is going to bump into it?

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Lu Yang looked at the slumped Yellow Fat Tiger.

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According to Han Muye and Lu Yang's seniority, Huang Zhihu is still Lu Yang's elder.

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It's just that Xiuwei is here, Huang Zhihu is embarrassed to call him elder, so the two of them call him equal in private.

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With a laugh, Lu Yang looked at Han Muye and said, "Uncle, little sister is ignorant—"

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"She doesn't understand and you don't understand?" Han Muye shouted, and Lu Yang's expression changed drastically.

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"The Dao struggle is in general trend, and there is no room for slack. You train and select the commander of Xuanyang Guard, and you will work hard in the Dao struggle in the future."

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"How can it be possible to be so unorganized and undisciplined?"

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Han Muye's voice was cold and majestic.

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His current cultivation base has reached the fifth level of out-of-bodyness, and the power of his divine soul surpasses the realm of heaven.

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When he spoke at this time, the front of the camp seemed to be extremely cold.

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"What my uncle taught me." Lu Yang nodded solemnly, then clasped his fists and said, "I don't know how Uncle Yi should be punished?"

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Huang Zhihu bit his lip and didn't speak there.

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Han Muye pondered for a while, then said, "After all, when it comes to employing people, a small punishment is a big commandment, so let's punish it ten times with the stick."

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After a pause, he said again: "The whole camp is in front of the stick and scolds, as an example."

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In front of the entire battalion army, the rod is responsible?

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Yellow Fat Tiger's complexion turned white.

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Does she lose face?

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"Father..."

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"There are no fathers and sons in the battlefield. I have neglected discipline all these years. This time, I want to make you remember." Han Muye pointed coldly at the soldiers in front of him: "These people will be your robes from now on."

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"Their lives, honor and disgrace, are no different from yours."

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"You can slap someone in public, so why can't you get the Tenth Army stick in public?"

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Huang Zhihu froze there, speechless.

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Han Muye looked at Lu Yang: "What are you still doing?"

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Lu Yang nodded, raised his hand and shot out a light.

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"Boom—"

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"Boom—"

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"Boom—"

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The drums sounded like thunder, and the blood in the camp was like a dragon in an instant. Countless generals flew to the camp grounds to form a battle formation.

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Han Muye strode into the camp, Lu Yang took a few steps behind, turned his head to look at the bitter-faced Yellow Fat Tiger, and almost laughed.

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Huang Zhihu looked at both sides and saw that the soldiers all had solemn expressions, so he just lowered his head and rushed into the camp.

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Behind her, low voices of discussion instantly rose.

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"It's really Lord Sword Tiger? So delicate, really, really beautiful..."

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"Head, does that slap hurt? Hey, if I had known earlier, I would have received this slap."

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"Go away, Captain of this school, don't say, Lord Jianhu's palm is so soft."

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……

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On the school grounds, the troops stood in a state of stern order.

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The 3,000 Xuanyang Guards are reserve commanders, and 30,000 elites will be recruited. After the training, they will be assigned to various places in Tianxuan. After decades of training, they will become the main force of Tianxuan's black armor.

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After three years of training, these elites of the Xuanyang Guards have long since been banned.

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When Huang Zhihu arrived at the side of the school grounds, what he saw was a black mass of generals, his eyes were not squinting, his blood was surging.

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Lu Yang strode forward and walked to the high platform in front of him.

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Han Muye stood outside the school grounds and did not enter.

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After he gave Huang Zhihu the status of Xuanyang Guard's reserve commander, he had no military status in Xuanyang Guard and was not suitable to enter the school grounds.

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Seeing Lu Yang's summons, he hurried over again, and the preparatory commanders of the Xuanyang Guard standing in front below all had solemn expressions on their faces.

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Could it be that something big happened?

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"Today the army is called to gather for one thing."

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Standing on the high platform, Lu Yang glanced down.

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"My Xuanyang Guard is in charge of the light, and the military discipline is strict."

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"The preparatory commander Huang Zhihu has no military discipline and trespasses in the camp, and he will be punished with ten sticks."

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Ten Commandments of the Army Stick.

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For these reserve commanders, it's nothing.

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Even a hundred sticks can be easily carried.

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But it's a matter of face!

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With the stick in front of the whole army, Jianhu's face is about to lose ground.

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The few preparatory commanders standing in front looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

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The relationship between Lord Lu Yang and Huang Zhihu will be punished by the stick, and there may be some hidden feelings in it.

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"Lu Xiaoyun, you come to execute." Lu Yang shouted loudly.

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Wearing black armor, Lu Xiaoyun strode forward, and then looked at the Yellow Fat Tiger standing outside the school grounds.

