Jiang Wang and Zhong Xuanzun walked out of the Tianxia Platform side by side, leaving behind the towering Liuhe Pillar.
Qiao Lin and other Tianfu soldiers walked silently behind, relying on the two of them.
They left nearby, but they took a different exit from Ji Zhaonan.
The two of them chatted while walking, and they had a good conversation about some spiritual issues.
They had practiced together at Dianjiangtai for five days before, and the two of them had hardly spoken. After arriving at the river viewing platform, we occasionally chatted.
It's not that the relationship between the two of them is good.
But as Cao Jie said, when you are on the battlefield, you are a hero.
On this river-viewing platform, they are a united front, representing Qi and fighting against the geniuses of other countries. After returning to Linzi, I will still fight about what should be fought and care about what should be argued about.
Jiang Wang had gone to the Mysterious Realm to fight, and Chong Xuanzun came from a family of famous generals, so he naturally understood this truth.
One of the two is wearing fluttering white clothes, and the other is wearing a green shirt with a sword.
One is magnificent and the other is calm and calm.
They are all extremely talented, with different natural styles. Even in this river-viewing platform where geniuses gather, it is a very eye-catching presence.
Walking and chatting along the way, it often makes people look back.
"Ji Zhaonan's shot must not be avoided. It should be..."
Zhongxuan Zunzheng said and stopped.
There was someone in front of me, an acquaintance.
Wearing the dark green military uniform of the Spring Death Army, he was supported by an extremely tall figure, with a long face, a high nose and deep eyes.
His body is covered with dust and dirt, and his murderous aura has not disappeared from the battlefield.
Just standing there among the people coming and going.
It's like a flagpole stuck there.
When his eyes came over, the arrogant pride disappeared.
Then he froze.
Also stunned were Chong Xuanzun and Jiang Wang.
"Why are they together?"
"Is this too sudden?"
"I should watch a few more choices..."
The three of them probably had this kind of mental activity.
Silence froze for a moment.
Chong Xuanzun and Wang Yiwu spoke almost at the same time.
"Didn't you say you couldn't come?"
"My master didn't let me come, so I sneaked here."
And then shut up at the same time.
"What's that?" Jiang Wang touched his nose uncomfortably and said to Chongxuan, "I'm going back first."
Wang Yiwu glanced at him indifferently: "Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for you when I come this time. As a soldier, the overall interests of the country are our top priority."
These words were meant to make peace temporarily, but they sounded uncomfortable no matter how hard they were heard.
This guy named Wang is really interesting.
If you don’t know, I thought I lost last time, and now I’m especially afraid of you!
Did I pay attention to you? Are you just going to slap your face on your nose?
Jiang Wang came to Guanhe Terrace here to be number one in the world.
The youthful spirit in my heart is at an all time high. He won't show any weakness to anyone he meets.
The trace of embarrassment he felt earlier was gone. He pressed his sword and raised his eyebrows with an imposing manner: "People are most afraid of making excuses for themselves. In fact, if General Wang wants to cause trouble, it doesn't matter. I don't think it will affect the country. Big picture.”
As soon as Wang Yiwu arrived, he opened his mouth to reassure the country's top talent who had already decided to fight. This was already crazy.
But Jiang Wang's reply was even more crazy. It means that if I solve you, it won’t take any effort at all, so what impact will it have?
Wang Yiwu's eyes darkened.
He ran out on his own without changing into the uniform of the Spring Death Army.
The battle at Jianfeng Mountain made him famous all over the world again.
Having experienced the baptism of war, he clearly has the aura of a "Lord of Soldiers".
This time, all his eyes were on Jiang Wang.
Just one person is like thousands of troops in formation, controlling the horses and waiting for orders, pulling the strings and ready to go.
Jiang Wang looked at him without showing any signs of weakness, like a sharp sword unsheathed, its sharp edge revealed.
You have thousands of troops, what should I fear? It’s just that people come to kill, and horses come to kill horses!
The two were facing each other tit for tat, and if they disagreed, they would have to fight again here.
