Commanding Wind and Cloud

He nodded enthusiastically in agreement. He used to think that it would be better to compensate the people around him after he succeeded, but he forgot that people are mortal, and remembering them for a hundred years after death is not as valuable as treating them well for a hundred days, a hundred hours, or even a hundred seconds when they are alive.

"I'm going to go to Ganjia again." Gan Jin held the hammer in his hand: "This time, I'm not going to take my father out, I want to see my father. If possible, I would like to talk to Ganjia."

Mu Na Zhen Ce smiled and walked to the door and looked back at Mo Jin: "You are mature."

Duanfeng Buer curled his lips in disapproval, and his motivation was only to look at things from the standpoint of his son, and to make various concessions for his father, while Mu Nazhence only looked at things from the position of imperial power, thinking that the most important thing for both sides to defeat the demons in harmony, but they all ignored one person, the most critical person in this matter, that is sincerity!

The energetic father is a man without combat power, but it does not mean that he is an old man without courage and thought.

On the contrary, this old man with no combat power, when he was in front of the Gan family for his son, showed a courage that was not inferior to any of the world's top powerhouses and powerful patriarchs.

In order to be able to achieve the goal with enthusiasm, Gancheng can bear it! In order to be motivated and promising, Qiancheng can also sacrifice all kinds of things!

As a father, Gan Cheng would never want to see his son bow his head to the Gan family! Even if it's just a negotiation, Qiancheng will never agree!

Duanfengbuer believes that Gancheng will even die when necessary, so he has given up the idea of ​​negotiating with Ganjia!

To put it bluntly between Ganjia and Ganjin, there is no possibility of reconciliation at all! When Fabredis died, it was doomed.

How many concessions can motivation have, and what kind of negotiations can be done? Do Zhanxuan? That's a person who must be killed if he is motivated. If he doesn't kill Zhan Xuan, he will be sorry for Fabredis and Gu Yue Jiaying, and at the same time he will be sorry for his own conscience.

Nothing to talk about! Duan Feng Bu Er looked at the dull Zhen Ce without making a sound, his ass sometimes decides his head, the sixth prince is very smart and has good eyesight, but because he always wants the two sides to coexist peacefully and fight against the demons, he ignores the deadlock between them.

"Speaking of words, comrade! Congratulations on turning your fighting spirit into the shape of a hammer." Duanfengbuer changed the subject: "To congratulate you for possessing this weird fighting spirit..."

"Give you a cigarette?"

"Comrade-in-arms! Ah! You are indeed my best comrade-in-arms!" Duan Fengbuer rushed forward and pushed his energy down on the bed: "You really know me so well! You say you know me so well, how can I thank you..."

creak...

The door panel was opened again at this time, Chekfleet stood outside the door and watched the scene in the room, a flash of astonishment flashed across his handsome face, and then slowly began to close the door.

"Damn! Qi Shuai, what are you thinking about?" Duanfeng Buer jumped from the bed to the ground and rushed to the door: "What door are you closing?"

Checkfleet nodded with a very deep expression on his face, and looked at Duan Fengbuer through the crack of the door: "I understand, you don't need to explain. You also understand..."

"I understand your sister!" Duanfengbuer opened the door: "Don't think about it, there is purity between me and motivation."

"Motivation is pure, I believe." Chekfleet said half a sentence, turned and walked in another direction, but there was a taste of "I don't believe you are pure" in his eyes.

"Sissy, don't think about it..."

"Don't come near me, I'm pure too."

Energetic watched the two of them fight and leave, looked down at the hammer in his hand and fell into deep thought, and went back to see his father! Now I want to come with Ganjia, but there is no way to talk about it.

All in all, in the end, you still have to use your fists to speak to your strength! Although violence cannot solve the problem, it can solve the other party and make the problem disappear.

"Motivation." Fen Tulang's figure appeared in front of the door: "Are you leaving?"

"kindness."

"Well, help me take care of Kuangge." Fen Tulang sighed and did not enter the room, but turned around and walked out of the yard. The setting sun shone on him, making his shadow extraordinarily long, but also extraordinarily old: "Now he is full of self-blame, and at the same time, his heart is also full of hatred. You can have this kind of emotion, but it can't be the only one, otherwise... hey..."

Motivation looked at the ground silently, feeling like he had just experienced a similar scene a few days ago, and now that Fentu Kuangxiao is still alive, what Fentu Kuangge can do is to watch, watch his brother die little by little, but he is powerless to stop it.

And myself? Wasn't it a similar scene that day, I could only watch Uncle Fabredis die in battle, but he was powerless to stop anything.

"Be careful of the Zhantang. You must not underestimate the power of the Zhantang. They may not be as good as you in other aspects, but..."

Fen Tulang's voice sounded again from outside the wall, and he knew the subtext of the old patriarch. The battle hall has been in operation for countless years, and almost all ordinary fighters have been included in it. After years of training, although there are no holy fighters, there are no holy fighters at the peak of the fighting spirit. It is definitely not as simple as one or two.

