Chu Li took a look at the tent and was quite satisfied.
The tent is very spacious, not as narrow as imagined. There are two beds, two cabinets and two desks. It is clean and tidy without any mess.
"Two people live here?"
"Originally there were two people, but now it's just you."
"All the original people are dead?"
"Yes." Lao Fan said nonchalantly: "Everyone is gone. We are the only two brothers left in the entire Fengrui camp, and now you are the one to join us!"
Xu Cihang said: "There were six people the day before yesterday, and only two of us came back."
"At the beginning, there were thirty people in our camp." Lao Fan pointed to the surrounding tents: "It was quite lively. With this battle, our Fengrui camp was like dumplings, and they all went into the pot. It was quickly eaten!”
"Old Fan, what are you talking about?" Xu Cihang said angrily: "Do you still want to eat dumplings!... Come on, Xiao Zhao, let's continue talking to us, why are we so miserable, with such ups and downs? It's so exciting. !”
Chu Li sat down on a bed, crossed his legs and told the story roughly.
He didn't tell the details, only how he entered the Holy Sect of Light, and then his guide was killed, so he killed the altar owner who stumbled, and then he was punished by the canon and came here.
"Well done!" Lao Fan patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Love and justice, that's how a good man should be!"
"There's no need to do this." Xu Cihang curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "If it were me, I would keep silent for now and immerse myself in sex. When I become the Dharma King, I will deal with this altar owner and let him taste the feeling of being killed by a tripper. "
Chu Li said: "He is in Luoqiu City. After this battle, he will probably become the Dharma King."
"Sigh..., there is nothing we can do." Xu Cihang nodded: "Then we can only act as soon as possible, your life is not good."
Chu Li smiled: "If you have no choice but to do something, you can only do this."
He could see that his behavior made them admire him very much, and they also wanted to make friends. Everyone likes people who value love and justice.
"Our three brothers probably won't live long." Fan Yang said with a smile: "You will be able to meet your sweetheart soon. I am the most pitiful because I don't have a sweetheart yet!"
While he was talking, the armored soldier came back again, carrying a long sheathed knife in one hand and a suit of armor in the other. He came in and threw it to the ground: "All right!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, as if he was afraid of getting into bad luck.
Xu Cihang stared at the back of the armored soldier and groaned, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
Fan Yang chuckled and said, "Come on, let's try to see if it fits. Armor is a life-saving thing."
He stepped forward and picked up the armor and handed it to Chu Li.
Chu Li picked it up in his hand. It was light and seemed to be cloth armor. He knocked on it and found that the armor was very strong. Although it was far inferior to his own Floating Sky Silkworm Treasure Clothes, it could still block swords and guns on the battlefield.
He picked up the long sword again and took it out of its sheath. The blade was bright and cold, and it was a sharp blade. Although it was not a precious sword, it was also rare and sharp.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"How about it, can it still catch your eye?" Fan Yang chuckled and said: "It is no match for the weapons of your Light Holy Religion."
Chu Li said: "No worse than those of the Guangming Holy Sect."
Fan Yang smiled and said: "Is it really that good?"
Chu Li nodded: "The Guangming Holy Religion has a divine weapon hall. The weapons they make are similar to this one, but the swords of the next level are certainly better than this one."
"Sigh... It is said that there is a Que Dao Palace in Daqiu Wulin, which contains many precious swords." Fan Yang sighed: "If I can have a precious sword, I will be even more powerful when going into battle."
"Old Fan, stop daydreaming!" Xu Cihang snorted.
Chu Li put the long knife in his hand and put the armor on his body.
"Come on, let's go figure it out." Fan Yang chuckled and said, "We will be a team from now on, and we will know the details."
They also wanted to learn the martial arts of the disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult. If they could defeat the disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult, that would be an exciting thing.
The three of them came to the school martial arts field, and each took an ironwood knife. It was as heavy as a real knife, and it was painful enough to cut it on the body.
Chu Li was determined to establish his power and restrained them with one strike.
The two of them were convinced at this moment, praising that they were worthy disciples of the Holy Sect of Light.
Chu Li secretly sighed at the importance of his identity. His identity as the Holy Sect of Light overwhelmed them first, and then he showed off his powerful martial arts. The two of them were immediately convinced and convinced without any effort at all.
He also learned about their origins. Lao Fan was a martial arts man. He killed a court official and was sent to Fengrui Camp. He stayed in Fengrui Camp for ten years and lived a happy life because there were no major battles.
Xu Cihang was originally a centurion, but later he got into a fight with another centurion and accidentally killed the other centurion, so he was sent here for four years.
Both of them are masters of Tianwaitian. In his eyes, they are not worth mentioning and vulnerable, but to others they are already rare masters. After all, masters of Tianwaitian are very rare, which is why they can survive to this day.
In the following days, Fengrui Camp seemed to be forgotten.
The Yingyang Army sent out from time to time, but nothing happened to the Fengrui Battalion. Firstly, there were few people, and secondly, it was because of Yang Ping, who didn't want to give Chu Li a chance to make meritorious deeds.
Chu Li practiced in Fengrui Camp during the day, and returned to his house in Fucheng at night to talk to Xiao Qi, or stroll along the river and go boating on the river. He had already bought a small boat and could take it for fun at any time.
During the day, while practicing his martial arts, he would also use the Great Round Mirror to observe the entire Yingyang Army to see how they trained and how they cooperated. In terms of the benefits of cavalry, Dali was not as good as Daqiu, and Daji was not as good as Dali. In the final analysis, it was training. A matter of method.
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Seven days later at noon, footsteps suddenly came from outside. Da Yuan Jingzhi saw a group of people led by an armored soldier arriving at the school martial arts field of Fengrui Camp.
This armored soldier is the one who brought Chu Li here before. His surname is Jiang, Jiang Jinfu, and he is the general's close guard.
Fan Yang greeted him with a smile.
"Old Fan, I'll leave them to you. They are the prisoners on death row who came from the imperial court this time. None of them are good!" Jiang Jinfu said loudly.
Fan Yang nodded with a smile: "Leave it to me!"
"Train them well, otherwise they will simply lose their lives on the battlefield!" Jiang Jinfu said.
"No problem!" Fan Yang smiled.
Jiang Jinfu shouted loudly: "The new one, Zhao Dahe, come with me to get the armor!"
Chu Li sat on the bed and didn't move, as if he didn't hear it.
Fan Yang said hurriedly: "No need for Lao Zhao, just me and Xiao Xu!"
"Huh -?" Jiang Jinfu frowned and looked at him.
Fan Yang said with a smile: "He is taking the time to practice these days."
Jiang Jinfu's face darkened: "It seems I can't control him!"
Fan Yang smiled and said: "He is busy, so let's just do it!"
The strong are also respected in the army. The two admired Chu Li's martial arts. In addition, Chu Li also gave them guidance and made their martial arts improve greatly.
Of course, he can't be bothered with such trivial errands.
Jiang Jinfu sneered: "As expected of a disciple of the Holy Sect of Light, he is so arrogant! ... I still have to let him go today!" (To be continued.)