Shenli was thinking about the meaning of Mu Sen's words, did he want to beat me?

In fact, Mu Sen is not like beating Shenli, because now Shenli doesn't even have the qualifications to make his blood hot. He asked Shenli if he was fighting the beating, and he asked for Xin Shan and his party.

After these days of conditioning, although the cultivation of Xin Shan and his party has recovered, it is still a little far from the average of the beggar army. Not only that, but their actual combat ability and the level of cooperation between the squads also have a big deficiency.

At this time, they need a gold medal sparring partner.

In the past, the gold medal sparring was all served by the lion clan, but after a few days, the lion clan's routines have been familiar to Xin Shan, and the sparring effect is getting worse and worse.

Now it is just right that God has departed. The gods have cultivated no defective road, and I don't know how many streets the lion clan has left. Of course, it also threw off several streets of the Terrans.

But it is precisely because of this that the effect of using the Protoss as a sparring partner is definitely leveraged.

......

Mu Sen opened his eyes and saw the sunlight warming a lot through the window lattice, and sighed in his heart, time really flicked his fingers, and the little white horse roared and set off white waves in the long river of years.

Well, what Mu Sen sighed was not the days of the Feiyun Tribe, after all, it was only a few days. What he sighed was that in the days of the Holy Mountain, when he made a breakthrough in cultivation, he didn't feel that Mu Sen was looking back now, alas, he was going to be crowned. There is still half a year to go, and he will change from an ignorant teenager to a young man in his twenties.

It's terrible to think about, and immediately has the troubles of Ben San's greasy middle-aged uncle.

This is Qizhai They don't know what Mu Sen is thinking, if they know that they have to spit on his face, the life span of a barbarian warrior is connected to cultivation, and the higher the cultivation, the longer the lifespan.

A combination like Mu Sen has no problem living for thousands of years.

So, moaning or something without illness is the most shameless.

Mu Sen got up, moved his muscles and bones, and suddenly a crackling sound came. He pushed open the door and exhaled deeply, and Bai Lian soared straight into the sky.

"Morning, Governor. ”

"Morning, Governor. ”

......

There are countless begging soldiers popping out of inexplicable corners. The small courtyard that Shi Wei prepared for Mu Sen was not big, after all, he didn't know that Mu Sen still had such a big vote of people at the time, and he thought that Mu Sen was the only one who lived alone.

Later, Shi Weiti wanted to change the big house for Mu Sen, but Mu Sen did not agree. Because Mu Sen feels that a small yard also has the advantages of a small yard, such as being able to test the hidden ability of the beggar army.

"The next time you're invisible in the air, pay attention to the flow of air. ”

"It's a good idea to hide in the Ground Escape, but you still have to continue to master the heat. ”

"There is too much water in the air......"

......

Mu Sen said as he mixed juice for himself. When he finished speaking, the juice was ready, and he took a sip with a happy expression on his face.

"Today is the battle between Xinshan and the Poignant Warband, let's go and see. Mu Sen said to everyone. "Oh, by the way, do you want to bet on who wins?"

Then, without waiting for everyone to answer, Mu Sen continued, "I bet on Xinshan and they won." Are you going to bet on the Gloomy Warband to win?"

"We also bet on Xinshan and they won. Many begging soldiers said.

The Bleak Wargroup is the elite wargroup of the Feiyun Tribe, with brilliant combat achievements and great ferocity in the entire wilderness.

However, what they have to face is the already talented Xin Shan and his party, who were built by the beggar army with all their resources, Shenli bothered to sparring partners, and Mu Sen had no hidden guidance. In terms of victory or defeat, Xin Shan and others have the advantage.

"It's not interesting for you guys to do this, if they all win against Xinshan, then what's the fun?" Mu Sen looked at Qizhai helplessly.

Qizhai waved their hands, "Dudu, why don't you win by suppressing the Huanghuang Clan?" After all, Xinshan has offended you so much, you should expect them to lose." ”

"Hehe, I'm a naturally good-natured person. Mu Sen said without blushing and without a heartbeat. Hehe, what level Xin Shan and others are at now, Mu Sen is clear. The main lineup of the bleak warband is not there now, and what remains in the tribe is only a group of second-team members. If you want to wrestle with Xin Shan, it's not that meaningful.

When both parties choose the same option, the bet becomes meaningless.

Mu Sen took Qizhai and them out to the competition venue, and saw their lion clan hurrying by along the way, as if they were hiding from the plague god.

"Alas, I didn't expect us to be so unloved. Qizhai's sigh on his face is as fake as it gets.

Mu Sen glanced at Qizhai speechlessly, not to mention that you are more inclined to be proud now. Don't you have any points in your heart if you are loved or not? During this time, you have caught and scolded whom, and you have picked up the entire Feiyun tribe. Countless flying clouds were pressed to the ground and rubbed by you, and they are too late to avoid you now, still love?

Hehe.

