Chapter 173

Yang Tian looked at the big man and the martial artists behind him and said faintly, "this is the monument of the martial spirit. Try to engrave your name on it."

Yang Tian said, handing the steel pen in his hand to the big man in front of him.

"Er ~ Peng ~"

As soon as Yang Tiangang let go, the big man crawled, and the steel pen in his hand fell to the ground.

This big man is only a level 4 martial artist. It's still very difficult to pick up the gold pen. You know, the steel pen weighs more than a thousand kilograms.

"Ha ha ~"

The big man got up from the ground, scratched his head and smiled embarrassed.

"I'll try!"

At this time, a thin warrior behind the big man came forward and gritted his teeth.

The martial artist's realm was one level higher than that of a big man. He was a level 5 martial artist. He bent down, clasped a foot long gold pen with his fingers and lifted it up.

Holding the golden pen with both hands, the warrior walked slowly to the crystal monument.

At this time, the martial artists around him stared at him and wondered if he could succeed.

Until now, these martial artists still don't understand the benefits of carving their names on the stele.

When the warrior was three meters away from the crystal monument, he was shivering with cold. At the same time, he also encountered a strong and soft resistance. As a last resort, he had to return and handed the steel pen back to Yang Tian with a wry smile.

Next, more martial artists came to try, but according to their realm, even the crystal monument could not be approached, let alone engrave their own names on it.

Not far away, a large number of strange animals gathered, but did not dare to approach here. After a long time, they dispersed one after another.

But there are more and more martial artists coming here. Almost every martial artist who comes here wants to try.

……

Li junyang lifted the board covered on his body, touched the back of his neck and climbed up.

At this time, the city was full of the sound of human walking and moving objects, and the fierce battle had stopped.

Li junyang became nervous at once.

Has this city been occupied by the soldiers of Zichen empire

With anger, Li junyang found the detonator and was about to press it. He rushed out to kill the soldiers of Zichen Empire at the same time. Suddenly, a little girl in a red coat passed by.

Seeing the little girl, Li junyang opened his eyes wide.

"Xiaojing, the city is very chaotic now. Why are you running around?" just then, a middle-aged woman ran over, grabbed the little girl and said.

Seeing this situation, Li junyang couldn't help loosening the detonator in his hand.

The middle-aged woman looked at Li junyang, bowed to Li junyang, turned around and was about to take the little girl away. Li junyang immediately said, "wait a minute, what's going on..."

Soon after.

"Woo woo..."

After knowing the result, Li junyang sat down on the ground and cried.

"Zhao Hai, Liu Jingyu, Wang Chenggong..." while crying, Li junyang called some people's names.

"Hoo ~"

Just then, a gust of wind blew over, rolled up the snow on the street and danced all over the sky.

……

Most of the martial artists in the city have gone out of the city.

Li junyang searched among the corpses in the city.

Whenever he saw the corpse of the soldiers of Zichen Empire, he felt happy, but he was sad when he saw the residual corpses left by his companions who failed.

Not everyone of the more than 100 students in the youth class can succeed. Only about one third of them successfully detonated their explosives.

Some people may think this is silly! Yeah! It's so cute. It's so silly that in order to defeat the soldiers of Zichen Empire, human beings are willing to give their lives without being destroyed

If the world's senior fighters are so stupid, perhaps things will not be like this. These young fighters will not die, but become a new generation of fighters with spiritual beliefs.

Soon after, Li junyang found the body of his grandfather Li Yuan. A young man just moved Li Yuan's body out of the pile.

Li Yuan was a level 7 warrior, but he still died. In this cold temperature, the body was already stiff. There was a penetrating wound on the chest of the body, and the enemy directly damaged his heart with a knife.

Although he was dead, Li Yuan still opened his eyes and kept an angry look on his face.

"Rest in peace!"

A young man who cleaned up the corpses in the city said faintly and wiped Li Yuan's eyes with his hand, but Li Yuan's eyes were still wide open.

Li junyang wiped his eyes, went forward and held grandpa's body.

"Grandpa, I'm not dead. We won. You can rest in peace! We will always remember you..." Li junyang said faintly with a happy smile on his face.

Li junyang said, raised his hand and put it on Li Yuan's eyes.

When Li junyang's hand was wiped off Li Yuan's face, Li Yuan's eyes closed and his face became peaceful.

Human beings have souls

Time flies.

In the twinkling of an eye, half a month passed.

There are fewer and fewer martial artists gathered near the crystal tablet.

Because after trying, we all know that only those who have reached level 8 or above can approach the crystal tablet, and only those who have reached level 9 can engrave their names on the crystal tablet.

It's just possible, because no senior warrior has come yet.

Why?

Because of shame!

Yang Tian has said that this crystal monument is the monument of the warrior spirit!

Those high-level warriors who hide behind and dare not fight, who are qualified to engrave their names on it?

Even if they came, Yang Tian would not give them the steel pen in his hand and let their names pollute the monument.

Housekeeper Wu, mark, Nora, Xiao Fei, Zhou Hao, Zhao Shuangxing... These people finally appeared in Yang Tian's eyes.

"I'll try!"

Mark looked at Yang Tian and smiled.

Yang Tian nodded and handed the steel pen in his hand.

Housekeeper Wu, mark and others did not come to Wabo City, but they stationed in the nearby city of rose. Once Wabo city fell, it was their turn.

The warriors from all over the world can't be crowded in one city at the same time.

Mark is a martial artist at the peak of level 7. Of course, he didn't succeed.

After the failure, mark sighed and returned the golden pen to Yang Tian.

Next, housekeeper Wu, Xiao Fei and Zhao Shuangxing

Many people have tried, but no one has succeeded.

Finally, they left, leaving Yang Tian and Xiaoqinglong here.

Yang Tian sat under the crystal tablet, closed his eyes and thought about what the man in Black said

Soon after, a young warrior came here.

"My name is Li junyang and Yang da. Our youth class are all your fans. We didn't lose face to you in this battle. There were more than 1000 of us and more than 300 casualties..."

Li junyang used excited words to describe the efforts of the young martial artists in the youth class during this period of time!

After hearing this, Yang Tian was deeply moved. He couldn't help laughing happily.

The spirit of the warriors has not disappeared!

Suddenly, Yang Tian understood!

"Yang Da, these are the sacrificial companions of our youth class. Everyone of them is not a coward. Except you, they are the most qualified to engrave their names on this monument!"

Li junyang said, taking out a piece of white paper from his arms.

The white paper was full of people's names.

Wang Haolong, Zhao Hai, Xu Zhijie, Liu Jingyu, Wang Chenggong

A total of 308 people.

Some of the young fighters in the youth class died in the hands of the soldiers of Zichen Empire, and some were killed by the senior fighters in their own city. The charge arranged for them was to disturb the order in the city.

"Yang Da, please engrave their names on this monument!"

After handing the list to Yang Tiantian, Li junyang wept and held his fist.

"Hmm!" Yang Tian nodded heavily.

The white paper in his hand is very light, but Yang Tian feels heavy