Zhang Fei smiled and continued to wave to the people, saying to Wei Dehai beside him: "Our boss is smart. It was really a top-notch strategy to take us two on the pterosaurs back to post big-character posters that night! If it weren't for the role of those big-character posters, we would probably have been assassinated by the military officials long ago?"

Weidehai nodded repeatedly: "That's right, don't look at our usual understanding of common sense of life on some mainland China, but when we talk about this strategy, I really doubt what his head is doing."

"All the battle heroes! The imperial edict I received when I came, our great emperor, will meet you in person. Please follow me now." As soon as Domoto Gang said something about to vomit blood, he always maintained a calm official smile on his face. He turned around and walked quickly towards the palace with five hundred soldiers and one thousand two hundred prisoners.

Domoto Gang planned to walk slowly and let the soldiers and puppies go out a little ugly in order to hit the glorious image of the combat hero. How could he have thought that Wadehai gave him the drama just now? Now he didn't dare to stay, for fear that these soldiers and puppies would say anything exciting to increase Wuming's popularity even more.

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His Majesty Zhao Wuji, the Emperor of the Dragon Kingdom, sat on the central throne of the Royal School Martial Arts Field, and the royal relatives, together with the descendants of the five heroes and important officials of the court, were divided into two sides.

Wuming rode the pterosaur in the sky for a while, and waited until his soldiers and prisoners came to the schoolyard before he let the pterosaur land on the ground. He hurriedly jumped off the pterosaur, first giving Zhao Wuji a standard military salute like last time, and then knelt on both knees and said long live.

The five hundred soldiers and puppies behind Wuming also followed suit and gave a military salute, and then knelt on the ground and shouted long live.

Zhao Wuji liked Wuming's silent flattery very much and laughed loudly: "I am very pleased to have made contributions to the country. I heard that Wuming's commander captured a dragon knight alive this time. I wonder if I can tell me the middle process?" Zhao Wuji looked helpless: "I also want to go to that battlefield again to fight bloody battles, but the ministers are fighting to stop their advice. I can only recall the past."

Wuming knelt on the ground and said with a loud voice: "Report to Your Majesty, the young general is not good at expressing words. Can any young generals come to explain the situation at that time?"

"Okay." Zhao Wuji said happily: "Wuming, it's not that I want to talk to you. You should also say more so that you can communicate more. I was in a row with all the officers and soldiers in the army back then."

"Respect the teachings of His Majesty the Emperor." Wuming turned his eyes to the centurion soldier beside him, signaling the other party to show his bragging level.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was kind this time, he had no original essence, so he quietly raised his head and said, "Report to Your Majesty, can Caomin stand up and reply? Xiaomin prefers to talk with his hands and feet, which makes him feel more intense."

“Bold!”

"Haha, Marshal Domoto, don't treat our heroes like this." Zhao Wuji smiled generously and raised his hand gently: "Since that's the case, then get up and talk back. You all stand up too."

"Thank you Your Majesty!" Wuming led the five hundred people to stand up and take two steps back, leaving enough room for Zhang Feng to perform.

When these five hundred soldiers were bored together, they would just come together to brag and chat and compete. Wuming had heard a lot of bragging conversations from them and knew that Zhang Feng was the best bragging guy among the five hundred soldiers. The standard person who would never brag if he had a camel.

The soldiers and puppets had already known that they would be welcomed after they came back, and they had practiced these bragging words many times.

Zhang Feng had never seen how Wuming destroyed the entire parody. This completely out of thin air gave him more space, and he was even more omnipotent when using his bragging skills. Anyway, no one could prove it. Everything depends on Zhang Feng's mouth, and those dead people can't come back to refute it again.

Zao Wuji had never seen a storyteller scene like Zhang Feng, and was immediately attracted by his exaggerated actions and words. Many noble ministers around him were also attracted by the bloody battle scene in Zhang Feng's very nervous mouth.

"Suddenly a young man rushed out of the crowd and came with his palm on his back. At this moment, the young man knew that he would definitely die! At this moment, I thought about the cultivation of the country, the people would shed more blood for the suppression of bandits, the thought of I could not serve Your Majesty, and the thought of the earnest teachings Wuming to me, and when I was about to turn around with the mentality of dying together. I saw that the time was soon! Wuming's boss suddenly came out from the side with a wide-back hunting knife in his hand, and the dazzling light occupied the entire little heart in an instant." Zhang Feng said, deliberately breathing here, which made the senior officials who heard him brag breathe, and suddenly continued.

"The little white-faced head fell to the ground, and I was completely stunned! Do you know who the person who attacked the little one?" Zhang Feng deliberately raised everyone's appetite and asked.

Except for a few people who learned the news not long ago, who could know who the young man in Zhang Feng's mouth was? They looked at Zhang Feng with anticipation, and Zhao Wuji even asked, "Who is it? Tell me quickly."

Zhang Feng took a deep breath, turned around and came to Wuming to take Wuming's head bag and whispered: "Boss, you really know how to choose people. You are too sinister. You will ask others to say anything to boast about."

Wuming smiled slightly: "The credibility of others' praise is far higher than the credibility of compliments he himself."

"It seems that we still have a lot to learn." Zhang Feng took the man's head and turned to kneel on the ground two steps before raising the bag high above his head and shouted: "Your Majesty! The person who was killed by the commander of the Thousand Master Wuming is Yi Tianxing, one of the three marshals of the Blue Turban bandit!"

Zhang Feng's words were like a thunder exploded out of thin air, and everyone looked at the person who was the incident in shock.

Yi Tianxing is known as one of the five masters of the Blue Turban Army. It is rumored that he has reached the primary level of fighting gods. Compared with his personal combat power, Yi Tianxing is most famous for his military achievements. Half of all the land he has captured since the Blue Turban Army riots came from the hands of Yi Tianxing, one of his three marshals.

This man marched and set up his formations and often created some sudden and whimsical tactics. This time, the tactics of going deep into the enemy's back were very much his personal adventure style.

Zhao Wuji almost dreamed of getting rid of such masters. He had sent many killers who were proficient in assassination and poisoning, but he disappeared completely from this world every time.

Wuming stood there with a calm expression and saw Zhao Wuji who was looking for verification at him. He nodded slightly and said, "Report to Your Majesty, Weichen did kill Yi Tianxing, who was the marshal by the enemy bandits. In that baggage is the head of Weichen."

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Come on me!" Zhao Wuji excitedly grabbed the bag presented to him by the eunuch, and regardless of the king's majesty, he opened the cloth bag in a few seconds.
Chapter completed!