The young man glanced proudly around and said disdainfully: "A bunch of waste! I don't know where I picked up the luck, but I dared to pretend to be a fighting hero."

Wuming raised his mouth gently and looked at Zhang Feng and gave him an order.

"You!" Zhang Feng angrily pulled the two soldiers forward a few steps, without saying a word, taking off his military uniform, revealing several knife wounds on their chests and behind them that had just healed, and shouting: "We rely on luck? We are wastes? That's good! Look! Look at what this is on me! This is what I left when I was fighting against the enemy on the front line! I was bleeding desperately in front, and you are talking sarcastic here! You think you are hero, that's good! Take your knife to the front line to cut off the heads of the other two bandit marshals!"

Zhang Feng said with a touching face, and said with a choking sob: "I'm bleeding and sweating, but I'm actually suspected. I've given my life for the people, but I don't get the support of the people. People! Your fighting heroes are being suspected and bullied! Can you stay indifferent?"

Thousands of people around him who saw the scars on Zhang Feng's body were immediately moved by his passionate performance. They did not allow their fighting heroes to be suspected, nor did they allow their fighting heroes to be bullied!

Thousands of people in the numbers took angrily towards the young man and roared loudly: "Tie him! Tie him! Tie him!"

The young man was self-reliant and strong in fighting spirit. He never thought that he would have teased thousands of people by Zhang Feng's shameless soldier's words. No matter how strong he is, he would not be able to beat so many people. Even if he can really beat these people, he would have no way to take action. These are civilians, and if he takes action, the consequences would be serious.

Zhang Feng looked at the young man who had gone from pride to panic and didn't know what to do, and murmured in a low voice: "Boy, don't blame me. This is the hint from our boss. He looked at the injured people who fought with bandits on the road to suppress the bandits a few days ago, and I knew what he was going to do. I was just an accomplice, and our boss was the insidious organizer behind the scenes."

The angry roars of thousands of people completely overwhelmed Zhang Feng's muttering. Everyone was in anger, and no one could hear Zhang Feng's muttering.

Wuming gently came to the young man and whispered: "The only one who can save you now is these security forces. If they let you tie you up, you will be safe."

The young man looked at Wuming hatefully, closed his eyes and sighed: "Come on! Band me."

Wuming showed a smile on his face, and several security team members immediately rushed over and tied up the young man in an extremely rough manner.

*

Wuming and 150 soldiers sat quietly in the hall of the Public Security Department. They were not tied up with a rope, and each of them had a cup of tea in front of them. More than a dozen soldiers who were beaten were treated by the recovery mage, and their health quickly recovered.

Since the establishment of the Ministry of Public Security, after fighting on the street, I came to the Ministry of Public Security and was not tied up by ropes and there was also a scene where the Ministry of Public Security was supplied. It was the first time I appeared in the Ministry of Public Security.

Who made these people who openly fight on the streets be the men who have just been regarded as national heroes by the people? When they tied them up at this time, it is estimated that the public security team will be filled with protesters the next day.

Unlike Wuming and others' leisure, the leaders of the Public Security Department were all in a headache. They now knew the origin of the young man, the descendant of the Sword God, Lingfeng, among the five heroes!

Unlike Domotoki, Gu Lingfeng broke through the fighter level and became a real fighter saint when he was fifteen years old, and was called a rare genius.

From then on, Lingfeng went abroad to practice and hone himself. In a flash, five years later, when the country encountered difficulties, he suddenly returned to the imperial capital, just to become a pillar of the country and a hero admired by the people like his ancestors!

However, when Lingfeng returns to the city, no matter where he goes, he hears praise for the new hero Wuming and disappointed with the descendants of the five heroes of the older generation.

In anger, Lingfeng returned home and brought more than 40 domestic slaves. Unexpectedly, Wuming was interrupted by all his hands and feet, and he was tied to the Ministry of Security together.

