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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Sky and the Dragon Chapter 445: Entering the Valley

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    Chapter 445 Entering the Valley

    "Gang leader, it would be great if Wuliang Eighteen was riding here!" A man next to him shook his head and sighed.

    Someone next to him echoed: "Yes, if the riding skills and martial arts of the Wuliang Eighteen Cavalry can be taught to them, they will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. Even if they are not taught, they can be greatly improved by being influenced by their ears and eyes. They will be much better than they are now practicing blindly!"

    Qiao Feng gave a bitter smile: "The Eighteen Wuliang Cavalry are the backbone of the Wuliang Sect. When the sect is in trouble, they need to go back Besides, they are members of the Wuliang Sect after all, not from our Qingfeng Gang. How can they stay here all day long?"  here?!"

    "Uh, that's true."

    "What a pity!  If our knights were one-tenth of the Infinite Eighteen, they would be enough to run rampant on the prairie!" Some people were extremely annoyed.

    A middle-aged man looked at Qiao Feng's face and said with a smile: "Gang leader, you and Mr. Xiao are brothers, so it won't be difficult to borrow them here."

    Qiao Feng shook his head: "The reason why the Eighteen Wuliang Cavalry stayed here is because the Qingfeng Gang had too few people and was too weak. Now they have returned to the Wuliang Sect to practice martial arts at a higher level, and they cannot leave here."

    "Alas what a pity!" Everyone shook their heads.

    They have seen the majesty of the Infinite Eighteen Riders, and when they look at the group of knights in front of them, they feel that they are lackluster and cannot be measured in miles. They are too far behind!

    "Brother Qiao, you are still thinking about my eighteen people!" A clear laughter suddenly sounded, a green shadow flashed, Xiao Yuesheng appeared out of thin air, as if there was a door in the void, he stepped across the threshold and came in.

    "Second brother!" Qiao Feng was overjoyed. Huo De turned around, strode to Xiao Yuesheng, hugged his arm, and laughed.

    "I haven't been here to drink for a few days. It's really unpleasant." Xiao Yuesheng also laughed.

    Qiao Feng laughed and nodded, feeling the same, and said with a smile: "Come on, let's go back and have a drink!"

    "Don't be in a hurry to drink. Let's take a look at them first." Xiao Yuesheng pointed at the billowing yellow smoke in the distance.

    "Alas, I'm ashamed." Qiao Feng shook his head with a wry smile and pointed to the distance: "These guys have worked hard in training, but their qualifications are limited and they have not entered the country very much."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled: "We are also too eager to achieve success. After all, it is not easy to achieve success in one step."

    "There is no other way but to train hardHalf of the people have already quit, and the remaining ones have better temperament and qualifications than ordinary people." Qiao Feng said this with a trace of compassion in his eyes.

    These disciples were originally elites, but since the training, half of them have suffered injuries, bleeding from the mouth, internal injuries, broken limbs, or external injuries. They need a period of recuperation and can no longer participate in this competition.  Batch training.

    ????????????These people who were eliminated were all unwilling, annoyed, depressed, and their injuries were very slow to heal. He couldn't bear to see them, and he was afraid that they would sink completely.

    This time the blow was really too big.

    Xiao Yuesheng thought for a while and said: "Practice blindly has its limits after all Well, these people need to be absolutely reliable!"

    "Second brother, what are you going to do?" Qiao Feng was startled.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced behind Qiao Feng, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

    A clear voice sounded in Qiao Feng's ears: "I have a secret method, which is similar to the Buddhist initiation method and can directly improve their cultivation."

    "Ah¡ª¡ª?!" Qiao Feng was startled. He was once the leader of the Beggar Clan and had a lot of knowledge. As soon as he heard about the initiation method, he thought about it. His eyes widened and he looked at Xiao Yuesheng in disbelief.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said with a smile, "Brother Qiao, don't worry."

    "But, will this hurt yourself?" Qiao Feng hesitated, frowning and staring at him.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I can recover after I practice for a while."

    Qiao Feng was silent, lowered his head and thought for a while, gritted his teeth, raised his head and said, "Brother, how many people can you cultivate?"

    "How many are they?" Xiao Yuesheng asked.

    Qiao Feng sighed: "Originally there were five hundred people, but now there are only three hundred."

    "Well, let's just say three hundred people." Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly, looking unconcerned.

    Qiao Feng hurriedly shook his head and frowned: "No, it's too many!"

    "Brother Qiao, don't worry, I know it well." Xiao Yuesheng laughed.