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Following her gaze, everyone on the school ground turned to look.

Then, there was a sound of inhalation.

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The Yellow Fat Tiger in a yellow dress bit his lip and walked forward slowly.

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Those generals couldn't take their eyes away, and moved with her figure.

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This, which sword tiger is this with two swords in his hands and covered in blood?

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The corners of the eyes of the several preparatory commanders standing in front were twitching in disbelief.

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Did you lose at the hands of this beautiful little girl?

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"so beautiful……"

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I don't know who whispered softly.

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Then there was anger all around.

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How can you say something like this in your heart?

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However, it's so beautiful.

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Every step that Huang Zhihu took forward felt very difficult.

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She could feel a pair of eyes staring at her hotly.

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Not happy.

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In the past, these guys would not dare to look down when they saw themselves.

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It's alright now, but I dare not look at it.

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She raised her head hard, swept her eyes, and immediately lowered her face blushing.

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Why do these defeated generals have such strange eyes?

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It must be a beating.

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Clenching his fists, Huang Zhihu walked forward step by step.

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He walked to the stone bench below the high platform to lie down, and a blue water and fire stick appeared in Lu Xiaoyun's palm.

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"Little aunt, don't worry, I promise it won't hurt." Lu Xiaoyun lowered his head and whispered in Huang Zhihu's ear.

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Huang Zhihu held his head and said nothing.

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"Snapped--"

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A crisp sound resounded throughout the school grounds.

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There was silence all around.

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After the ten-stick fight, Huang Zhihu got up, and with the help of Lu Xiaoyun, he left the school field with a slightly unfavorable footstep.

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"Let's go." Lu Yang waved his hand and turned away.

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Until Lu Yang's figure disappeared, on the quiet school grounds, a tsunami-like discussion suddenly sounded.

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Huang Zhihu, who was led by Lu Xiaoyun to his tent, covered his face with one hand: "Fuck, the reputation that I have been fighting for for three years has been ruined by these ten sticks."

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Hearing her words, Lu Xiaoyun laughed out loud.

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"Little aunt, how did you offend my second uncle?"

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Huang Zhihu gritted his teeth and burst into tears: "Why did I offend him?"

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"It's the old guy from my foster father. I suspect that he has been out of bounds for a long time, and his heart is hardened."

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Speaking of this, she stopped and clapped her hands: "I'm so stupid, I should have sent the news of his return to Yunjin Xianzhou!"

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"It's a big loss, at least 10,000 Spirit Stones will be saved."

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……

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On the school grounds, those preparatory commanders and elite soldiers did not leave, standing there talking excitedly.

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"Xu Changyuan, I didn't expect that the sword tiger who defeated you at the beginning turned out to be a bitch. Your mother can't even beat a bitch." In front, a tall general laughed and looked at the person beside him. youth.

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The young man's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "There are only three or five people in the camp who can defeat Sword Tiger. You, Zhao Dacheng, were lucky in the beginning. You didn't meet her, or you would have to be beaten down."

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These words made the surrounding generals look different.

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Those who have been beaten and those who have not been beaten have different expressions.

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"Haha, okay, let me try it, see if she can beat me to the ground with Jianhu, say yes, I'll challenge, don't grab any of you." The tall tall Dacheng walked forward with a smile. .

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"Bam—"

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A thin general standing in front of him turned around and kicked Zhao Dacheng over.

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"You are also qualified to challenge Sword Tiger?"

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The blood tiger Qian Yutang, also one of the five tigers in Xuanyang!

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When Qian Yutang took action, the surrounding people didn't even dare to talk about it.

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"What, Lao Qian, are you trying to fight with me?" On the other side, a young man in half-armor with the Xuanyang sword on his back said.

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Flying Tiger Bai Jianfei!

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The two looked at each other, and the fighting intent in their eyes made the people around them retreat.

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"Let's play, I'm leaving." The young man standing on the other side shook his head, turned and left.

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After only walking a few steps, he suddenly turned to the direction of the camp of the Military Medical Center of Alchemy.

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"The ten army sticks are not light, don't leave scars, I think it's better to use a psychic continuation pill..." The young man's muttering sound made Bai Jianfei and Qian Yutang stunned.

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"Fuck, you Sun Zhan, you are a jerk!"

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"Haha, I happen to have a psychic continuation pill here."

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……

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When the chaos on the school ground came, Huang Zhihu no longer had the courage to stay, and ran back to his tent with his head in his arms.

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Lu Xiaoyun smiled and followed.

