Jiang Wang and Jung Genzun walked out of the World Platform side by side, leaving the towering Pillars of Six Directions behind them.
Qiao Lin and the other soldiers of the Tianyu Army walked silently behind them, relying on the two of them.
They left nearby, so they didn't leave through the same exit as Ji Zhaonan.
The two of them chatted as they walked. They had a good chat about some cultivation problems.
They had cultivated together on the General Appointment Platform for five days, but they had barely spoken. After coming to the Riverview Platform, they would occasionally chat a little.
It didn't mean that their relationship was that good.
It was just as Cao Jie had said. On the battlefield, they were fellow soldiers.
On the Riverview Platform, they were a united front, representing Qi to fight against Tianjiao of other countries. After returning to Linzi, they would still fight for what they should fight for. They would still fight for what they should fight for.
Jiang Wang had been to the Bewildering World to fight. Jung Genzun came from a famous general's family, so they naturally understood this principle.
One of them was in a white robe, while the other was in a green robe with a sword.
One was peerless, while the other was calm and composed.
They were both from Tianjiao, so they naturally had different charms. Even on the Riverview Platform, where Tianjiao gathered, they were extremely eye-catching.
They chatted as they walked, frequently making people look back.
"Ji Zhaonan's spear can't be avoided. It should …"
As Jung Genzun spoke, he stopped in his tracks.
There was a person in front of him, a familiar face.
He was wearing the dark green military uniform of the Spring Death Army, supported by his extremely tall figure. He had a long face, a high nose, and deep eyes.
His body was covered in dust, and the murderous aura of the battlefield had yet to dissipate.
He just stood in the midst of the people coming and going.
He was like a flagpole planted there.
When he looked over, the arrogance in his eyes faded away.
Then, he was stunned.
Jung Genzun and Jiang Wang were also stunned.
"Why are they together?"
"Isn't this too sudden?"
"I should have watched a few more matches …"
This was probably what the three of them were thinking.
The silence froze for a moment.
Jung Genzun and Wang Yiwu spoke almost at the same time.
"Didn't you say you weren't coming?"
"My master didn't allow me to come, so I snuck here."
Then they shut up at the same time.
"Well …" Jiang Wang touched his nose uncomfortably and said to Jung Genzun, "I'll go back first."
Wang Yiwu glanced at him indifferently. "Don't worry, I'm not here to find trouble with you. As soldiers, the country's interests are more important. "
This was a temporary peace talk, but it sounded uncomfortable no matter how one listened to it.
This Wang guy was really interesting.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought that I was afraid of you because I lost last time!
Did I even bother with you? You want to take advantage of me?
Jiang Wang had come to the River-Viewing Platform for the title of Number One in the World.
The youthful spirit in his heart was at an unprecedented high. No matter who he met, he would not show any weakness.
His initial awkwardness was gone. He raised his eyebrows and said in an overbearing manner, "People are most afraid of finding excuses for themselves. Actually, if General Wang wanted to cause trouble, it wouldn't matter. I don't think it would affect the country's interests. "
When Wang Yiwu arrived, the first thing he said was to reassure Tianjiao, the country's Number One Inner Mansion, that they had already decided to fight. This was already very arrogant.
But Jiang Wang's reply was even more arrogant. It meant that he would not use any effort to deal with him, so how would it affect the country?
Wang Yiwu's gaze darkened.
He had run out on his own, and he did not even change out of the Spring Death Army uniform.
The battle at Sword Peak Mountain made him famous again.
After experiencing the baptism of war, he clearly had the aura of a "Master of Soldiers".
This time, his gaze was completely focused on Jiang Wang.
He was just one person, but he was like an army of thousands of men and horses, controlling the horses and waiting for orders.
And Jiang Wang did not show any signs of weakness as he stared back at him, like an unsheathed sword, showing off its sharpness.
Even if you have an army of thousands of men and horses, what do I have to fear? If you come, I'll kill you! If you come, I'll kill you!
The two of them opposed each other with equal harshness, as if they were going to have a showdown here if they did not agree.
Only the soldiers of the Tian Fu Army behind them looked at each other in dismay.
