God of War: I’m dying, can I meet?

Xiao Junlin was able to meet his old acquaintances before he died, so he cared about these etiquettes, supported Nangong Zhenwu, and signaled that he didn't need to salute.

"I'm already retired, and after all, you are my senior brother, why don't we call ourselves senior brothers?"

Hearing this, Nangong Zhenwu felt quite flattered.

can make the world-famous army god call him senior brother.

In today's battle, he hasn't fought yet, and he feels that his face is bright.

"Then you're welcome, Senior Brother King's Landing!haha!" Nangong

Zhenwu couldn't help but laugh.

Everyone outside the door heard the laughter in the inner hall, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

Nangong Zhenwu looked at Xiao Junlin with admiration again, "I look at the breath of my junior brother, sharp and restrained, strong but not strong, stable as Mount Tai, it seems that the skills of my father and the six great grandmasters, the junior brother has all been integrated."

Listen, Xiao Junlin also had the past in his mind.

After he ascended to the position of the god of war, the seven great masters of Great Xia coincided with the end of their lives.

So, in order to make the last contribution to the peace of Great Xia, these seven great masters passed on their lifelong internal skills to Xiao Junlin, which also greatly increased Xiao Junlin's skills.

Later, Xiao Junlin relied on the internal strength of the seven great masters to study the "Seventy-two Tricks of King's Landing" on his own, and he was invincible in the world from then on.

After all, those seven great masters can be regarded as Xiao Junlin's masters.

And one of them is Nangong Zhenwu's father, Nangong Long.

That's why Xiao Junlin is a senior brother when Nangong Zhenwu is a senior brother.

With such a dedicated father to the country, Nangong Zhenwu later devoted himself to promoting ancient martial arts, inherited the mantle of Nangong Long, and stepped into the great master.

"I have indeed comprehended it, senior brother, when Master Nangong passed on the credit to me, you weren't the slightest bit jealous?"

Xiao Junlin chatted casually.

Nangong Zhenwu snorted lightly after hearing this, as if he felt that Xiao Junlin looked down on him, "You and I have that kind of bearing? He

has always understood that the seven great masters passed on their skills to Xiao Junlin.

One is for the future of Great Xia.

The second reason is that only Xiao Junlin can carry their skills in the whole world.

Ordinary people either can't accept the great pain when passing on the gong, or they don't have enough talent to explode and die directly.

Only Xiao Junlin's iron will and rare martial arts talent can accept this power.

He, Nangong Zhenwu, was not only unqualified at that time, but also incapable.

Nangong Long had already explained this clearly to him.

"The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people, my father's decision is not wrong, I am the son.

Nangong Zhenwu waved his hand and motioned for Xiao Junlin to look outside, "Zhenwutang is named after me, if I don't even have this pattern, then I am not even worthy of being the son of Nangong Long."

The more Nangong Zhenwu spoke, the more excited he became, "Senior brother, do you still think I'm jealous of you? How can I say that you can believe it?"

Xiao Junlin smiled, this cheap senior brother, his temper is still the same as before.

You can say that he can't beat himself in martial arts, but you can't say that his character is not good.

Otherwise, he will be in a hurry.

"I believe it. "

Xiao Junlin is simple and direct, and Nangong Zhenwu has only then recovered the breezy style of the great grandmaster.

But soon, he saw Xiao Junlin beckoning to Lin Tiezhu.

Lin Tiezhu came in with a picture scroll, handed it to Xiao Junlin, and then went out.

Xiao Junlin put the scroll in front of Nangong Zhenwu and motioned for him to open it.

Nangong Zhenwu was surprised: "This is?"

Xiao Junlin smiled.

He knew that Nangong Zhenwu was a martial idiot when he was young, but when he got older, he had a hobby of collecting paintings.

As long as it is a painting of the authentic works of the ancients, Nangong Zhenwu can't put it down.

In particular, the four seasons of the painting relics of a thousand years ago were left behind, and three of them took Nangong Zhenwu ten years to finally collect.

spent most of Nangong Zhenwu's net worth.

But he couldn't find the fourth.

This has also become a major heart disease of Nangong Zhenwu.

"Since I'm coming to see an old friend, I can't come empty-handed.

As Xiao Junlin's words came, Nangong Zhenwu opened the picture scroll, and his breathing became more and more rapid, because on the picture scroll, it was a horse, galloping in the wind and snow.

It is vivid, as if the horse can run out of the painting at any time.

Nangong Zhenwu recognized it at a glance, it was the last one to draw the Saint Four Seasons Map.

"This ...... This is the snow treading map!"

Xiao Junlin nodded slightly, he could feel Nangong Zhenwu's excitement at the moment.

The kind of look of holding the scroll, his hands were shaking, and he looked at it cautiously as a treasure, so that Xiao Junlin understood that his little gift was the right gift.

This painting was given by the Daxia Dragon Medical Association on the day of his birthday banquet, and was thrown into Xiao Junlin's collection to eat soil.

Before he died, he fulfilled the wish of Nangong Zhenwu, a cheap senior brother.

"Senior brother...... No, my lord, this is too precious, I can't take it!" Nangong

Zhenwu said politely, but he had already rolled up the snow treading diagram and held it tightly in his hand, and he had no intention of returning it to Xiao Junlin at all.

"If you want it, you don't want it, what's hypocritical?" Xiao

Junlin smiled faintly, and Nangong Zhenwu immediately stepped down, saying, "Then I might as well be respectful!"

After that, he put away the snow treading map.

But soon it felt wrong.

"Senior brother, Phoenix Falling Treasure, do you have something for me to do?"

Nangong Zhenwu shook his head again, how could there be anything that the dignified military god

couldn't do? If Xiao Junlin couldn't do it, then it would be even more impossible for him to do it.

"I, Xiao Junlin, just give me a gift, I don't need you to do anything.

Xiao Junlin felt that the small talk was almost over, and the aura of the whole person changed, "Since you have fulfilled your wish, you should also let me see how the strength of the Great Martial Arts Grandmaster is now."

Nangong Zhenwu sensed Xiao Junlin's battle intent, although his heart still couldn't stop beating nervously, but the blood in his body was also boiling.

"Okay!"

he took Xiao Junlin to the martial arts hall, and ordered the door to be closed, and no one was allowed to peek.

Nangong Zhenwu seriously bowed his hand to Xiao Junlin, "I have two major regrets in my life, one is to step on the snow map, and the other is to defeat you twice in a row, today, I also want to teach the military god Xiao Junlin again, how strong is it!".