Feeling Mu Sen's gaze, Qizhai instantly understood what Mu Sen was thinking, "Dudu, at least our cooperation is more skillful, and the combat effectiveness that erupts is more powerful." ”

Mu Sen agrees with this very much, and under the helpless sparring of many lion clans in the entire Feiyun tribe, the beggar army is becoming more and more elite. In an event like the second team of the Bleak Warband, the beggar army disdained to participate in it at all. Because if they want to get serious, even a team of the bleak warband will be killed.

The battle between the two armies, a group of Yuan Ying, who can move mountains and seas, and half-step together, shouting slogans side by side, is enough to make the enemy tremble before the battle starts.

After all, although the Bleak Wargroup is an elite, it is not exaggerated to the point that the average cultivation is to the late Yuan Infant stage. Their average cultivation was no more than the pinnacle of Jindan. Ma Ji, can the entire lion clan make up a few battle groups with an average cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period?

The strength of the beggar army made the Feiyun tribe unhappy and powerless at the same time, and the lion extended the time of the death pass by several days. Originally, he waited for Mu Sen to get out of the customs, but now it seems that Mu Sen and his beggar army have no intention of leaving at all, so Shi Yuan can only continue to be a beautiful man in the corner.

In short, it is impossible to get out of the customs! Absolutely absolutely impossible! After all, he could not solve any of the many things that Shi Wei reported to him during this time. What if he leaves the customs and many clansmen come to call him justice?

Since the leaders have all made shrunken turtles, many elders and deacons of the Feiyun tribe do not want to touch their heads more. They also learned to retreat with the lion's spirit, and during this time, the retreat places specially opened up by the Feiyun tribe were a little insufficient, and the business was very hot. Some elders and deacons who did not get a place to retreat put up a sign in front of their room, saying that they wanted to retreat and that they should not be disturbed.

Their eyes were blazing, and they said that even the most difficult conditions could not stop their yearning for the 'Tao'. Isn't it just that the conditions are a little simple? Isn't it that it is very likely to be disturbed by the outside world? Isn't it that there is a very high probability of going mad?

None of this is a thing, as long as the heart is sincere, everything is false and can be broken.

There are also some elders and deacons who are not so thick-skinned, so they say that they want to travel and hone themselves. But in fact, many of them are just looking for a random place to visit relatives and friends. There is no sign of a breakthrough, and there is no state of mind to explore, travel a ball!

The current Feiyun tribe is a bit sluggish, and its popularity is not very high. If it weren't for the battle between Xin Shan and his party and the Poignant War Group today, there would be fewer people. After all, it's too risky to walk around the tribe right now......

Most of the lion clans who usually come out and walk around are some people with low cultivation, because they can't play the role of a sparring beggar army or even Xin Shan's party at all, so they are relatively safe.

Of course, there are also particularly thick-skinned Gao Xiu who is a lion clan, and when the beggar army lets them spar, they will pretend to be salted fish, and I will fall to the ground if you touch me.

This suffocating operation stumped the beggar army at once. Although the beggar army, especially Xin Shan and his party, wanted to break the corpses of these lion clans into 10,000 pieces, they were measured and knew that the current environment did not allow it. Don't look at the Feiyun tribe now as if they love whoever they are, this is because they haven't touched their real pain points.

If the beggar army dares to kill people, the entire Feiyun tribe will have to cheat the corpse to come back to life.

But fortunately, there are relatively few such shameless lion clans, and the impact on the beggar army is not great.

Soon, Mu Sen and the others came to the competition venue of Xin Shan and his party and the poignant war group. At this time, the two sides were already warming up, Mu Sen casually found a place to sit down, and then watched Xin Shan and his party warm up with interest.

Xin Shan and his entourage were moving their fists and feet at this time, their fists and feet were chaotic, the sky was full of shadows, and there were endless explosions coming, and it seemed that the momentum was very strong.

"Come on!" Mu Sen waved his hand and shouted at Xin Shan and his party.

Hearing Mu Sen's shout, although Xin Shan and the others were still unpretentious, the stiffness and indifference on their faces were much less.

Mu Sen also noticed this, a smile appeared on his face, and the cheering voice shouted louder. "Get these stupid lions down and let them know you're awesome!"

"Don't save face, their mother doesn't know them when they beat them!"

......

Looking at Mu Sen, who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, Shi Wei, who didn't know when he also came to the scene, was a little speechless. He listened for a while, and saw that Mu Sen had no intention of stopping at all, so he couldn't help but say, "Little Ancestor, the Poignant Battle Group is also very powerful!"

Mu Sen turned his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Bet or not?"

"Huh?"

......

At the beginning of the game, the bleak warband was tense, like an enraged hedgehog, they roared violently, their qi and blood surged, and they intersected with each other, forming a raging giant lion with teeth and claws directly in the air. The furious giant lion was full of hair and lifelike, and his blood-red eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

"Kill them!" Sensing the temperature around him as a result of the giant lion's appearance, Shiwei couldn't help but shout.

Also perceiving the changes around him, an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Mu Sen's mouth, "Xin Shan, how many breaths do you need to end this battle?"