Logically speaking, they should all be on Wang Yiwu's side. After all, Wang Yiwu was the pride of their army, and he was also the direct disciple of Da Qi's military god. But the soldiers of the Tian Fu Army, represented by Jolin, had indeed gotten along well with Jiang Wang these past few days.
Most importantly, their current duty was to protect Jiang Wang.
Soldiers would definitely stand on the side of duty, but Jiang Wang and Wang Yiwu … if they fought, would that count as an attack?
Jiang Wang's blood was boiling. Should they stop him?
Therefore, for a moment, they were in a dilemma.
On the other hand, Jung Genzun, whose white robes fluttered, casually took a step forward, and easily cut off the clash of auras between the two.
He shook his head helplessly. "I say, why don't the two of you return to Linzi first? After all, this is the Riverview Platform. All the countries in the world are watching! "
The Pillar of Six Directions behind him was still in the clouds.
The waves of the river in the distance were still rolling past.
On the Riverview Platform, there were still people wearing the uniforms of various countries coming and going.
The soldiers of the Tian Fu Army were still looking at each other.
Wang Yiwu raised his chin, and finally retracted his gaze, his face expressionless.
If not for his unchanging arrogance, Jiang Wang wouldn't even bother with him. Now, he wasn't willing to let other countries see him as a joke. His right hand left the sword hilt.
"Let's go." Jung Genzun sighed. "Let's return to Qi Street first."
Although the two of them were at daggers drawn, there was no other way. There was only one road, and there was only one place to stay. Purposely walking in front and behind would only make things more awkward. Moreover, who was in front and who was behind? If they were not careful, they might end up fighting again … they could only return together.
Jung Genzun walked silently in the middle.
With Jiang Wang around, it wasn't good for Jung Genzun and Wang Yiwu to talk alone. It was even worse to drag Jiang Wang along.
In short, it was very uncomfortable.
The three of them didn't say anything along the way. They silently sped up their footsteps — on this point, they had a tacit understanding.
With this increase in speed, they quickly arrived at Qi Street.
In the ranks of the Tian Fu Army, Qiao Lin also breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he almost used the army's warning instrument to invite Great General Cao over.
In front of them was the tall archway of Qi Street after turning a corner.
There was a soldier of the Tian Fu Army standing in front of them. When he saw them, he immediately turned around. Perhaps Cao Jie was waiting for their news.
Jiang Wang and the other two took a few steps forward, half embarrassed and half embarrassed. There was a sense of relief in their hearts.
Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums filled the sky. Firecrackers exploded continuously, and fireworks were reflected in the sky.
Amidst the sudden clamor, a large group of people rushed out with smiles on their faces.
There was Xu Xiangqian, Zhao Wuyan, Zhi Shu, Li Longchuan, Yan Fu, and Wendinglan.
Fourteen, who was wearing armor, held a copper gong and stood steadily.
Chung Geng Sheng, who was as wide as two people, held a gong and hammer tied with red silk, and happily struck it.
"Dang dang dang dang dang dang!!!"
He opened his fat hands and turned around. His fat face had a few wrinkles in it as he smiled. "Surprise!"
His smile froze.
The three words Jiang Qingyang were at the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them down.
The people who appeared in front of him.
From left to right, there was Wang Yiwu, who was wearing the dark green uniform of the Spring Death Army. Jung Genzun, who was wearing a fluttering white robe, and finally, Jiang Qingyang, who was wearing a green robe and wielding a sword.
Wang Yiwu was expressionless. Jung Genzun's eyebrows jumped up and down. Jiang Qingyang covered his face with one hand.
What kind of f * * king stiff scene was this!
For a moment, the gongs stopped, the drums stopped, and the people who were welcoming them with smiling faces also stopped talking.
Zhi Shu, who did not know the inside story, also slowly stopped clapping her hands …
Her mouth was chanting a congratulatory poem composed by Great Scholar Xu. "Qingyang Qingyang, you are the strongest! Jiang Wang, Jiang Wang, number one is in sight! "Finally, she could not 'see' anymore …
Only the firecrackers that had already been lit were still exploding one by one.
Peng! Peng! Peng!
The magnificent colours danced in the sky, as if to give this awkward scene a warm commentary.
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