"Boss, the descendants of the five heroes are watching you." Zhang Feng said in a low voice in Wuming's ear.

Wuming sat upright on the chair without opening his eyes, but just nodded quietly and replied: "I understand, I will hold a new centurion election after returning to the barracks."

"What?" Zhang Feng looked helpless, and other soldiers who were not centurions showed excited smiles. The opportunity for revenge they had been waiting for for a long time finally came.

In the eyes of military gangsters, it is no longer important to be a centurion. What is more important is to avenge the last time he was beaten up by others.

On weekdays, Wuming prohibits soldiers and puppets from taking action. He takes the combat power that Wuming can even kill even the God of Fighting. Even if the soldiers and puppets don’t like each other, they can only endure it for the time being and wait until the centurion election to fight again.

After a moment of sadness, the leaders of the Public Security Department had to quickly respond to the problem to the superior department. The superior department of the Public Security Department read the problem materials and reported it to the superior without thinking.

Faced with the conflict between the national combat heroes on one side and the descendants of the five heroes on the other hand, other departments are not easy to deal with, except for the emperor himself. Not only will the front page headlines tomorrow be theirs, but it is estimated that all the personnel in that department will also have to participate in the labor and health inspection activities of their departments the next morning.

Usually, the people of the imperial capital are quite saving, but if they get angry, they will still take rotten eggs and other garbage, run to a department they dislike in the dead of night, and carry out a lot of damage to the environment to express their "love" for this national department.

The state departments, which have always been slow to be efficient and lack cooperation, have rarely been consistent in their attitudes to dealing with this issue, and their efficiency is rarely rapid. The soldiers only added white water to the teapot four times, and a fat eunuch hurried in with the imperial edict in his hand.

"The Lord has an order!" The eunuch shouted in a sharp voice. There were no one standing in the room anymore, and they all fell to the ground.

"The emperor has an order! Xuan Wuming, Ling Fengjin meets him! Other personnel also go back to their respective places to reflect on their own." The eunuch put away the imperial edict and turned around and quickly left the Ministry of Public Security. At this time, even the eunuch knew not to interfere.

Lingfeng stood up and looked at Wuming hatefully. The imperial edict that no one should have suffered was a loss, but now he still suffers a loss. More than 40 domestic slaves can only lie on the bed and cannot move in the short term. Wuming's subordinates have received treatment from the priests, and they are all alive.

"Boss, we're going back and ready to go." One hundred and fifty soldiers gave a standard military salute to Wuming and walked out of the Ministry of Public Security in unison.

Wuming replied to the military salutes, went out and turned over and flew straight to the palace.

"It's actually a famous dragon knight." Ling Feng smiled disdainfully and turned over and ran towards the palace.

Wuming stood in front of this magnificent palace again, looking at the exquisite reliefs on the walls, he suddenly felt unreal, as if everything he saw in front of him was illusory.

"Sir, please go here." The guard looked at Wuming in reverence and said without the pride of being a guardian of the palace.

Wuming stopped and looked at the lightsaber on the guard's waist and said, "Can you lend it to me?"

The guard was surprised, but he readily handed his lightsaber to Wuming and said, "Sir, have you also studied ancient magicians?"

"Ancient Magic?" Wuming looked at the long sword with a red light beam popping out of his hand in surprise. He gently waved a strange scene in his mind and asked quickly: "Is there any yellow or green light sword?"

The guard looked at Wuming with admiration: "Sir, indeed, he has studied ancient magicians. Those are top-notch high-quality goods. Only the Dragon Knight can use yellow lightsabers. As for the green lightsabers, it is really difficult to make, only the Dragon Knight and the Sword Saint are qualified to use them."

"High-end goods? What about purple?"

"Purple? Sir, it seems that no one has discovered a lightsaber that can emit purple light blades yet?" The guard looked at Wuming with a silly look.

"No?" Wuming shook his head in confusion: "Why do I remember having an X-raysaber?"

"Style X? What does an adult mean by a model?"

