"Did he really do that?"

In the afternoon of the second day, Gui Yun stood in the room and made a statement with him.

"General Cui has not stopped for a moment, and he is still holding on now. None of the soldiers in Xiaoqi Camp can match him."

Shen Li frowned and said nothing for a long time.

"Stupid, Xiaoqi Camp has a large number of people, even if he is made of iron, he can't last long."

"Grandpa...you're worried..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Before Gui Yun finished speaking, he was interrupted by him.

"You go to prepare the car, I'm going out for a trip."

Gui Yun didn't ask any further questions, and immediately left the door.

Just happened to meet Xunfeng who brought tea in.

Xunfeng saw that he was putting on his coat by himself, put down his things and was about to go there, but he put it on in twos and twos, "Master, what are you doing? You haven't taken the medicine yet..."

"Don't drink anymore, I'll go back when I go." After saying that, he left the bedroom without looking back, Xun Feng hurriedly followed without thinking.

The afternoon sun was especially basking in the sun, and Jin Zhao's forehead was covered with sweat, and people seemed to have double images.

He was only wearing a middle coat, but he also felt extremely hot. The clothes on his body were soaked in sweat, and he could no longer look at them.

He blocked the glare of the sun with his hands, glanced at the soldiers in neat formation, and raised his lips, "Why is no one coming up? Where is this?"

The defeated soldiers stood aside with dejected faces, staring at the upright man on the ring with disbelief on their faces.

None of them survived the three moves under his command. For those who survived the three moves, he kept his word and promoted them.

Until the evening, he stood there resolutely, showing no sign of falling down.

Jin Zhao felt dizzy, and his body was obviously unable to bear the load, but this was a tough battle, and he had to endure no matter what.

The subordinates turned on the night lights again, Jin Zhao supported his body with his sword, until a soldier appeared in front of him, he looked at him for a long time, but did not move.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he heard a tender and jerky voice, "Cui... General Cui, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Jin Zhao looked at him for a long while, not knowing whether it was because of the dim light in the evening or other reasons, he didn't recognize this person for a while.

The young man approached Jin Zhao intentionally, and said in a low voice, "General Cui, you saved my sister at the Jingxin Place Poetry Fair back then."

After speaking, he intentionally gave Jin Zhao a slight push, in order to cover up the gap between the two talking.

Speaking of this, Jin Zhao probably remembered a little bit, and he didn't pay attention to these things that day, but he didn't expect this kid to remember him. After a few months, he has grown a lot.

"General, I have been trying to find a way to see you these days, but I haven't seen you. You are in a very bad state now, so don't hold on."

Jin Zhao smiled lightly at him, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"There are countless soldiers in Xiaoqi Camp. Do you really plan to keep fighting like this? These people are obviously trying to trouble you on purpose. Can't you see it? Just ignore it." The young man's face was full of worry,Seeing this, Jin Zhao patted him on the shoulder, "Boy, concentrate!"

Jin Zhao didn't take his words to heart, it was obviously a tug-of-war, and he couldn't compromise too easily, otherwise this group of people would have something to say again.

And... the number has already passed quite a bit, if you persist for a while, it should be almost there.

The boy was knocked off the field, and a strong man came up immediately after.

As soon as he came up, Jin Zhao felt a burst of inexplicable hostility. This person looked a little familiar, but in his current state, he couldn't remember anything.

The man's face was tough, his eyes released a strong killing intent, and the knuckles holding the hilt of the sword were slightly white.

Before Jin Zhao could stand still, Jianfeng was straight at his face.