That is, there is no wind in Yiguan today, but someone’s legs are like the wind.

The man with his legs as wind is named Song Cheng, and he is General Li Yi's personal bodyguard. He is not old and inevitably has a bit of fun, but his cultivation is more than 18,000 miles stronger than Zhang Xiaodao.

He passed through the simple gate of the general's mansion and the slightly shabby courtyard, rushed straight into Li Yi's study, shouting: "General, general."

Li Yi, who was lying in front of the case, holding a book in a decent manner, raised his eyebrows, did not scold him, but said, "How is it?"

Song Cheng, who had no sweat stains on his face, but was slightly breathing, said: "He knocked down seven of them this morning, and finally forced Yang Pinglin into anger and slapped him thirteen palms in a row."

The wrinkles of Li Yi's old face gathered together and said with a smile: "It's faster than I expected."

"This is not faster. He could only hit two punches half a month ago. Now it's different, and they are a bit of a match."

As he said that, Song Cheng asked curiously: "General, where did you find the freak?"

Li Yi put down the book and narrowed his eyes and said, "In a small county town, he killed a man from the Great Wilderness with a knife."

Song Cheng looked surprised and said, "He should still be at the level of cyclone level in Qi Practice Realm."

"The situation was a bit special at that time, but I like the decisive smell."

Song Cheng nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, looking at his energy, I have an illusion that Wu Daxiong may not have dealt with him."

Li Yi tapped the desk with his fingers, and after a while, he asked, "Have you said that Yang Qing?"

Song Cheng said embarrassedly: "I went there when Sister Qing, she said she treated Zhang Xiaodao as her younger brother."

"Puff." Li Yi laughed. Yang Qing's dark woman had this day. The more he thought about it, the louder he laughed.

Song Cheng only knew Yang Qing’s reputation among the army, but he didn’t know his identity and background. Of course, he couldn’t laugh. He just asked in confusion: “General, why did you want me to persuade Yang Qing?”

"Because this is a funny thing."

Li Yi naturally could not say that if Yang Qing agreed to his request, it would mean that Zhang Xiaodao was just an optional person to her, and generally dispensable person would become a chess piece in her hand, and he did not want Zhang Xiaodao to become a chess piece.

And if Yang Qing firmly opposes it, then this is really a ridiculous thing.

Song Cheng still didn't feel that it was ridiculous. He looked at Li Yi in a very good mood and said, "By the way, General, because Zhang Xiaodao's military camp was busy recently, he fought twice a day, and he has been admired by many people until now. Hu Ben said he wanted to see Zhang Xiaodao, and he was staying overnight by Yang Qing every day. I really envied many border soldiers, waiting for him to subdue him. Those people have excuses to teach a lesson."

"Good thing." Li Yi stood up and said, "I'll send a message to Wu Daxiong in private and try to kill him. I want to see how much this kid can stick to it. When I imagine that Yang Qing took out his family's foundation, I want to laugh. It's not easy to get it."

Song Cheng was confused when he heard this, but nodded and said again: "After Zhang Xiaodao finished fighting this morning, he said he would not fight tonight. Everyone should get up early tomorrow, and they are afraid they will play with one and nine tomorrow."

Li Yi nodded and said with great interest: "Tomorrow morning, we will get on the sentry tower."

Song Cheng had wanted to see him for a long time, but because of his identity, he was so worried that he immediately said: "Okay."

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At noon, Jiawu Camp training ground.

Thousands of people were sweating barely, and even in the cold winter, they could not help but hold the strong firepower of thousands of men in the military camp.

As the saying goes, a young man is very powerful and is not afraid of sleeping on a cold kang.

Bian Jun'er's not afraid of the cold is obviously much higher than this level.

Zhang Xiaodao is one of these thousand people. Although his face has been hurt like a pig's head since he came to the border army, no one dares to underestimate this pig's head recruit anymore.

The Pig Head Recruitment is Zhang Xiaodao's new nickname, and his appropriate image has become famous in Yiguanzhong.

But Zhang Xiaodao naturally did not admit this stupid nickname. He felt that he was at least worthy of the bloody nicknames such as "Liao Bailong in the Wave" and "Handsome Little Recruitment".

However, except for Yang Qinghui calling him a "little knife", the others in this military camp firmly and resolutely called him a "pig-head recruit".

It was also in the past half month that Zhang Xiaodao was not only used to this shit-like title, but also to the simple and fulfilling life of the Bian Jun.

In addition to the weekends he saw, the border troops in Yiguan were extremely frequent training, and in addition to the many trainings he had on weekdays, such as "physical fitness", "fighting", and "weapons", meditation every afternoon was also essential.

Sitting in meditation is particularly boring for others. In addition to boring intake of energy, you also need to maintain an ethereal mentality in order to better breathe and breathe.

For Zhang Xiaodao, taking air is just sleeping, that's all.

In addition to being relatively easy to absorb energy, Zhang Xiaodao also works very hard during various daily trainings, and even gets up early every day to practice "Wuwang Practice Physical Technique".

The result of extra effort is naturally rapid growth.

For example, his record this morning was particularly strong. If it weren't for the old injuries, he believed that he had the ability to pick nine. Although Erwu was indeed not as strong as he had imagined before, except for Sun Changyou and Yang Pinglin who were cyclone grades, the rest were all from the qi-sucking grades or the qi-sucking grades.

Just as he was thinking that he would have a good sleep today, Zhang Xiaodao, who overturned everyone in Erwu tomorrow, finished his last set of extremely sweaty military fists.

Then, he followed the stream and had a lunch that was not rich but was absolutely full, and entered the meditation room.

After sleeping until the sunset was burning red, Zhang Xiaodao woke up and headed straight to Xiaohualou. Sister Qing was preparing to clean her meat and was so greedy that he drooled on the road.

This slutty saliva was of course accompanied by many old border soldiers' envious and jealous eyes.

Zhang Xiaodao, who has been staying in Xiaohualou for a long time, no longer goes to Erwu's wooden house in a fight, but joining the army is a man and a woman. It is indeed an enviable thing. For this reason, I don't know how many people have started to protest.

But this was the first time after all. Yang Qing told the public that in order to better heal Zhang Xiaodao, he blocked everyone's mouths, and there was no way for everyone except Li Yi.

Pushing open the wooden door of Xiaohua Building, Zhang Xiaodao grinned with his thick swollen lips and shouted: "Sister." But he saw that there was an old man beside the old wooden table.
Chapter completed!