Wuming returned to the barracks and got off the pterosaur. The fat wizard Dimora, who had just finished the procedures and joined the army, shook his fat body and came beside Wuming with a flattering smile and said, "The atmosphere here doesn't seem to be very good."

The three thousand people who had fought here last time were all standing quietly not far away and looking at the Wuming team. Some of them were full of envy, some were full of hatred, and some were full of doubt. Seeing one hundred and fifty people sitting lazily in the center of the venue chatting with each other, each of them was not in a mess, it was hard to believe that such a team that returned to the city and immediately fought with hooligans and had poor military disciplines. They made great achievements.

"Return to the team." Wuming ignored the three thousand soldiers and walked calmly towards the center of the venue.

The fat man Dimora panted and ran back to the team first Wuming. The soldiers who were chatting and fighting were already unscrupulously stood up quickly and quickly put them in their loose military uniforms to the most straight situation.

Without waiting for Wuming to give an order, these soldiers and pranks quickly arranged the team neatly in a row. Only Dimora, the fat magician, could only stand aside stupidly, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Three thousand people were stunned. The speed of the team just now and the neat military posture, it was impossible to tell that it was the worst miscellaneous army.

Wuming looked at Dimora and said, "This is the first trainee magician Dimora to join in our team. Which team needs it?"

A shimmer flashed in the eyes of the five centurions and shouted, "Report to the squad! Our team!"

Magicians are usually recruited by the state to concentrate their formations, and it is difficult for them to have their own magicians in the army. It is even more difficult for trainee magicians to appear in the army. This does not mean how powerful the trainee magicians are.

Usually, most trainee magicians study in magic academy, and only regular magicians appear in society.

If an apprentice magician fails to become a genuine mage for many years, he usually changes his job to do other jobs. There are few shameless people like Dimora who are still in their thirties and still refuse to change their jobs.

Even so, the five centurions knew that this trainee magician could still increase the combat power of their team.

"Sir! Give it to our team!"

"Sir! Our team is a sharp knife team!"

"Sir..."

Wuming raised his hand and the five excited centurions suddenly became quiet.

"The old rules, whoever wins will be assigned to which team."

The five centurions were silent collectively. They had to deal with the challenge of the centurion later. No one wanted to waste their power at this time. For a moment, Dimora went from being sought after to a hot item to a situation where no one wanted it.

"Since that's the case, Dimora is the sixth centurion for the time being." Wuming continued to say to Dimora in a surprised gaze: "Among these people you can select ten people who are relatively talented in learning magic to train them."

"Me?" Dimora pointed at her nose in disbelief and asked again: "Sir, do you want me to teach others magic?"

"What? Is there a problem?" Wuming looked at the other party quietly.

Dimora shook her head repeatedly: "Oh! Nothing! I'm happy to serve."

"Then, start to select a new centurion." After Wuming issued the order, none of the 150 soldiers stood up to challenge others. The military careers these days made them know about the strength of others. If the comparison continues, the centurion may change positions, but the victorious person will definitely have a bruised face.

This time, these soldiers and gangsters were planning to train well when they came back, and even went to the city to find a martial arts school to learn one more move and a half-stage move, and then came to grab this position when they had the strength.

Wuming waited for a long time: "What? No one challenged me?"

"Can we challenge?" Domotoki appeared in the barracks wearing a military uniform of a commander, riding his duck-billed dragon, looking down at Wuming from a high place and said proudly: "I didn't expect that you would not have seen the credit of Changbai Mountain be stolen by you in a few days! Since it is a team of combat heroes, why not let my soldiers discuss with your soldiers?"

Wuming himself is a master and a re-employed hunter. He could see at a glance that the 300-man team behind Domotoki was not an ordinary soldier. It was difficult for the 3,000 people in the barracks to pick out a few such soldiers. The 150 soldiers behind him could not defeat one of the other.

"Now? A life-and-death duel?" Wuming quietly put his hand on the hilt of the wide-back hunting knife around his waist.

What is desperate? You don’t need to stare fiercely, or hold the hunting knife in your hand and wave it, but no matter who sees you, you will feel a little cold and chill. It is a kind of unreserved attitude from the bottom of your heart, and the most terrifying and sharp murderous aura will burst out in an instant!

Domotoki felt Wuming's desperate attitude, and his back felt a chill, and his mouth twitched slightly and said with a smile: "It's not necessary. In half a year, it will be the time for the two-year competition between our country's army. If the officers of the commander are interested, they can sign up for a team of 100 people under their command to participate. I think we'll see you on the court then."

When the soldiers brought by Sanhung Tomogi heard this, the heart that was hanging in their throats finally returned to their original position. They didn't understand why they were just Wuming, but the momentum of these 300 people was suppressed by the other party, which made them worry about their own life and death. You must know that they were also an elite force washed by war.

