Chapter 297 (1/2)
In the Taihang palace, under the nine storey tower, after Peng Mu's voice dropped, they fell into a burst of silence. Wang Jing unconsciously appeared in his mind a young face that was not angry and self-confident, but in his heart, he emerged more and more indomitable strength. The people who returned to Fengcheng, as such, were stubborn.
So Wang Jing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, ”since Xiaowei is lucky enough to fight with Tianhui army, can you describe it in detail? I don't want us to be looked down upon as the most elite of the whole army.”
Then Peng Mu's eyes, showing a little color of memory, and then a word from his mouth was said.
”The crushing, the strong, the unexpected, the crushing.”
Every word was said, Wang Jing's face began to be dignified, because his mind thought of a man standing under the impact of thousands of beasts, who could not fall out of the sky and block the sun. As Peng Mu said, if Tianhui's army was full of such taboos against heaven, they would be crushed crazily. But how could the son Lang of Da Xia Fengcheng admit defeat so easily So he went on to say:
”even though they are strong, the number of them is limited. Even if ten great masters who are in charge of the birth and death realm meet us, which is composed of tens of thousands of the most elite troops in the summer, they also need to avoid their edge.”
”Therefore, your majesty mentioned in the imperial edict that all armies can be friends and enemies, and they can survive until the final victory, because there is no guarantee that before the Tianhui army is cleared, all the armies will not fall into a struggle.”
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, his majesty will not be able to choose the best soldiers, so they will not be caught in the battle
Although Peng Mu's words were cruel, they pointed out the situation faced by the election.
The Dragon without a head, a loose sand!
After a brief discussion, both of them are intelligent people. Naturally, they can see the crux of the problem. So for a while, silence replaced them. But suddenly, a very confident voice broke the silence at the moment.
”Then let me be the hand to gather and disperse quicksand, and the head of the gathering dragons.”
Suddenly, Peng Mu suddenly turned his head and saw the young sergeant's serious face and eyes. Wang Jing, who was talking softly, did not see it. When referring to the word Fengcheng, the giant Jiashi, who was also sitting beside him, shrunk his pupils severely, and even his calm hands trembled.
The ancients said that he was more timid in his hometown, but when he heard the word ”Hometown” from afar, Peng Mu's heart could not help shaking, but then he suppressed his heart throbbing and continued to listen to Wang Jing's story, and his appreciation in his eyes became stronger and stronger.