The bright sun shines on the snowy ground, and the reflected light makes people feel warm.

The battle hall, the sacred place among many ordinary fighters, does not have grand buildings. Houses piled up of bluestones are scattered on a huge mountain. It looks more like a small farm village, but not many people know that this is the location of the battle hall.

In a not-so-big yard, two white-haired old men were sitting in rocking chairs enjoying the sun's rays, their eyes half-closed looking at the softly shining sun in the sky.

"A fighter who can kill Tianlianlingguan, even if he is not a saint, his strength is the peak of the fighting spirit." The long white-haired old man suddenly opened his lips slightly, and the voice from the mouth that looked like dry bark was unusually sharp: "Brother Seraphil, what do you think of the proposal of this kid in front of you?"

The short-haired old man half-closed his eyes and looked at a middle-aged man kneeling in the snow: "Botu, this may be the last thing we can do for you. I hope you can control the battle hall well. It is a fact that ordinary soldiers cannot surpass bloodline fighters! Only with assistance can we exert our true full power."

"Follow the teacher's instruction."

Botu knelt on the ground and buried his head very low. He knew that this request to assassinate the seniors who had long since stopped asking about things in Zhantang would probably make Zhantang's wealth that could never be copied disappear.

but! There is no way! After beating Tianlian Lingguan to death with vigor, the momentum soared, and the power in his hands was astonishing. He openly opposed Ling Donglai of the war hall, and ideologically, he began to faintly confront the Gan family, one of the three ultimate bloodline warriors of the Zhence Dynasty.

The ultimate bloodline warrior family can even represent the entire bloodline warrior class from the side! The formation of a conscious confrontation like motivation will drive countless warriors who have passion in their chests but don't know what the overall situation is, and cause internal divisions in the Zhence Dynasty.

At the same time, it will seriously affect the reputation of the war hall, causing many soldiers to complain that the war hall chose to assist the bloodline fighters.

If this situation lasts too long, motivation will become another flag for ordinary soldiers, and it will even become the possibility of a second Burning Family. Then the prestige of the battle hall will be greatly reduced, and the battle hall may no longer be the holy place in the hearts of ordinary soldiers in the future.

In order to maintain the transcendent status of Zhantang! For the real big picture! Botu has decided that only by killing the drive can there be true unity! Ordinary fighters only need to obey the blood warriors and provide some assistance, then they will win the final victory in the future.

"But, the two of us are probably not enough, right?" Seraphil with short hair squinted his eyes and looked at the old man with long hair: "Vinuka, are we looking for someone else?"

"Of course." The long-haired Wei Nuoka gently rocked the rocking chair: "The energy is young now, the physical strength and spirit of the body are at the peak state, and the Tianlian Lingguan was killed, and the aura is at its peak moment. We old people like the setting sun... Hehe..."

Botu lowered his head even lower, these two veterans were both over 130 years old! The body is no longer at the peak, and even the fighting spirit has gradually weakened with the aging of the body, and even the peak of the fighting spirit cannot be maintained.

Letting such old people fight, Botu felt that he, the current head of the battle hall, really had no face to see them.

However, these old people are the only ones who can kill the enthusiasm in the battle hall. They have experience that almost all fighters do not have, as well as the spiritual will beyond ordinary people.

Secret execution is not an open challenge, you can use sneak attack and other means, only one blow is needed! Under the lethality of a blow with all its strength, that power...Botu thought he couldn't do it, it was a powerful blow that could enter the semi-holy realm!

"Botu, go and talk to Saladin and the others." Wei Nuoka raised his hand lightly, as if he might die at any time: "Let's just say, we miss them old people, and we will get together again and give our last effort for the battle hall."

Botu quietly and cautiously exited the yard, looking up to the sky and letting out a helpless sigh, if a talent like Gan Jin can join the battle hall, it will undoubtedly improve the image of the battle hall, but he chose to fight Qian Zhanxuan!

Now, Gan Zhanxuan has sent someone to find him! Killing the energy will give the fighting skills of many ordinary fighters in the battle hall, which are all good things collected by the Gan family!

Today, Zhantang strongly advocates becoming a faction vassalized by blood warriors, because Fabredis' death has gained the upper hand, and I am afraid that Gan Zhanxuan will come to Zhantang to make trouble under the pretext of Fabredis challenging Gan Family Glory.

Although he knew that Gan Zhanxuan would not make too much trouble, Zhantang really didn't want to be hurt by Fabredis' involvement, after all Fabredis married a demon female demon as his wife back then! This matter greatly discredits the glory and sanctity of the Battle Hall!

If ordinary soldiers knew about this, how would they look at Zhantang? Botu would be terrified just thinking about it. Over the years, Zhantang has determined to develop Zhantang into the true belief in the hearts of soldiers and a religious system.