Wuming was too lazy to care about Domotoki anymore. In his eyes, Lingfeng was much better than this Domotoki. He would not find Domotoki to be an opponent if he wanted to find an opponent.

Back in the room, two sets of military uniforms from Qianqin captains sent in advance by the military headquarters were already hanging on the wall of Wuming's room.

Now as a national hero, even the military headquarters do not want to make Wuming suffer in such a thing, for fear that after reading the newspaper tomorrow, the people will find that their promoted national hero is still wearing the military uniform of a commander earlier. If that is true, it will probably inevitably be criticized by the people again.

Wuming took off a set of military uniforms with a thousand cavalry and replaced them with them. The military uniforms he sent were cut very well, which did not make people feel too tight when they stuck on their body, but also showed Wuming's straight and good figure.

After gently moving his whole body, Wuming found that this military uniform would not hinder his movements at all. Wuming was satisfied with such a design.

Seeing that it was still early, Wuming changed back to the military uniform of the former commander, picked up the strong bow in his hand and took the arrows used for uniform training for the army and walked out of the room to the place where the archery training was trained, and stood three hundred steps away from the target to start practicing archery.

The accurate shooting of one arrow, the special technique of three arrows or even five arrows, Wuming's every arrow hit the bull's eye. The soldiers who were idle and other soldiers were soon attracted by Wuming's archery. In order to watch such a rare accurate archery technique, many soldiers simply took on the task of sending arrows.

Wuming kept pulling up his strong bow and firing out the arrows, but he was wondering why the arrows he shot were so accurate since the first day he got the arrows, as if he was born, and he could vaguely feel that he had practiced the skills of archery hard.

Bang……

Wuming's strong bow was pulled by an arrow and shot the target that had been pierced with arrows, and suddenly a pile of hay dispersed from the target.

Wuming took the bow and arrow and realized that there were so many viewers standing beside him at some point. He looked up at the sky that was about to set. He ignored the surprised eyes beside him and turned around and walked towards the place where the barracks were taking a bath.

After taking a quick shower, Wuming returned to the room and changed into the clothes of a thousand-horse cavalryman and went out again, and turned over and flew towards the city.

"Why is it time for dinner, and our boss is still walking out? This is the first time, right?" Wei Dehai asked in surprise.

Dimora responded with a strange smile: "Maybe I have made an appointment with a beautiful lady? Our leader, if you want to pursue a lady now, with your handsome appearance and great military achievements, no lady can resist it, right?"

Wadehai was stunned, and a bad smile appeared on his face again to look at Dimora: "So you are a bad guy too." The conversation between the two instantly increased a lot of distance, and Dimora soon integrated into the world of soldiers because of these words.

There is almost no ordinary person in Wuming's Winglong imperial capital who doesn't know. When they landed twice, many people would always give him a warm guide. However, the enthusiasm of those guide girls was difficult to resist, and they could only quickly turn over and flee in a hurry. Otherwise, Wuming would be afraid that he would be forced to run away later and would be forced by those girls.

There were already traffic in front of the Marshal's Mansion of Domoto Gangichi. From time to time, nobles in beautiful and bright clothes slowly walked down from the carriage, and then walked gracefully into the Marshal's Mansion.

From the outside, the Marshal's Mansion is not as magnificent as it was built, but it still makes people feel that this seemingly unmagnificent building reveals a noble and magnificent momentum.

The nameless pterosaur had just landed on the ground and immediately attracted the attention of several nobles who had not yet entered the marshal.

Unlike the common people in the imperial capital, these nobles did not have any admiration or appreciation when they looked at Wuming, but showed disdain or even disgust. In their eyes, this was a place for noble gatherings. Professional soldiers and other countries were not qualified to attend such elegant gatherings.

The courtyard does not cover too much, but it gives people a very spacious feeling of space. Many nobles praised the placement of fountains and planting of plants in the courtyard, and praised it as a rare art.

Art? These people really should go to Daxinganling to see the art created by nature. Wuming focused his attention on the generals and soldiers of the Marshal's Mansion. Even soldiers wearing ordinary military uniforms were all good soldiers selected from one in ten. The source of the 300 elite soldiers under Domotoki was about to emerge.

Wuming didn't stay in the courtyard too much, and the aroma of the food in the hall attracted him. Although the archery training did not make him tired, it made him feel hungry.

Entering the hall, several long tables with white tablecloths that were ten meters long and two meters wide were filled with various food. The nobles who attended the party took a small plate and took some food from the table, and ate the food while talking and laughing.

Wuming entered the hall and immediately attracted everyone's attention. In this place where there were luxurious clothes, Wuming stood in the hall with a long and straight military uniform of thousands of riders, which was indeed a bit special.

The upright military posture, coupled with the nameless handsome look, attracted many girls to pay attention to him frequently.

