In the afternoon, the human tent.

...

There are six people in total, and all six palace commanders are there.

Shao Shiyu, Lu Fengxian, Beiminghai lives on the left, Qinyushan, and Li Conghai lives on the right, while the person sitting in the commanding position was an old man in blue clothes, who was the old man who taught Lin Zhao to practice boxing some time ago.

Chen Wanli, commander of the Cangnan Iron Cavalry, and the leader of the six major halls of Da Shang.

This martial artist with a reborn realm of 12 realms has great military achievements and is extremely prestigious in the army. He is second only to Yue Hao. None of them. Even Qin Yushan, the owner of Yuzhu Garden in the 13th realm, was respectful to him. Now the six hall commanders are all here, but the Cangnan Iron Cavalry did not send a soldier, but only one hall commander came, but everyone still only followed Chen Wanli's horse leader!

"What is the order of battle?"

Lu Fengxian frowned and said, "In the past few days, Lin Qing'er, Yan Beichen, Wen Liang, Gu Zixi, and the four masters who participated in the battle have arrived. In addition, Chen Laoshuai, should we arrange the order of the battle in this way? Should we decide first, or should we send people when the demon clan sends people?"

Shao Shiyu nodded: "Based on his strength, Yan Beichen may be the strongest among the twelve realms, not only the human race, but also the best in the world."

"really."

Qin Yushan of the Thirteenth Realm nodded slowly and said, "Yan Beichen is a true natural sword species. He has three sword lakes and three flying swords. Two of these three flying swords have never appeared in front of the world. Such a genius... Any twelve-level monster sent by the demon clan is just to die. Logically speaking, Yan Beichen should be in the fifth game as our decisive chess piece."

Li Conghai nodded in agreement.

"Lin Qing'er's chance of winning is as high as that."

Bei Minghai said: "In terms of talent and understanding, she may not be much worse than Yan Beichen. The only difference is just a master's background. These two are the two with the highest winning chances."

Lu Fengxian smiled: "In addition, Chen Laoshuai, a martial artist in the twelve realms, has unparalleled boxing skills and is outstanding in the world. Which twelve realms cultivator in the demon clan dares to face Chen Laoshuai's fist?"

Chen Wanli smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

Shao Shiyu frowned slightly. She didn't like to talk at this time because Shao Shiyu's cultivation level was extremely low. As one of the six dignified generals of the Hall, Shao Shiyu was just a mere Nine-level sword cultivator. She felt that she was not even qualified to speak.

“Nothing matters.”

Chen Wanli smiled and said, "No matter how the outcome of these five matches is, the demon clan will inevitably turn against each other. What we need to do is to arrange troops and guard the entire snowy Tianchi as solid. Even if the demon clan dispatches ten military tents, we can ensure that the snowy Tianchichi is foolproof. Only in this way can we truly be fully prepared, and... "

He smiled slightly: "The order of battle has been fixed. The Feiyu letter sent by Wenhou has been determined. No one has to guess. Just wait and see the day of the decisive battle."

"Um!"

Everyone nodded together.

Chen Wanli continued: "The spies from the north sent a letter from Feiyu. In recent times, the demon clan has sent three more military tents. The demon clan has used more than one million iron cavalry. Now these iron cavalry are stationed five hundred miles north of the Snowy Land Tianchi and can rush to the Snowy Land Tianchi in half a day. In addition, the ghost clan has also mobilized a large number of puppet corps. Some spies have discovered at least one million ghost clan puppet army that has appeared in the northwest of the Snowy Land Tianchi. This battle is only a matter of time."

Shao Shiyu nodded: "During this period, everyone has strengthened their defense, strengthened their training, and prepared for the battle."

"yes!"

"alright."

Chen Wanli stood up, raised his hand and smiled, "Each person returns to the camp to train and repair. The 10,000 Mohist monks sent from the Mo family's ancestral home will build a formation for our entire position. No need to worry, even if we are few invasive, we may not lose."

"Yes, old handsome!"

The generals of the palace left one by one.

Chen Wanli twisted a page of Feiyu's letter paper in his hand, which read a few lines of Wenhou Wen Shuoyang, which was exactly the order of the five battles.

The first game, Chen Wanli.

The second scene, Gu Zixi.

The third game, gentle.

In the fourth game, Lin Qing'er.

The fifth scene is Yan Beichen.

The old coach looked up at the sky and smiled slightly. He wanted to win the first game, otherwise... Yan Beichen might have lost before he even appeared on the stage. Indeed, Gu Zixi, Wen Liang, and Lin Qing'er are all the best among the human cultivators, but when they meet the twelve-level monsters with terrifying physical strength, these people may not be able to win.

There is no rule for five matches. If the loser dies, he will most likely be killed by the formation as long as he loses. This is unquestionable. A twelve realms are extremely important for the human race and the four northern tribes. If there is a chance, the human race cultivator will definitely not miss the opportunity to kill a twelve realms monster in the formation. The same is true for the demon race. If there is a chance, the human race will inevitably kill the twelve realms of the human race.

...

As the days pass by day, the five matches are getting closer and closer.

Villa on the top of the mountain.