Wuming felt a headache and stopped thinking again. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know either, I just talk casually."

The guard respectfully took back the lightsaber that Wuming had returned to him, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, can I ask you a question?"

Wuming was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Ask."

"What is the life goal of adults? Should I become a famous general like the five founding heroes? Then I led humans to fight against the demons who have been depressed for many years and may invade the world again at any time?" The guard looked at Wuming excitedly, looking forward to the answer from his idol in his mind.

"Target?" Wuming was stunned again. He had been relying on hunting for survival in the past two years since he woke up. Wuming found that he had never thought about this question and asked the guard casually: "What about you? What is your life goal?"

"Me?" The guard reached out and scratched his head embarrassedly: "I am an unknown person. I just hope that my family can live a peaceful life without worries."

Wuming showed a warm smile on his cold face: "The same is true for my life goals. I hope that the people in the village can live a life of food and clothing without worries."

"Ah?" the guard looked at the national hero in front of him in disbelief and asked, "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Wuming replied seriously, thought for a while and said: "If there are any other goals, it is to find a thing I lost, and by the way, I want to compete with all the masters in the world. I want to see what the peak of martial arts looks like."

"Peak..." The guard looked at Wuming in surprise and asked with some concern: "Do you want to kill the god?"

Wuming frowned slightly. This was the second time he had heard the word "God": "Kill God? Why is the peak of martial arts the God of Kill God? Is there really a god in this world?"

The guards shook their heads: "I just heard that any peak is a prelude to the god of killing. As for gods, this world should exist, right? I heard that someone has seen miracles and also seen the advent of gods."

"God?" Wuming raised his legs and walked towards the palace, and a voice kept ringing in his mind: "There is no god in this world! If there is really a god, you are the only true god!"

"I'm not a god!" Wuming blurted out, then laughed at himself and became a little overreacting and intense.

"It seems that only by retrieving my memory can we solve these strange thoughts." Wuming said softly, and another pain came from his mind that interrupted his thoughts: "I have had more and more headaches recently. I wonder if it is a sign of regaining my memory?"

"Sir, let's go here." An eunuch who had been waiting on the side took Wuming around the back of the main hall and walked through the long corridor. Wuming saw three big characters carved on the gate in front of him---Imperial Garden

Summer is the season when flowers bloom. The entire imperial garden is full of vitality. Occasionally, a few birds pop out of the grass, without any fear of being strangers.

Wuming stood in the designated position and waited quietly. After a while, the palace arrived at the scene in a hurry.

As soon as he saw Wuming, fire suddenly spitted in his eyes, and he said disdainfully: "The villain who stole the credit!"

Wuming looked at Ling Feng with a expressionless face and said softly: "I wonder what kind of achievements will you achieve if you lead 500 soldiers? Can you achieve the achievements I have achieved if you use all your despicable villain's behavior? Can only aristocrats achieve impressive results and enjoy the worship of the people?"

Kill the God of Fighting? Can you easily command the 500 most stubborn soldiers? Capture 1,200 enemies alive, including a dragon knight? Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, and the question he had never considered was suddenly raised. Lingfeng didn't know how to answer Wuming's question.

"What are the two beloved friends talking about?" Zhao Wuji appeared quietly in the imperial garden. Wuming suddenly saw Zhao Wuji standing ten meters away and was surprised. No matter what wild beast in the jungle, he had never been discovered by himself without being so close.

Wuming looked at the emperor of the Shenlong Kingdom secretly. Zhao Wuji in front of him could not find too many of the kings of a country. The size of an ordinary person, his turbid eyes, was pale and a little pale. If it weren't for the dragon robe on his body, it would be hard to imagine that the person in front of him was the kings of a country.

Wuming, who has been with wild beasts for many years, did not look down on the sometimes seemingly foolish middle-aged man in front of him. Behind those seemingly turbid and unclear eyes, Wuming could see what sharp eyes they were.

