The roaring sound of the bears roared one or two hundred people who had escaped here in rags were inexplicably surprised, and they looked at the giant bears that fell from the sky in amazement.

Accompanied by bear roars, loud bangs, the ground trembled, and in just a moment, the screams and screams in the mountains and forests outside disappeared.

Then, with a majestic lion roar, a lion flew in the air in the distance, and clouds emerged from under his feet, and Yang Shandeng, wearing a white robe, sat upright on his back.

"Fellow Daoist Yunhui!" The first white giant bear who took action was approaching Yang Shandeng, and his body shrank and turned into a burly man wearing white hair. He bowed a little politely to Yang Shandeng: "Thank you for your advice, letting us know that the younger generation of bears were massacred. Today, we can kill foreign enemies and avenge them. My Feixiong clan is very grateful."

"Elder Bai Bear, you're welcome," Yang Shandeng smiled heartily: "Although we human cultivators have some celebrations with the demon clan, it is ultimately my own business in the Chinese cultivation world. But those foreign tribes dare to invade our China, burn, kill, and plunder. It's really not a pity to die."

"Fellow Daoist Yunhui is much more admirable than those so-called masters of cultivation. No wonder this friend of the lion tribe is willing to follow," said Elder Baixiong, unable to help but look at the majestic lion riding by Yang Shandeng.

The lion also spoke, "My lion clan has long been gone. If the old master had not rescued me and brought me back to the Wudang Fairyland to practice, how could I have today? Now that I can help the young master do something, it would be better to practice in this world."

"The Lion King is so good at Taoism, it is worthy of being guided by Master Zhang of Wudang," Elder Baixiong nodded slightly when he heard it, and then said, "I won't disturb your business anymore, so I will say goodbye. In the secular world, we, the demon clan, don't interfere too much, so as not to attract the attention of those cultivation sects, and it will only add trouble."

After Elder Baixiong left, Yang Shandeng took the lion and then floated to the one or two hundred ragged men and asked politely: "Who is Commander Yang among you?"

"I am Yang." One of the tall and thin men who looked thirty or forty years old and had a little unshaven beard stepped forward and said. Looking at Yang Shandeng, it was really hard to calm down. In his beliefs and the people around him, they would never believe that there are any monsters or gods in this world. But what happened today broke their cognition, and they were afraid they would never forget it in their lives.

Seeing the tall and thin man Yang Shandeng, he couldn't help but smile and said, "So you are Commander Yang! Yun Hui, a disciple of Wudang, learned that Commander Yang was in danger, so he came to save him, but fortunately he was not late."

"Wudang disciple?" The tall and thin man was a little surprised when he heard this, and then said, "Thank you, hero."

However, before he could finish his words, a figure was already walking and flashing out of the mountains and forests as if flying. Soon he came close to him and turned into a strong man in a thin and coarse cloth robe. After seeing Yang Shandeng, he hurried forward and knelt down respectfully and saluted: "Disciple Zishan pays homage to the great master!"

While kneeling down, the round heads in Zishan's hands were also scattered all over the ground. Some blood was already dry, and even made with lime, but there were still two still learning, and almost every head was shocked.

"Cheng" saw the face of one of the heads, and his face changed and the master man who hurriedly stepped forward. The next moment, his expression of pain and complexity became more painful.

Yang Shandeng said calmly: "I guess these heads are familiar to Commander Yang. In fact, in addition to these traitors and traitors, there should be someone in your team who have a strange intention."

As he said that, his eyes swept across the 200 ragged men in front of him like lightning, he keenly noticed that one of them had changed his expression.

"Zishan!" As Yang Shandeng shouted softly, Zishan, who threw down the heads in his hand, jumped up, and his figure entered the crowd in an illusion, and then pulled out a person, causing everyone to scream and riot.

The tall and thin man with a slightly changed face raised his hand to stop everyone who wanted to take action. Looking at the young man with a pale and trembling face, he couldn't help but say, "Master Yunhui, I'm very grateful to you for traveling thousands of miles to save us. But can you really be sure that he is a traitor?"

"No, I am not a traitor. I have been through life and death with my comrades, and have been injured more than once or twice. How could it be a traitor?" the young man couldn't help but say hurriedly.

His words immediately resonated with everyone, but Yang Shandeng couldn't help but sneer: "Injured? Among you, who has not been injured? Who has come from life and death? But not everyone can withstand the experience of life and death, hunger, coldness and despair. You say you are not a traitor, then okay, look at your Commander Yang, look in his eyes, and tell him that you are not a traitor."

When the young man heard this, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the tall and thin man. Facing the tall and thin man with a solemn look like lightning, he just glanced at him and then subconsciously lowered his head, and then said in pain: "I don't want to be a traitor, I don't want to be what I don't want!"

"What?" Everyone was shocked when they heard his words, and they were both shocked, angry and sad, looking at the young man in a fury.

The tall and thin man's body, which seemed to never be pressed, was also bent a little now, and his thin and weather-beaten face showed a hint of regret: "You can forget our faith, but you should not forget that you are a Chinese!"

Finally, the Chinese roar with three words full of regret and disappointment made the young man fall to the ground with a trembling body, and cried with his head in his arms.

Looking at the tall and thin man with an angry face but red eyes and the silent people, Yang Shandeng, who sighed in his heart, turned around and left silently.

Who am I? This is something that everyone should know, but often many people don’t know, or they will choose to forget.

But I think what everyone should not forget is that we are descendants of Yan and Huang, and the sons and daughters of China. Our China has a glorious and brilliant history of civilization. No matter how many sufferings we have experienced, the great Chinese nation still stands in the East. No one can occupy the land we have lived for generations, let alone take it away.

Who am I? Is the young boy falling down on the battlefield, the old man sewing stitches, the experts and scholars who study day and night, the stars falling on the battlefield, the old and young man waiting in their homes, or the busy workers in the factory?

Who am I? When the song of victory is sung, when the Chinese nation truly stands up, rises again in the East, and stands among the nations of the world. I can proudly say that no matter what I do, whether I am always young, poor or rich, I have an identity, a great identity, a proud identity, a proud identity, and a proud identity. I am a member of the Chinese nation and I am a Chinese. I am proud of it and proud of it!

Have you ever understood that there was a group of people who fought for their ideals and faith, doing everything, not afraid of sacrifice, and shouting out that sentence for future generations and descendants proudly. I am Chinese!

Yang Shandeng's power is limited, but countless great ancestors have made the pace of rejuvenation and rise of the Chinese nation more steadily and faster.
Chapter completed!