Ye Congwen twitched the corners of his lips, not bothering to argue with the eight illiterate people. He rushed forward with the flagpole on his shoulders and shouted:
"Golden Hairpin'er leads the way, and we head straight to the battlefield where the four purple ducks are."
Before he finished speaking, the person was already several miles away.
Dozens of miles away, Di Cheng's Beidi team was being attacked by the Four Gods and Eight Saints plus a territorial patrol consisting of four purple Yuan cubs.
As the saying goes, if someone is unlucky enough to drink cold water, his teeth will be blocked. Now Di Cheng fully understands the true meaning of this sentence.
The goddess who has been secretly in love for hundreds of years was caught first, but this damn Purple Yuan Patrol stuck to him.
Things that shouldn't have left have gone, and things that shouldn't have come have come.
Looking at the four extra purple ducks, I wanted to ask:
"Is there a green light on my head? Why are you always chasing me? With other combined formations, you scare me, just hit me for a few minutes and then turn around, but why do you hit me for two hours when you hit my head? Still unwilling to leave?
Do you think I'm easy to bully? "
Di Cheng wanted to show off his domineering power, but suddenly he was promoted to the True God Realm. He grabbed the neck of a purple mandarin cub with one hand and cracked its throat inhumanely hand.
Unexpectedly, the dream failed to come true, and instead, the demon bird sneaked into the center of his Xingtian Combination Formation. He staggered back four or five steps, almost fell to the ground, and almost broke the combined formation.
"My lord, what's wrong with you these days? You're always distracted and restless. Is it because the arrow wound hasn't healed yet?"
A follower asked cautiously. He wanted to find out what was wrong with Di Cheng, but was afraid that he would get angry and beat him up.
"This damn Qingluan! He stabbed me with several arrows before he died! Next time I see it, I have to skin it."
Di Cheng borrowed the donkey from the slope and uttered a few harsh words in the direction of the tribesmen, then turned around and lamented silently in his heart:
"The arrow wound on my body has long since healed, but the arrow wound on my heart cannot heal."
"Don't worry, my lord, you will never see that Qingluan cub again."
"Oh, why is that?"
"Didn't it self-destruct? How could you see it? Unless you went below to find it."
"If you can't speak, don't speak. No one will think you are mute!"
Di Cheng glared at his followers, interrupted the extremely unpleasant conversation, and focused all his energy on commanding the formation.
The Four Gods and Eight Saints attack together, and the territorial patrol team composed of four purple ducks surrounds them. Di Cheng is hurting his head and buttocks, focusing on one thing but not the other.
The fight was very frustrating. I looked around and couldn't find a helping hand. Instead, there were many yellow-level demon birds in the semi-god and semi-saint realm eager to try and wait for the opportunity.
As long as the giant falls and the combined formation falls apart, these ordinary demon birds will rush over without hesitation. At that time, it is not about whether they can break into the Phoenix Immortal Ridge to save the commander, but about whether they can save their lives and retreat to a safe place. Go to the Wushuang Wudui camp.
"Brothers and sisters, cheer up, our Beidi Wuji Battalion is no less powerful than others. If they can get in, so can we!"
Di Cheng shouted loudly, whether it was killing the enemy or attacking the city, morale was the key factor in victory. As the captain of a hundred-man team, he still had this common sense.
Unexpectedly, I roared, and I only heard a few sporadic responses from the guards around me, each of them muttering:
"In terms of strength, our Wuji Battalion team is slightly stronger than West Wu Wujing Battalion team, but you, the captain, are luckier than Yao Yue.
The princess is not bad at all.
I didn’t see that the West Witch team had transformed from a sick cat that was bullied by everyone, to a fierce tiger down the mountain since they got on the Xiaoyao Chariot to recuperate and recuperate.
In just half a day, the West Witch team has become a vanguard!
Taken together, our Beidi team is a little better than the West Wu team, but because of you as a cumbersome captain, we are far behind the West Wu team. "
It's a pity that due to his little prince's face, he can only understand with his eyes and his heart.
"Didn't eat
Food! The sound is so small! "
Di Cheng roared dissatisfied.
"Your Majesty, we have been chased and beaten by the Four Gods and Eight Saints for three days and three nights. We have not even had time to wipe our sweat. How can we have time to eat?"
"We are not as lucky as the Xiwu people. We sit in a chariot and sleep well after eating and drinking!"
Hungry people have bad tempers, and Di Cheng's roar was like a fuse, igniting everyone's anger.
Everyone no longer cared about the identity of young prince Di Cheng and retorted dissatisfiedly.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Where did the chariot come from in this deep mountain and forest?"
DiCheng stared wide-eyed and shouted without even thinking.
"That flagpole carried by Zhen Xiaoyao! Didn't you see that when the West Witch team was cornered by the demon bird, Princess Yaoyue rescued them with Xiaoyao's chariot?
Ninety-nine people hung on the flagpole. Zhen Xiaoyao carried the flagpole and used the ghost-like steps that were unique in the world, and escaped in the blink of an eye. "
There was envy in the Beidi people's eyes. They had been fighting for three days and three nights. They had not eaten a bite of food or taken a nap. If they could ride on this free chariot for an hour, it would be better if they didn't want the Princess of Beidi.
