Ji Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "You still don't want to admit defeat?"
Yan Li also raised his eyebrows and said, "Why should I admit defeat?"
"Do you still want to win now?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li smiled and said, "Is there anyone in this world who likes to lose?"
"You are gambling with their lives." Ji Zhiyuan frowned.
Yan Li said, "You are wrong."
Ji Zhiyuan frowned and said, "Two third-grade martial artists will collapse at the first encounter. Do you still have a way to save the situation?"
Yan Li said, "I don't have a way."
"Then what did I do wrong?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li smiled and said, "Look at that Desolate Man warrior. He is very clever. He played a trick and found a breakthrough. But you also said that in the face of absolute power, all tricks and words are useless. Since he played a trick, it proves that his strength can no longer play a crushing role. "
Ji Zhiyuan said, "What are you trying to say?"
Yan Li said, "Your soldiers are all experienced warriors. They were demoted to the West Mountain Barracks, but it doesn't mean that they don't know how to fight. Maybe it is because they are too good at fighting that they ended up like this."
Ji Zhiyuan sneered and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. I have never mistreated meritorious soldiers. If they know how to fight, they must have made great contributions. Why would they be demoted to this broken place? "
Although she was not a gentle woman, she would not say anything too rude. The etiquette education of the royal family had been deeply engraved in her bones. This could not be changed.
So when she said the West Mountain Barracks, she described it as a "broken place" in order to express her contempt.
Yan Li couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Ji Zhiyuan was very angry.
"Because I also understand one thing." Yan Li smiled and said.
Ji Zhiyuan looked at him and said nothing.
Yan Li liked to look at her in the eyes and said, "You look very mature and calm. You are a qualified empress, but you are still a child at heart. You are very smart, and there are some things that you can understand just by thinking about it. It is just that you are not willing to think about it. You hope that the world is beautiful, but you do not know that it is cruel. This is your weakness."
Ji Zhiyuan understood what he meant and said indifferently, "Does everyone have to be like you?"
"What about me?" Yan Li asked.
Ji Zhiyuan said, "Like you, bitter and pessimistic."
Yan Li asked, "What am I suffering about?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "If you don't tell me, how would I know?"
For the first time, the smile disappeared from Yan Li's face. It was a sunny day, but his face was like a dark cloud.
Ji Zhiyuan kept looking at him and his heart suddenly softened. He said, "Everyone has a past. The past cannot be erased, but pain can. You have to be more open-minded."
"You are about to lose, and you still have the mood to comfort me." Yan Li smiled again, but it was very forced.
The Desolate Man warrior shook Wang Chuan and Hu Bugui back with his boldness. He seemed to have shaken the remaining three fourth-ranked martial artists on the spot. He dashed forward with a hideous smile. His speed was not proportional to his huge body. He was as fast as lightning.
However, there was something that was faster than him. It was an arrow, a short arrow. Although it was fast, it did not seem to have any power. At most, it could kill wild animals like pheasants. If it was a wild boar, it might not even be able to break its skin.
The Desolate Man warrior had been slashed 70 to 80 times and stabbed 50 to 60 times. Not even a white mark was left on him. Why would he be afraid of this small arrow? He deliberately wanted to humiliate its owner.
He had already seen its owner. It was a skinny old man with a moustache. He looked like a mouse. He had seen mice before, but it was the first time he saw a mouse that looked like a human. Whether it was a real mouse or a mouse that looked like a human, in front of him, under the power of the Aragami, all it could do was to tremble.
The skinny old man, just like what he had expected, after shooting the arrow, he lost all his strength. His eyes were filled with despair, as if he already knew that his arrow would not succeed. Because the arrow had already deviated and could not hit the Desolate Man warrior at all.
In order to humiliate him, the Desolate Man warrior smiled hideously and purposely raised his chest to receive the arrow.
Chi!
With a muffled sound, the short arrow pierced through.
The Desolate Man warrior only felt a piercing pain that spread from the wound to his head. Then, his whole body suddenly became sore. The boldness he relied on was the violent power hidden in his muscles. If his muscles were sore, how could he activate it?
The arrow was poisoned!
The first thought that came to his mind was the truth, followed by anger and humiliation. He thought of the tricks he had played before. Since he knew the truth, he naturally realized that he was also being played by the opponent.
Sure enough, the old man with the moustache suddenly laughed. His smile was treacherous and cunning, like an old fox.
He was not a mouse, he was an old fox.
In fact, Pei Qianlai had a very famous title in the army: King of Broken Armor.
His amazing archery skills did not refer to his accuracy, but his arrows. As long as it was shot by him, no matter how strong the shield was, it could be pierced. The boldness of the Desolate Man was no exception.
However, as famous as his name was, his accuracy was also his fame. He seemed to be born with no talent. Out of ten arrows he shot, eleven would miss.
At this moment, Wang Chuan suddenly rushed forward again. His face was still so pale. If he wanted to deceive others, did he have to deceive himself first? But his tiger eyes were bright, and no one could tell that he was a person who had suffered a setback.
The brown Qi of vitality on his body solidified once again. The Desolate Man had no choice but to fight against him like a bull.
If the Desolate Man had been able to fight with ease just now, then he was powerless now.
Pei Qianlai's arrows were smeared with poison. Even an elephant would have fallen to the ground and could not move. It was already shocking that he could still fight against Wang Chuan.
However, Wang Chuan was not the only one.
