Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 1692

Not strong, even a little thin, the man held a long sword and stood straight on the high slope of the loess.

That ghost face seemed to emit a strange laugh under the sun, and together with the whistling wind, it spread to the ears of everyone on the city wall.

"Who's here?" Mo Aotian's face darkened.

He didn't like the unexpected situation.

He searched all the people under the female peasant queen, and there was no such role at all.

"Ghost face." The man's light voice blew gently with the wind.

The voice was faint and a little cold.

It was impossible for such a soft voice to come through. This person used internal force to transmit the sound.

With such a display, the people on the city wall began to evaluate in their hearts.

"What is the background of this person?"

"This internal strength doesn't need to be inferior to Jiang Shuai."

"The female peasant queen actually hid such a secret weapon."

"It was two to one yesterday, if this person wins again..."

"We won't lose! Isn't it just another person we don't know the details of? Maybe it's an embroidered pillow. Knowing internal strength doesn't mean being able to fight!"

"That's true. Many children from martial arts families have deep internal strength, but when they really fight, they don't have any actual combat experience."

Everyone started whispering each other.

Mo Aotian's frown became tighter and tighter.

Before the war started, my side was already in chaos.

No military discipline at all.

How could such a whispering appearance look like a general?

I'm afraid that the little soldiers will not be so unruly.

Mo Aotian's eyes became more gloomy, these people are all high in martial arts, but they are also reckless.

sooner or later...

Mo Aotian clenched his fists, his expression calmed down, and he said: "Go and meet him alone."

"My lord, no!"

"No!"

"The origin of this person is unknown. If he is used to tricks, what should he do?"

"My lord, let's go."

Mo Aotian looked at them silently: "Then you, who invites you to fight?"

As soon as this remark came out, they were all very good at talking just now, but now they all shut up.

"Heh." Mo Aotian sneered.

Mo Aotian's indifferent eyes swept across them, and finally landed on one person: "Since you don't invite the fight, then I will pick someone else."

"My lord, please dispatch." Everyone said in unison, as if rushing to express, but their eyes were dodging, as if they were praying in their hearts not to choose themselves.

Mo Aotian said indifferently: "This person's origin is unknown, he doesn't know the details, but his inner strength is profound. The only one with the highest inner strength here is Old Chen."

Old Chen who was named froze.

He used to be the head of a small sect in the Jianghu, but the good and evil parties fought, the Jianghu was in chaos, and his sect was almost dispersed, so he came out to ask for a living.

Originally, I thought that people from these dynasties would only intrigue. I have an iron fist, and if I really faced a hard fist, any intrigue would be vulnerable.

But after becoming Mo Aotian's subordinate and getting in touch with many people, he realized that he was too childish.

There are too many people with brains and strength.

I don't have much fame in Jianghu, in this troubled world, if I don't rely on Mo Aotian, I am afraid that I will not live long.

He was reluctant in his heart, but he stood up and said, "This subordinate goes to battle!"

Mo Aotian took a deep look at him, and said: "The war of attrition, let's find out more."

Chen Lao gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, this subordinate obeys!"

A war of attrition will inevitably lead to injuries. If the opponent is stronger than oneself, it is a change of direction to order oneself not to admit defeat, but to fight to the end and use all the opponent's tricks.

But this kind of slamming can also kill you at any time.

(End of this chapter)