Upon hearing the word Zhen Xiaoyao, Di Cheng was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His hair suddenly exploded and he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"What a free chariot and all the bells and whistles? Our Beidi team are all upright men from Mobei. Do we need to rely on a group of women to save us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Xiaoyao appeared a few miles away carrying a flagpole. Before Di Cheng could see him, he heard eight angry female voices:
"A dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't recognize a good heart. Brother Xiaoyao, let's go!"
"Since they are so powerful, let them carry on!"
"It's us sisters who are meddling in other people's business. Sisters, let's help other teams in need!"
"Don't hang around here, be careful, it will be our fault if you lose!"
"With such a broad mind and such magnanimity, it's no wonder that Princess Yao Yue wants to fall in love with her."
"Of course, look at how magnanimous my brother Xiaoyao is. Enemies of life and death can turn enemies into friends. If I were Princess Yaoyue, I would crawl into his cave even after dark."
When the eight sisters cursed, they kept slashing like machine guns, but the guns couldn't pierce them.
Di Cheng was scolded so hard that he couldn't even speak.
Seeing that these eight sisters were making enemies for him again, Ye Congwen quickly retorted:
"You eight sisters, don't talk nonsense. Princess Yaoyue and I have never known each other before we fought. Now we have turned enemies into friends. We are just friends."
"I know, I know, we eight sisters are not jealous women. Why don't we just marry one more Shi Yaoyue! More people means more pairs of chopsticks and more bowls. If you marry eight or nine, what's the difference?"
With a wave of her little hand, Yin Hua'er told Zhen Xiaoyao that she didn't have to be secretive. It was her ability to marry Princess Xiwu back home. We little daughters-in-law were also very honored.
Fortunately - haven't you seen that some young princes have been licking for more than a hundred years without even holding their hands?
Ye Congwen shut his mouth obediently. These eight sisters are determined to frame people. I can't win by myself.
To argue is to quibble, and to be silent is to acquiesce. The more you say, the more mistakes you make, and the less you say, the less you make mistakes. Anyway, after getting along with each other for so many days, I have long known that these eight sisters are not fuel-efficient lamps.
It's better to leave early. Di Cheng in the province is so angry with these eight sisters. Who will command the Beidi team then?
Before Di Cheng, who was so angry and frowning, could say anything, Ye Congwen carried the flagpole and walked forward. Since Di Cheng could still carry it, let him carry it again.
Using ghost-like steps, he moved away from the sixteen demon birds and ran towards the battlefield ahead.
"A bunch of shrews! Our Beidi team is invincible. How many of you need help?"
Di Cheng angrily retorted, "These people have such a bad attitude that they are not qualified to hunt demon birds with me, Di Cheng."
Seeing the savior being scolded away by Di Cheng in the blink of an eye, every member of the Beidi team was dumbfounded. They once suspected that Di Cheng had suicidal tendencies.
After all, I often hear that some people can't accept being broken up in love, and finally choose to commit suicide - from now on, you have to keep an eye on him.
Ye Congwen carried the flagpole and stood next to the nine combined formations in front. The eight sisters took the immortal weapons and aimed at the Four Gods and Eight Saints combined attack team from time to time.
Whether it is the four sacred birds, the purple mandarin, the white swan, the golden roc, the green phoenix, or the eight sacred birds such as the peacock Bifang, once the red phoenix claw appears, the coercion in the blood can be felt instantly.
Even if he was fighting against the giant of the combined formation, he couldn't help but glance at the phoenix claw. For a moment, even the attack speed slowed down.
When the Xingtian Fusion Formation team saw that they had a helper, and it was Xiaoyao Chariot who held an immortal weapon, they immediately became eager to fight. With the precedent of the West Witch team, they also wanted to experience the feeling of a sick cat turning into a tiger.
The tomahawk, which is dozens of meters wide, chops faster and faster. One ax is faster than the other. In an instant, it turns from defense to offense. Even the energy shield used to protect the body is replaced by a giant ax with full attack power. The two axes strike together, but instead The demon bird was forced to speed up its attack.
Seeing that the effect was achieved, the eight sisters ran to the previous battlefield again. They used the same routine over and over again seven or eight times, and it was always tried and true.
"Sister Ling'er, this Phoenix Immortal Claw is so powerful, why didn't you know how to use it to deal with demonic birds before?
Treating it like a gold ingot every day and hiding it tightly in your clothes is such a waste of an immortal weapon! "
Jin Hairpin took the Phoenix Claw and turned it over and over. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and the more she played with it, the more she couldn't put it down.
"Stop pretending to be an afterthought in front of me! Before Brother Xiaoyao came, we eight sisters had tried this Phoenix Claw countless times in our hands. We had fried it over fire, frozen it in Yin River water, and even chopped it under thunder and lightning. , have you ever reacted to it?
And haven’t our eight true god-level grandparents also seen it? They also used True God Realm energy to activate it, but they still remained motionless, with no reaction at all?
What do you mean by this now? Didn't you, Jin Hairpin, hold this phoenix fairy claw to sleep before? "
Feng Ling'er retorted with reason, refuting Jin Hairpin'er until she had nothing to say, so she had to change the topic to Zhen Xiaoyao:
"Sister, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. Why did the Phoenix Immortal Claw come back to life when Brother Xiaoyao came?
Could it be said that it found a companion and met a fellow villager? Or does it mean that it has found its real owner and wants to recognize it? "