    "This is no child's play. What if an enemy takes the opportunity to come to your door?" Qiao Feng shook his head and said seriously with a determined expression.

    Xiao Yuesheng touched his nose and said with a smile: "I have been in the Qingfeng Gang these days. Even if there are enemies, aren't you still there, Brother Qiao?"

     "Okay then!" Qiao Feng stared at him for a while and nodded slowly.

    He secretly decided that even if he risked his own life, he would protect his second brother. Besides, his second brother had the right idea and there was no reason to change his words.

    "Be careful, don't show off your strength!" Qiao Feng whispered.

    "I don't have to." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded.

    Zhang Deming is an elite disciple of Qingfeng Gang¡¯s Qinglong Hall. He is a knight. He usually trains hard and has almost no time to rest. The competition is extremely fierce.

    As one of the elite disciples, he has a separate small courtyard. In addition to practicing martial arts, he has nothing to distract him. There is a disciple to help handle all secular affairs.

    When you eat, you don¡¯t have to go to the dining room in the hall. Someone will help you bring it back and eat it in your own courtyard without anyone interfering.

    As for what you do in your own yard, no one cares, as long as you can keep up with everyone and don't get kicked down in the monthly competition.

    The disciples who can enter the Qinglong Hall must have excellent qualifications, are strong in age, and advance very quickly in martial arts. If they relax even a little bit, they will be surpassed by others.

    Once you are surpassed, trying to catch up is as difficult as climbing to the sky. In the big competition at the end of the month, you will inevitably be brushed down and lowered to the Xuanhu Hall, where you will be ridiculed.

    Although the training was extremely hard, many brothers suffered internal injuries and some suffered external injuries due to excessive exercise and had to quit. Looking at their unwilling eyes, Zhang Deming was deeply shocked every time he thought about it.

    He will never quit the Qinglong Hall, even if he dies, he will still be the ghost of the Qinglong Hall, so when he practices, he works extremely hard, bravely and diligently, and is the best among his peers.

    On this day, after training, he was exhausted, as if he had been fished out of the water. As soon as he returned to the small courtyard, before he could sit down, the door rang.

    ¡°Come in!¡± He hummed impatiently, took off his heavy armor, hung it on the shelf next to the door, and stood at the door of the hall facing the wind.

    The courtyard door opened, and a disciple in green shirt came over quietly. Seeing Zhang Deming standing at the door, looking at him impatiently, he hurriedly bowed and said: "Senior Brother Zhang, the gang leader calls you over."

    "Gang leader?" Zhang Deming was startled, his gloomy face relaxed, and he said warmly: "What's the matter?"

    "I don't know either." The disciple in green shirt bowed and said. He had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were quite lively and shone with a bit of spiritual wisdom.

    "Well, I think the second master is here, right?" Zhang Deming walked out of the hall, stepped down the steps in two steps, took off the clothes hanging on the wire, took off the original clothes and put on the newly washed ones.

    As soon as he took off his clothes, he revealed his strong muscles and scars all over his body. The disciple in green shirt was startled and looked in admiration.

    "Yes, the second master came here this morning." He responded hurriedly.

    Zhang Deming was quick with his hands and feet, and quickly got dressed. He wiped his sweat-wet hair with his old clothes, dried it on the wire again, and waved his hand: "Let's go!"

    The disciple in green shirt looked at the clothes on the wire, and then at the clothes on Zhang Deming, showing a trace of doubt and thoughtfulness.

    Zhang Deming blushed and snorted: "What are you thinking about? Why don't you lead the way?!"

    "Yes." The disciple in green shirt nodded hurriedly, and he was convinced that this senior brother Zhang is really interesting. He probably didn't wash his clothes at all, so he just dried them and put them on again.

    Zhang Deming followed him out of the gang station, got on his horse, and galloped to his heart's content. After nearly ten miles, he came to a valley, a heavily guarded valley. After three layers of inspection, he actually entered.

    Zhang Deming looked at it curiously. He had known this valley for a long time and knew that it was where the gang leader lived. His wife lived in it, and there were also some distinguished guests from the gang.

    ???????????????????? But very few of the disciples in the gang have ever gone in. Even the guards have remained silent since they came back, and despite their current clich¨¦s, they have learned nothing.

    This makes the valley covered with a mysterious veil, as if there is some big secret hidden inside.

    Now that I can finally enter this valley, it means that I have become the core disciple of the gang, the most loyal group of people!

    Thinking of this, his heart was excited and his whole body was full of strength. The fatigue after training seemed to be swept away.
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