Girls’ feelings are always poetry. Young girls like to worship heroes and dream every day that their prince charming is the hero of the country. Although Wuming is not a descendant of a famous family, he is also a hero in the minds of the people, and can satisfy their fantasies.

Wuming didn't care about other people's eyes. In his eyes, the people in the hall were not as affordable as a greasy barbecue leg in front of him.

Wuming picked up the largest plate, picked up a dining knife used to cut cooked meat and cut it into the barbecue.

The girls saw the lights of the swords in Wuming's hands flashing frequently, and no one could see the trajectory of the swords. When Wuming stopped cutting, the largest plate in his hand also had at least a piece of meat the size of a flowerpot.

"What a handsome knife."

"Did you see it? You deserve to be a fighting hero."

"Looking at how he eats, he is much more handsome than those sissy young men."

Wuming's eating style is not good-looking, especially now that he is extremely hungry, he is even more exaggerated. He holds a knife in his left hand and keeps putting the barbecue into his mouth. He simply grabs a small bucket of juice in his right hand and drinks it constantly. The rough side of the soldier is only revealed from the meal.

Wuming ate some barbecue and found it good, so he started sweeping the twenty-meter-long dining table with a knife and a plate.

As long as the food he likes, Wuming has to eat it and taste it first. If he encounters something he likes, he will eat a few more bites. He also knows that all the food on the table with such a long length cannot be eaten, so of course he has to eat it in a different way.

Wherever Wuming went, nearly half of the girls' eyes followed. This Wuming was really unique in their eyes. Others always showed politeness in front of them and always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor. Only Wuming did not exist, and did whatever they should do, and didn't even have time to look up at them, as if these foods were more attractive than them.

A sharp gaze shot up, Wuming looked up and found that it was Lingfeng, who received the invitation like him.

Wuming didn't feel any disgusting about this young man. He had such cultivation at a young age and indeed had enough capital to be proud. At least it was much better than a person like Domotoki.

The two looked at each other, and Kou Lingfeng approached Wuming and said disdainfully: "I didn't expect that in addition to be violating military achievements, you are still a complete pervert."

Pervert? Wuming shook his head and was too lazy to argue with the other party.

A smile appeared on Kou Lingfeng's lips. He was about to chase after him and mock Wuming again, but the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.

Domoto Gang slowly walked from the second floor in a beautiful aristocratic costume. When the light beams shone directly above, Domoto Gangichi's body. The nobles who looked more qualified in the hall walked up intimately to the same hall and greeted him.

As a descendant of the five heroes, Kou Lingfeng was also a junior of Domoto Gangichi, so he had to let Wuming come to Domoto Gangichi first and said respectfully: "I have met the marshal."

Domoto Gang looked at Kou Lingfeng with kindness and kindness: "Not bad! Not bad! I have been so old that I haven't seen my style for a long time. I'm much better than my uncle's younger brother Domoto. I heard you have joined the army too? Uncle has allocated a group of well-trained soldiers to help you make contributions on the battlefield."

"Thank you, Marshal, I hope you will encourage the young generals more."

"If you say anything, don't call me the marshal. Just call me uncle like you did when you were a child." Domoto Gang said this and suddenly turned his face, with a bit of a joke to his younger generation, and said, "I heard that Ling Feng is very familiar with Miss Xinling, who is so beautiful in the imperial capital. I see that only Miss Xinling can match Miss Xinling in this imperial capital."

Before Domoto Gang finished speaking, the nobles surrounding him praised each other.

Wuming was about to try a new food, but a small commotion came from outside the hall. Even Domoto Gangyi, who had just walked down from the second floor, no longer greeted others too much, and walked straight out the door quickly.

"Miss Guan Xinling is here, and the mansion of our hospital is full of glory!" Domben Gang's heroic voice sounded at the entrance of the hall, and almost all the men and even males in the hall looked towards the entrance of the hall.

The noble ladies in the hall looked at the door of the hall with crazy jealousy.

"Xinling is deeply honored to be invited by the marshal."

The sound is crisp and has a hint of tenderness, and it is gentle and generous. Even Wuming, who only pays attention to food, is attracted by the sound.

The crowd automatically gave in, and Guan Xinling walked slowly through the crowd like stars holding the moon. Wuming finally saw the appearance of the visitor clearly.

Guan Xinling's skin was as creamy as it was, and a watery light flashed in her dark eyes. These eyes gave any man a touching autumn wave, which would surely make the man so shocked.

The hair on her head seemed to be casually tied up, but it was a little more charming than those ladies who carefully cared their hair. Coupled with her slender figure and slender waist, she was really charming.

Wearing a white flowing long gown, the appearance of this peerless beauty is further highlighted with her light and graceful steps.

Even the beauty with a hint of royal demeanor in the third princess Zhao Feiyan is three points inferior to this stunning beauty.

Guan Xinling nodded gently with everyone and greeted each other. When he happened to see Wuming, he nodded gently and greeted him.
Chapter completed!