Sun Lei, who had a dark complexion and delicate facial features, had already charged forward with his lance in hand. When he was charging forward, you wouldn't feel that he was lazy at all. Instead, there was a kind of eye-catching vigor to him. The long lance shot out like lightning and swept past Wang Chuan's shoulder. With a "thud", it hit the chest of the Desolate Man warrior.
The Desolate Man warrior only felt a tightness in his chest. He opened his mouth and let out a breath.
Wang Chuan laughed sinisterly and his whole body rushed forward like a bull.
Bam!
The hill-like figure of the Desolate Man warrior was sent flying by him like a giant rock.
Just behind him, there was someone waiting for him. It was Zhang Donglin with the iron fan.
Looking at the moving mountain of flesh flying towards him, his gentle face suddenly turned cruel. He turned his body and the iron fan turned with him. Suddenly, it grew a lot longer, like a wishful stick that could stretch and contract freely. The body of the fan also became round, as if it was a real stick.
He held the stick with both hands and suddenly hit the back of the Desolate Man warrior.
Bam!
The Desolate Man warrior felt as if his spine was broken. He screamed in pain. This time, it was no longer a trick. It was a real cry of pain.
He was like a ball that was hit towards Sun Lei who was holding the long lance.
Sun Lei grinned and spun around suddenly. He swung his lance upwards and hit the Desolate Man warrior's chin right in the middle.
The Desolate Man warrior flew up again. His entire chin was in pain as if it was broken. He stared at them with his bell-like eyes, full of hatred and bloodthirst.
However, his pupils suddenly shrank because he saw that Hu Bugui, who was knocked out by him, had stood up at some point. He was holding a saber in his hand. It was not a standard miaodao, but a treasured saber. A saber that could be called a treasured weapon, so it was called a treasured saber.
If a third-grade martial artist still used a standard miaodao, it would be a real joke.
While the Desolate Man warrior was still thinking about how to regain control of his body, Hu Bugui's knife had already been unsheathed. The knife light flashed. It was not as stunning as Yan Shiyi's Purple Night Knife, but the simple and unadorned knife light was also a knife light that could kill.
The two arms of the Desolate Man warrior were instantly cut off by the saber radiance.
When the Desolate Man warrior landed on the ground, Hu Bugui had already sheathed his knife and coldly turned and strode away. After finishing what he had to do, he did not even look at the Desolate Man warrior on the ground or Yan Li on the flagpole.
The people of the West Mountain Camp were already used to this.
Wang Chuan directly ordered, "Treat the wounded, clean up the corpses, get moving."
At this moment, there was a sudden change. The originally weak Desolate Man warrior suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed in the direction from which they came.
His two broken hands were still on the ground, blood flowing from the wounds, but he still walked as if he was flying. It was undeniable that people were amazed at his vitality.
"Catch him! Catch him! "
While everyone was still in a daze, a flustered and exasperated voice could be heard.
It was Li Yuanfa. When the Desolate Man appeared, he hid, and now suddenly ran out, angrily ordering the West Mountain Camp.
Wang Chuan glared at him and wanted to chase, but he suddenly stopped, because Yan Li had spoken.
"No need to chase," Yan Li said lightly.
"Why not? Why not? " Li Yuanfa asked twice and said anxiously, "We can't not chase, quickly catch him back, I want to hand him over to the Marshal, we can definitely get a lot of information from him!"
Yan Li looked at him with a faint smile, "If you want to please Zhang Zhidong so much, why don't you chase him yourself?"
"I … I …" Li Yuanfa's face turned red.
People had already seen him hiding just now. At this moment, everyone despised his cowardly behavior, how would they still stand on his side.
Of course, at this moment, they were full of fighting spirit and arrogance, completely forgetting that they were also crying for their parents just now.
"Wang Chuan," Yan Li shouted.
"Your humble servant … is here!" Wang Chuan frowned and reluctantly cupped his fists.
"Chase Special Envoy Li, who was hiding and watching the show, out of the West Mountain Camp."
Wang Chuan thought about it, this was exactly what he wanted to do, so he replied, "Yes!" and went to chase them away.
Li Yuanfa's face changed, "Yan Li, you can't do this to me, quickly chase the Desolate Man warrior back, otherwise I will definitely report to the Marshal …"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly seemed to realize who he was threatening, his face turned pale and he did not dare to say a word.
He did not need Wang Chuan to chase him, he ran to the horse carriage and prepared to leave.
"I bought that horse carriage, who let you use it?"
Yan Li's cold voice came from behind, his body stiffened, then he got off the horse carriage and fled.
Yan Li looked at his back and sneered.
"I thought you would silence him," Ji Zhiyuan said lightly.
"Why would I silence him?" Yan Li said.
"You let a Desolate Man warrior go," Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li smiled, "Don't you want to know how this Desolate Man came about?"
"Yes," Ji Zhiyuan said.
"Then follow me obediently." Yan Li grabbed him and leaped from the flagpole to the wooden wall of the barracks, then leaped into the forest.
"Wang Chuan, before I come back, do what you need to do, otherwise I will hold you responsible!"
Wang Chuan frowned deeply, but suddenly, his frown disappeared and he slowly smiled.
"Head, are you thinking of love?" Zhang Donglin walked over and said with a smile.
"Get lost!" Wang Chuan glared at him.
Zhang Donglin was not afraid of him, he asked with a smile, "Otherwise, why are you smiling so lewdly?"
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