world festival

Seeing this, Xu Er cut off Zisheng's supporting leg without hesitation. He has rich experience in fighting, and he knew that this young man's figure was light and nimble, and he couldn't be dealt with by ordinary people. Xu Er made another fatal blow.

Seeing his opponent slashing at his supporting leg, Zisheng groaned inwardly, but he had no choice but to jump up and dodge. He was still in mid-air when he saw a round shield flying towards him. , just as Zisheng pushed aside the flying shield, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and he stabbed his face with a knife.With both hands already at the outer door, he could only close his eyes and bite towards the blade, resisting desperately.

There is absolutely no stance in martial arts in the world to bite the opponent's weapon with your mouth, it is purely a dying struggle of self-generated instinct.Zisheng had already closed his eyes and waited to die, but he only felt a slight pain in his mouth. The pain he imagined piercing his throat with a white knife did not happen. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the opponent in front of him did not use any force. However, it is full of admiration and surprise.

Xu Er casually pulled out the blade from Zisheng's mouth. If it was said that his heart was only pity for talent just now, he has been shocked by this young man's vigorous desire to survive no matter what.

"Even if the blade is stabbed in the face, you have to bite it with your mouth. Such a good man will definitely make a lot of achievements in this world. How can he die in such a trivial matter? I ask Captain Wang to show his noble hand and spare this man One life."

Xu Erlang reported to Wang Fo'er above, pleading for his own life.

The onlookers were also whispering. They were men in troubled times who had fought on the battlefield for many years. They were also shocked by the courage and tenacity of this young man, and they did not speak out against it.Standing at the top, Wang Fo'er looked at the bloody, rebellious young man below, as if he saw himself struggling to survive in Huaibei in the past, and his hard heart was rarely softened, nodded and said: "That's all. , this young man is really a good boy, he is a good soldier after a good training, are you willing to serve as a soldier in Huainan Moyedu?" The last sentence he said was to Zisheng.

Zisheng has not yet recovered from the shock of his escape from death just now, he looked at the opponent who just pleaded for him, and not far away, Xiulian's anxious and gentle eyes were also looking at him with concern, maybe it was just now. The reason for the change is too big, and the self-generated body feels a kind of fatigue that has never been experienced before, "Let's vote for Mo Xie, who is a son of Laoshi, to serve as a soldier. At least it is better than wandering in the mountains. Sister Xiulian can also have a Rely." Thinking of this, Zisheng stood up and nodded.

In Moxie's camp, Lu Fangzheng watched with great interest Zisheng who was wolfing down not far away. There was a half-empty porridge bucket beside him. Xiulian, who was sitting next to him, was adding porridge to him and poking it on top of his head from time to time. To remove grass leaves and other sundries, his face is full of affection.

"Fo'er, isn't this your illegitimate son who lived outside in the past, why is his appetite as terrifying as yours?"

"Don't talk nonsense, general. I haven't married yet. Where did the child come from?" Wang Fo'er's face flushed red, and he was about to bleed. He is usually very solemn and self-sufficient, and his qualifications are old. All the generals in the camp respect him. Indeed, only Lu Fang himself dared to make this joke.

"You still say no, you look at the size, this face shape, everything is similar, Liniang, look, how can there be such a body at such a young age, that Xiulian may be Fo'er Mother-in-law, Fo'er, congratulations on your family reunion today, it's time to celebrate." Lu Fang finally seized an opportunity to tease Wang Fo'er, his face was still serious at the moment, and his stomach might have already burst into laughter.

Shen Liniang who was standing by the side didn't know the truth of the matter. Looking from a distance, the Zisheng not far away was tall and tall, and his figure was no different from ordinary people at the age of fourteen or fifteen. If he grows up, he will be a giant like Wang Foer.In addition, although Wang Fo'er was only twenty-five or six years old, but with a bearded face, it seemed that some people would believe it when he said thirty-four or five. Seeing that Wang Fo'er suddenly brought a strange