"Join your Majesty!" Lingfeng knelt on the ground with a compassionate manners, but this seemingly regular and peaceful manners lacked a little respect for the emperor from the bottom of his heart.

Wuming still followed his usual habits, first gave a standard military salute, and then knelt respectfully on the ground and shouted long live. He could feel that the emperor in front of him was far more sincere to him than other nobles, and his bad emotions were almost gone.

"Get up."

Zhao Wuji returned to the stone bench in front of the stone table, picked up the teacup that was steaming lightly on the stone table and sipped. It can be seen that the cup of water should have been added for a while.

Wuming stood quietly, constantly thinking about whether there was a teacup on the stone table when he came just now.

Lingfeng looked at Wuming with a squinting glance but still couldn't help it. He stepped forward and knelt down again and said, "Your Majesty! I just returned to the imperial capital. I heard that Wuming General is brave and good at fighting. I admire him very much! I want to have a chance to compete with Wuming General."

"Your Majesty, I refuse to fight." Wuming stood upright and did not kneel down. His eyes shot sharp and upright eyes at Zhao Wuji: "I am a soldier, and my duty is to fight bloody with the enemy. I have not learned the matter of killing my own people yet! I am not a noble, and I have the right to refuse to accept the challenge! If this gentleman really wants to compete with me, he might as well go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and compare military merits with me."

Zhao Wuji looked at Wuming with appreciation and nodded, then looked at Wen Lingfeng with a helpless expression: "The Wenqing family, your father is one of the three major marshals of the country. I should have sold you a favor. However, General Wuming is not a nobleman and has the right to reject your challenge. What General Wuming said makes some sense."

"His Majesty……!"

"Okay, I asked you to come here to see you fight." Zhao Wuji interrupted Lingfeng's words and continued: "Now there are celebrations everywhere in the imperial capital. The Ichiqing family of Tomoto-King also plans to hold a banquet. The Ichiqing family of Tomoto-King has always had a pleasant relationship with the Ichiqing family, and Tomoto-Ki has had some celebrations with the Ichiqing family. I just received a request from the Ichiqing family, and it was difficult to refute his face, so I sent him an invitation, which was an invitation."

Boss Lingfeng, who was reluctant to accept the invitation, took a hasty look, and said with a disdainful smile: "Master Tomoto is really leisurely. The military department has such a bad grade and has the face to hold a banquet! If the rebels had not been afraid of too many provocations, they would have been disgusted by our emperor in person, his grades might have been worse, right?"

Wuming seemed to have not heard the flattery in the second half of the palace Lingfeng, but just glanced at the invitation and said, "Please ensure that the task is completed!"

Zhao Wuji laughed and said, "You know, among the people invited this time, Guan Xinling, the most beautiful woman from the imperial capital, was present."

The indifferent attitude of the palace Lingfeng showed a fiery interest in his eyes. Zhao Wuji couldn't help but shake his head: "It's great to be young. If I am not the emperor, I will definitely compete with you for the hearts of this beauty. Both of you are pillars of my country, so don't lose to others in chasing women."

Wuming stood at attention and said proudly: "Please ensure that the task is completed!"

Zhao Wuji laughed happily and pointed at Wuming and said, "You Wuming is really a natural military material. I don't want you to complete the task, but to relax a little. If you make some military achievements in the future, I will not guarantee that you will be nominated as a noble. It will be too late to let you contact the noble circle at that time."

When Wu Lingfeng heard this, he was shocked and looked at Wuming with two resentful eyes. You should know that the general is easy to be a nobleman, but it is rare to be a nobleman! How many generals who stained the battlefield have not been promoted to a nobleman for their entire lives. Wuming planned to become a nobleman before he made contributions to Zhao Wuji. Wu Lingfeng was extremely dissatisfied.

Zhao Wuji glanced at Lingfeng and said to the wind: "But this noble is not that easy to reward. Whoever has the higher military merits in the future, I will add one of them."
To be continued...