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Not far away, in the large tent of the Chinese army, Lu Yang was sitting at the top, and Han Muye was sitting beside him.

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"Uncle, your return from outside the world is a happy event, why do you punish the little sister like this?" Lu Yang looked at Han Muye and asked in confusion.

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In the camp, Huang Zhihu's combat power and scheming are all top-notch.

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Lu Yang also has the heart to cultivate.

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But after today, those guys probably won't be afraid of Sword Tiger anymore.

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The **** brave in the army, without prestige, will lose a lot of combat power.

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"I might be a little selfish." Han Muye looked outside the military tent and sighed softly.

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"Zhihu is the sixth brother's direct daughter, my righteous daughter. All these years I have only wanted her to receive the best education and best practice, but I have less discipline."

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"A girl, she can't fight, fight, kill, and rush to the front."

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Han Muye's expression was a little solemn.

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Daozheng, that's life and death in every fight.

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These Xuanyang Guards will roll in the sea of ​​blood for at least fifty years.

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There are not necessarily more than ten people in this large camp who can live to the time of a hundred years of Daoism.

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In the end, it was his righteous daughter. If it weren't for Xuanyang Guard's rules, Han Muye would have directly asked Huang Zhihu to withdraw from the trial.

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This time, when Huang Zhihu's identity was revealed, when he encountered a war in the future, he transferred Huang Zhihu out of power for personal gain, and there was less criticism.

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Hearing Han Muye's words, Lu Yang nodded.

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He returned from a **** battle outside the world, so he naturally knew the dangers of Daoism.

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It's just a hundred years of Taoism, who can really escape?

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Han Muye didn't go to the military camp entirely for Huang Zhihu. He sat with Lu Yang to analyze the general trend of the Profound Sky, and deduced the forms of various prefectures.

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"I was planning to use Xuanyang Guard to smite everywhere, but there are a lot of Daomen and magic Dao masters, so I'm not fully sure." Lu Yang's face was a little gloomy.

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The collapse of Confucianism and Taoism caused by the battle between True Monarch Xuanming and Wang Muyang was too serious.

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Nowadays, except for the places where the county system is located, all the states and counties can be stabilized by the repression of the master, and other towns are in chaos.

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"The meaning of Minister Wen and Marquis Wu is that they want to train troops in the chaos of Tianxuan." Lu Yang looked at Han Muye.

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No matter how chaotic Tianxuan was, it was impossible to surpass Wen Mosheng's control.

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Wen Mo didn't make a sound, just let everyone in Tianxuan go through all kinds of turmoil and unconsciously improve their ability to deal with the chaos.

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Han Muye knew that this approach was not wrong.

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Just like weeds and vegetables and fruits are planted in the same place, weeds are absolutely lush.

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Only those who have experienced more trials and hardships can have stronger courage to face everything.

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"I'll go see Wen Xiang." Han Muye stood up and said.

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"You have to be prepared."

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"Xuanyangwei, we want to sweep the world."

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Sweep the world!

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Lu Yang stood up and nodded solemnly.

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If so, he would not hesitate.

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As for whether it can be done or not, it is not something he considers.

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Han Muye left the camp and asked Zuo Lin to wait for Huang Zhihu to go straight to the upper city of the Imperial City.

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He is like a flying body, and outsiders can't see him at all.

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In just a moment, he was already in front of the Xiangfu gate in Shangcheng.

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Now the upper city is also very empty~lightnovelpub.net~ Qin Suyang and other strong people are guarding outside the bounds.

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In front of Wen Xiang's mansion, the soldiers at the entrance were just about to stop him when they saw a middle-aged scholar in a green robe walking quickly.

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"Zhou Wenbo has met Mr. Makino."

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"Mr. Wen, please come to the manor for a chat."

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Zhou Wenbo, director of the prime minister's mansion, a master of Confucianism and Taoism, he usually takes care of many things in the prime minister's mansion.

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Han Muye nodded and followed Zhou Wenbo into the prime minister's residence.

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The prime minister's mansion is simply furnished, with flowers and plants everywhere.

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Many people in green robes or official uniforms are in a hurry.

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Here, it can be regarded as the center of the Tianxuan Dynasty.

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In the palace hall, there is only a rare meeting every year.

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Walking to the front hall, Han Muye looked up at the figure sitting behind the long desk.

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It's a text, but it's not a text.

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The primordial spirit is just a phantom.

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Wen Xiang's real body, naturally, is still guarded outside the world.

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"The seeds of the Dao are really rare." Wen Mo Sheng raised his head and looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

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Before Han Muye surrendered, Wen Mosheng said again, "Junior Brother, how about handing over Tianxuan to you?"

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