"Give up. Now that you've decided to be undercover, you should be mentally prepared."

Yang Xuan sighed, as if he was thinking that Yuwen was worthless.

He swooped down from the sky and slashed Yuwen's back neck with a knife. Although Yuwen Pianjiang has entered the fourth realm, his strength can't be compared with Yang Xuan after all. Even though he had desperately mobilized his spiritual power to resist Yang Xuan's attack, Yuwen still fainted under the hand knife.

The next day.

It was dawn. After the carnival last night, the soldiers were still sleeping soundly. Suddenly, a loud horn sounded. The soldiers scrambled up from their sleep, found their armor and weapons in their hands and rushed out of the camp.

This horn is the collection number of the Wei army.

After a incense burning time, all the soldiers had rushed out of the camp and finished in front of the camp.

Zhou fengmiao looked at all the soldiers in front of him with satisfaction, nodded and said, "last night, when general Yuwen, who is in charge of logistics, was transmitting information with ghost repair, he was found by luoduhou. When he was ready to escape, luoduhou caught him alive."

Zhou fengmiao's voice was not loud, but it spread to every soldier's ear under the action of a small magic instrument. This is a magic weapon developed by Xu Xiang. Its main function is to transmit sound to further places.

Otherwise, the army of Xuanmen pass was vast and hundreds of thousands of people. Even if Zhou fengmiao broke his throat, he could not let everyone hear his voice.

"Yuwen partisan general? Is he the undercover of ghost repair?"

The crowd began to talk about it. Yuwen didn't like to make friends with people, so he didn't know many people. In fact, his style has long been abnormal in the eyes of many people.

"Silence."

Zhou fengmiao roared again, and all the soldiers were quiet.

"I will deal with the matter of Yuwen. I have submitted a memorial to your majesty, and Yuwen will also be sent back to the Military Justice Office for disposal."

Zhou fengmiao paused, glanced at the more than 300000 people present and continued, "in addition, I have another thing to tell you."

Then he patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder standing beside him.

"It must have been guessed by someone in the army. My disciple, Luo Duhou, entered the black market alone not long ago and wiped out the Scouts of the barbarians. After coming back, I went into the ghost cultivation alone and solved more than 300 ghost cultivation, including a sixth realm ghost cultivation. Such a merit should have led him to return to the capital and reward him for his merit. But now the Xuanmen pass war Soon, general Ning Zi Weining, commander of the Feilian army, was seriously injured by ghost Xiu not long ago. It is the time of employment. "

More than 300000 people held their breath and listened quietly, waiting for Zhou fengmiao to give the following.

"Therefore, I have decided to appoint Lord Luodu as the commander of the flying Lian army temporarily. Do you have any comments?"

In fact, as early as when Yang Xuan returned to the Xuanmen pass, someone had guessed it. However, Yang Xuan's actions have a high reputation in the army, so there is no objection.

"No."

The voices of 300000 people sounded in unison and rushed into the sky.

Then, I don't know who took the lead and shouted "General Yang". Then, there were more voices in the army. A moment later, countless voices turned into a torrent and rowed neatly into the sky.

Even the clouds in the sky were stopped by the sound.

"Stop."

After ten breaths, Zhou fengmiao spoke again. This is why he was able to sit in Xuanmen pass for so long and command several armies like arms. As a commander, he clearly knows when to let his soldiers indulge, and what the scale of indulgence is.

"Next, let's invite our general yang to speak!"

Zhou fengmiao gave Yang Xuan an encouraging look and said to him. At the same time, he also handed over the magic instrument used to amplify to Yang Xuan.

"Thanks for the promotion of the general, and thank you for your support."

Yang Xuan said slowly, and a round of applause burst out in the army. A moment later, Yang Xuan pressed his hand, and the soldiers were quiet.

"It's something I never thought of that you were lucky enough to lead the Feilian Army today. But the burden has fallen on my shoulders, and I must carry it. Now, although the barbarians who came to invade haven't been defeated, they are already in decline. I believe that as long as all of us work harder, these barbarians will be beaten back to their hometown."

Yang Xuan said, feeling a little nervous. This is why if the strength is not strong to a certain extent, there is no way to be the commander of the army.

It was 300000 pairs of eyes staring at you, and the momentum of 300000 people gathered at one point and pressed on one person.

Yang Xuan's arm trembled. Under this great pressure, it was very rare for him to say such words calmly. However, it seems not enough.

The momentum of 300000 people pressed on a person, which immediately made Yang Xuan feel out of breath.

Zhou fengmiao quietly looked at Yang Xuan at this time. The light in his eyes seemed to be looking forward to something.

The aura of the three Yuan pure formula and Liyan formula in Yang Xuan's body was quickly mobilized. Two kinds of the psychic powers are intertwined, but they are not combined. The two auras with the same potential contain a unique repulsion, which helps Yang Xuan resist the pressure from the outside world.

"No, there seems to be something wrong."

Yang Xuan said in his heart that under the pressure of momentum, he felt that none of his muscles were tight, and the aura in his body turned rapidly.

In the outside world, Yang Xuan is sweating.

The soldiers will not act without the command of the commander. Zhou fengmiao, Qi Yulong, greedy wolf and others are quietly looking at Yang Xuan. They don't mean to help Yang Xuan resist this momentum.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Yang Xuan secretly thought in his heart that his meridians began to shrink under the pressure of strong momentum. He felt that his muscles began to spasm and his meridians were aching.

However, even if he has the strength to resist the momentum of these 300000 people, he should not be in this situation.

"There must be something wrong."

Yang Xuan's face turned red, but he was still bearing it silently.

Around, Qi Yulong and others have slightly changed their eyes. In those years, they came like Yang Xuan, but their performance was much worse than Yang Xuan when they faced this scene for the first time.

Zhou fengmiao carried his hands, and his eyes seemed to be distressed and praised.

"I see."