After Lin Zhao sent Xiao Shitou away, he was a little uncomfortable. The honest and stubborn brat practiced boxing with him every day, and worked hard. While children of the same age were playing with windmills, Xiao Shitou practiced boxing, fishing every day, and working hard for his livelihood and future. It can be said that Xiao Shitou is the most sensible among his peers, and is even more sensible than the innocent Xiao Jiuer.

So, after Xiao Shitou left, Lin Zhaoruo made some mistakes, as if he had really left a younger brother.

The school in the town has really been removed.

The teachers left with the people from Dashang's academy, so Xiao Jiuer didn't have to study anymore, but she still kept her studies. She copied the books of the Supreme Master and the Sage of the Sage, and copied them over and over again, looking very diligent. In fact, Xiao Jiuer also thought that she was like before, holding a small windmill and laughing around the town, laughing and laughing, but she knew that if she couldn't do her schoolwork well and didn't learn a lot of knowledge, her brother Lin Zhao would be disappointed with herself, so the little girl was even more diligent and copied books with her butt at the window all day.

"Xiao Jiuer, are you copying books again?"

Shu Zhi stood at the window and asked with a joking smile.

"Sister Wu Zhi."

Xiao Jiuer looked up and asked with a smile: "Don't you practice swords anymore?"

"I practice every day, I'll always feel a little tired, take a break."

Shao Zhi chuckled: "Xiao Jiuer, I'll ask you, do you know your brother Lin Zhao?"

"I understand!"

Xiao Jiuer chuckled: "My brother Lin Zhao is the best, he is the best brother in the world."

"oh?"

Wu Zhi pursed her red lips and asked with a smile: "Then... your brother Lin Zhao is now fifteen years old and almost sixteen years old. Does he have a woman he likes?"

"Yes, I have!"

Xiao Jiuer raised her thumbs up and pointed at herself: "Brother Lin Zhao likes Xiao Jiuer the most."

There was a black line at the end of the sacred line: "I mean, there are those who become Taoist partners."

Xiao Jiuer pouted her mouth, stood on the stool, looked at Wu Zhi angrily, and said, "When I grow up, I will be as beautiful as Sister Wu Zhi. Then I will marry Brother Lin Zhao as my wife!"

"What did you say?!"

In the yard, Lin Zhao, who was practicing boxing, suddenly turned around and seemed to have heard something.

"ah!?"

Xiao Jiuer immediately sat down and continued to copy books hard, while Wu Zhi left with a sword and rushed into his room through the window, with her pretty face flushed.

...

evening.

Lin Zhao took Xiao Jiuer, Wu Zhi and three people to Baiweixuan for hot pot. They would get tired of eating in the mountain garden every day. So, just as the three people sat down by the window, there were three people drinking in the distance. It was Yan Beichen, Wen Liang and Gu Zixi.

"Um?"

Gu Zixi glanced at him and smiled and said, "Fifteen years old, eighth-level martial artist, amazing... Isn't you able to enter the Tianyuan realm before the age of twenty?"

"It seems a bit familiar!"

Yan Beichen frowned: "When I went to see Old Shuai Chen... I seemed to have seen this young man in the Tianchi Army's Death Camp. He was wearing a set of armor controlled by the Death Camp!"

"Is it... Lin Zhao?"

Gu Zixi couldn't help laughing and said, "My uncle protects Lin Zhao. Logically... I can be considered half of his senior brother!"

Wen Liang grinned: "Then I... half a senior brother?"

Yan Beichen smiled and said, "It's interesting."

"Lin Zhao."

Gu Zixi stood up and bowed to the young man, "My name is Gu Zixi, I am from the Confucian Academy. Qin Suihan, the owner of Qianjie Bookstore, is my junior uncle, so..."

"Oh, Boss Qin!" Lin Zhao nodded: "I know, of course I know."

Gu Zixi smiled and said, "So, I am half of your senior brother, but have you been here to meet your senior brother?"

"But……"

Lin Zhao was stunned: "I didn't worship Boss Qin as his teacher. Although Boss Qin's voice sounds very good at studying, but..."

"Ahem!"

Wen Liang stood up and said, "I was also Qin Suihan's junior nephew before, so I'll call me half of the senior brother Wen Liang."

Lin Zhao was confused.

"Why, don't you?" Gu Zixi asked with a smile.

"No."

Lin Zhao shook his head: "I have a master, but I don't have the permission of my master, senior brother, and senior sister. I dare not call him " Senior brother."

"That's how..."

Gu Zixi smiled and said, "Then... let's talk about it later!"

Wen Liang grinned: "This kid is a bit like me!"

Yan Beichen only cares about drinking, and he doesn't want to care about the affairs of the Confucian Academy. After all, those people who are also doing knowledge every day, and they say it is a great truth, which is too upsetting. For Jianxiu, practicing swords well is just about what to do with those great truths?

Yan Beichen belongs to the type that he was born to know, including swordsmanship, sword intent, and sword rhyme. When he arrived at Yan Beichen, he could see it at first sight. When others asked about the sword, he could only take a look from a distance and learn half of the sword intent of both sides. This kind of person is purely a monster, but at this time, it has become the hope of the human race.

...

night.

After eating hot pot, I went home satisfied.

"Little junior brother!"

Just as Lin Zhao was leading Xiao Jiuer and crossing the bridge side by side with Shao Zhi, someone suddenly called him.

In the distance, there was a man wearing a blue shirt and a silver empty sword sheath behind him.
Chapter completed!