Chapter 173: You Still Want to Play Jiang Xiaoyu?!

Half a month later.

The training ground of the military camp grew busier day by day.

Led by the squad leaders, some soldiers trained on the horizontal and parallel bars, others ran the four-hundred-meter obstacle course, and some practiced tactical climbing...

The warriors sweated like rain, gritted their teeth to persist, and fought with all their might... a scene of vigorous vitality where all things competed to flourish!

Below the barracks building, a white bus waited.

Qi Hui, Zhang Ruoyun, and numerous other actors carried their luggage and queued up.

Moreover, he had acted to suppress the rebound of the poison qi within Wu Siqi's body; if he had not intervened, Mo Qing believed Wu Siqi would likely have already lost his life.

A tremendous explosion rang out, flames scattered in all directions, and amidst the dust and smoke, Jian Feidao had already closed in, having manifested into a black and a white figure; the white figure held the Dao sword Xiangwang, the black figure wielded the blade Wangji, one covered in profound ice with chilling air that forced people back, the other ignited with Dao fire, sending waves of flame surging.

Seeing this, Zuijian Shutu helplessly switched from killing to retreating; the continuous sword qi did not aim to cut, but instead contained the intent of a blunt sword, each strand carrying impact force that pushed back the Tai Xu war soldiers.

At this moment, the illusory false Heavenly Dao in the formation realm smelled the aura of Heavenly Dao sin, and even discovered the Asura Path hidden behind it; it became enraged, for that was something it hated with boundless hatred.

But since the precognitive function of Adedis was already fully understood, one could deduce possible situations from such arrangements of his.

Until this generation, after Wu Hongfei appeared, everyone began to loathe the Wu family, cursing them every day.

Uncle Liu turned the sea urchin over, with the hard spines facing down, revealing a round opening at the bottom, which seemed to be the sea urchin's mouth. He took a pair of scissors, inserted them into the round opening, then cut along the outer edge of the sea urchin to create a large circular opening, removing the mouth part.

And just as I hesitated whether to strike first while the enemy was not yet firmly established and not all personnel had arrived, Yunis called me on the satellite phone. His voice on the phone sounded somewhat weary; he did not tell me what he was doing, but instead spoke about the situation regarding my location.

Outside the cave, William, Yan Shisan, and Feng Jianlian had just finished eating the fish they caught from the river; at this moment, with round bellies, they sat on the ground.

The excitement in Yun Tianchen's eyes grew even stronger; the sword and blade in his left hand suddenly trembled violently, actually pushing the defending bracer apart by a certain distance, and the blade suddenly changed shape during the tremor, turning ninety degrees to thrust straight at the Second Elder's soft spot.

But the fact was exactly this: the golden bridge created by Heng Xuanzi using the Taiji Tu was pinned down and unable to move, while Wudang's Qingping Sword was slapped away by Shi Gandang with a single palm; regardless of whether the two could accept it, they had to be fully alert and engage in a struggle with Shi Gandang.

This was the halftime break; on the huge electronic screen above the main stand, a highlight reel of the previous forty-five minutes was playing.

Even though it was very hot, the soles of the feet were icy, making the entire body feel cold, followed by trembling.

Those fans who were once so reluctant to part with him... they probably no longer missed their old captain, right?

After Zhang You briefly introduced the matter, the crowd of onlookers finally understood what had happened; someone shouted at the top of his voice: "Lord Mingwei will surely win." Immediately after, all the Han people echoed in unison: "Lord Mingwei will surely win, Lord Mingwei will surely win." The scene was extremely lively.

The Demon Race and the Witch Race were fundamentally different; the Witch Race could abandon everything for their own dignity, choosing only death, just as when the Witch Race sent troops against the Human Race, paying no heed to anyone, with the worst outcome being a fight and death. The Demon Race, however, was good at assessing the situation; otherwise, how could the Demon Race have turned the tables under the overwhelming strength of the Witch Race?

Jing Chen smiled awkwardly. Chen Ao also laughed along for a while, not expecting this old man to be so excessively straightforward.

As for the Second Emperor and the Five Emperors that came after, that is not my concern; I merely agreed. Whether it succeeds or fails, what does it have to do with me?