Only the Tianfu soldiers who were following behind them looked at each other, looking at each other.
It stands to reason that they should all face Wang Yiwu. After all, Wang Yiwu is the pride of their army, and he is the direct disciple of the Great Qi Military God. But the soldiers of Tianfu, represented by Qiao Lin, have really enjoyed getting along with Jiang Wang these days.
The most important thing is that their current duty is to protect Jiang Wang.
Soldiers must be on the side of duty, but Jiang Wang and Wang Yiwu... does fighting count as an attack?
Jiang Wang's blood surged, should they stop him?
So for a while, there was a bit of a dilemma.
On the other hand, Zhong Xuanzun, who was fluttering in white clothes, took a step forward casually and easily cut off the momentum collision between the two.
He shook his head helplessly: "I said, why don't you two argue with each other after you return to Linzi? This is the river viewing platform after all. All the countries in the world are watching!"
The pillar of Liuhe behind him is still protruding from the top of the clouds.
The waves of the long river in the distance are still rolling by.
On the river viewing platform, people wearing costumes from various countries were still coming and going.
Those Tianfu soldiers were still looking at each other in confusion.
Wang Yiwu raised his chin, and finally withdrew his gaze, expressionless.
If it weren't for his arrogance and stubbornness, Jiang Wang wouldn't pay attention to him at all. Now he didn't want to let other countries see the joke, so his right hand left the hilt of the sword.
"Let's go." Chongxuan sighed: "Go back to Qijie first."
Although these two people are at war with each other, there is no other way. There is only one road, and there is only one foothold on Qi Street. Deliberately being in tandem will only make it more embarrassing, and who is in front and who is behind? One of them said that they were going to fight again... so we had to go back together.
Chong Xuanzun walked silently in the middle.
With Jiang Wang here, it is not good for Chong Xuanzun and Wang Yiwu to say anything alone, and it is even worse to force Jiang Wang to say something together.
All in all very uncomfortable.
The three of them were silent along the way, silently speeding up their pace - at this point, they had a very tacit understanding.
With this speed increase, Qijie will arrive soon.
In the queue of Tianfu soldiers, Qiao Lin also breathed a sigh of relief. Just now he almost used the military's warning weapon to invite General Cao.
Turning a corner ahead, you will see the tall archway of Qi Street.
There was a Tianfu sergeant standing in front. As soon as he saw them, he immediately turned in. Maybe Cao was waiting for news about them.
Jiang Wang and the other three took a few steps forward half embarrassedly, feeling a sense of relief in their hearts.
Suddenly, gongs and drums roared, firecrackers exploded, and fireworks reflected in the sky.
Amidst the sudden noise, a large group of people came out with smiles on their faces.
There are Xu Xiangqian, Zhao Wuyan, Zishu, Li Longchuan, Yan Fu and Wen Tinglan.
The armored Fourteen was holding a gong and stood firm.
Chongxuan Sheng, one person as wide as two people, held a gong mallet tied with red silk and beat it happily.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang!!!"
He opened his fat hands, turned around, and smiled several times on his fat face: "Surprise!"
The smile froze.
The words "Jiang Qingyang" on his lips were swallowed.
appeared before him.
From left to right, there are Wang Yiwu wearing the dark green military uniform of the Spring Death Army, Zhong Xuanzun wearing fluttering white clothes, and finally Jiang Qingyang wearing a green shirt and holding a sword.
Wang Yiwu's face was expressionless, Zhong Xuanzun's eyebrows jumped, and Jiang Qingyang covered her face with one hand.
What a stiff scene your mother is in!
For a while, the gongs and drums stopped, and the smiling people stopped talking.
Zishu, who didn't know what was going on, clapped his hands and slowly stopped...
The congratulatory message created by many great talents was muttered in his mouth, "Qing Yang Qing Yang, you are the strongest! Jiang Wang Jiang Wang, the number one is in sight!" Finally I couldn't look at it anymore...
Only the lit fireworks and firecrackers were still exploding bundle by bundle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The colorful colors danced in the sky, as if giving a warm annotation to this embarrassing scene.
