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Chapter 1975 The Secret of Lu Xingling's Father

in the next period of time.

The Tianjiao who came to practice also entered their assigned teams.

It can be regarded as running in advance.

In case of time, what happens.

Among the Tianjiao of the Yun clan's imperial clan, except for Jun Xiaoyao, the distribution of the rest is normal.

Unlike Jun Xiaoyao, who was assigned to the cannon fodder team.

This further proves that someone secretly targeted Jun Xiaoyao behind the scenes.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about that either.

It won't be too late to calculate this account after he returns from his experience here.

After about half a month.

Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao, who was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath in the camp, heard a desolate horn.

The sound of the horn spread throughout the Three Emperors' Fortress.

Suddenly, countless roars and piercing sounds sounded.

That's the cultivator of the Township Army setting off.

At this time, Lu Xingling came to Jun Xiaoyao's side.

She has long hair tied in a ponytail, and she looks capable and refreshing.

Because of years of experience, her figure is also excellent, her waist is tight and flexible, her legs are particularly round and slender, with firm elasticity.

She was wearing a light blue skirt armor, and she looked like a heroic female Martial Sage at the moment.

"Young Master Yunxiao, the horn for the expedition has sounded. Get ready and let's go." Lu Xingling said.

"Yes." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

In the barracks of the Seventy-two Squad, members have already begun to assemble.

The entire team is less than 10,000 people.

In the formation of the town border army, the number of people is already very small.

Originally such a small number of people will be dismantled.

However, under Lu Xingling's strong request, they still kept it.

Of course, even if it is retained, it is still a cannon fodder team, and sooner or later it will be exhausted.

But at this moment, the members of the Seventy-two Squad were all full of fighting spirit, and there was even excitement in their eyes.

Originally, for this expedition, many people had a will to die, thinking that they might not be able to return.

But now...

Everything changed because of one person.

Not far away, the figures of Jun Xiaoyao and Lu Xingling appeared together.

"I met Captain Lu, Young Master Yunxiao."

The members present shouted in unison.

Jun Xiaoyao, although he was only a talented person who joined the training halfway.

But with his status there, it is obviously impossible to be treated as an ordinary member.

"Hehe, Captain Lu and Young Master Yun Xiao stand together, and they are really worthy."

The blind old cultivator suddenly joked.

He is an old man from Lu Xingling's father's generation, and he is also the oldest.

So of course you can joke about it.

And after getting along during this period of time, I also found that Jun Xiaoyao didn't have the airs of the young master of the imperial clan, so he shouldn't mind any jokes.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

It was rare for Lu Xingling to feel a little embarrassed, and an imperceptible blush appeared on his pretty face.

Out of the corner of her eye, she subconsciously glanced at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao just smiled along and didn't mind.

"Okay, this time the outbreak of the monster wave should not be underestimated."

"The place we are going to is the Land of Debris located within the White Mist Area."

Lu Xingling said in a serious tone.

Joking aside, when serious, Lu Xingling is also an iron-blooded man.

"I'll wait until I understand."

All the members present shouted.

Looking at those pairs of determined eyes, Lu Xingling was suddenly moved in his heart.

Even the team she was in was called the Cannon Fodder Squad.

But these people still follow her unswervingly.

Lu Xingling suddenly opened his lips and said, "This time, I hope everyone can come back alive."

Hearing this, the blind old cultivator, the one-armed cultivator and other veteran members all had smiles in their eyes.

From the point of view of human touch, Lu Xingling is really the same as her father.

It's just that such a good commander was framed by others, and finally fell innocently.

Thinking of this, some members sighed in their hearts.

But the one eye of the blind old cultivator was looking at Jun Xiaoyao.

With Jun Xiaoyao's status, it is absolutely possible to seek justice for Lu Xingling's father.

Lu Xingling obviously understood this too.

But she never took the initiative to mention it.

She doesn't want to bother or depend on other people.

And now, it's not the time to talk about this, the blind old cultivator can only keep this matter in his heart for the time being.

Soon, the members of the Seventy-two Squad were all ready to go to the gathering place of the Township Army.

In the Three Emperors' Fortress, there are extremely vast platforms everywhere.

Densely packed, countless township troops gathered in it.

There are many warships floating in the void.

There is a bronze chariot with a cold light running through the void.

Some powerful commanders of the township army sat on ferocious beasts with ancient bloodlines, exuding awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

When Jun Xiaoyao came here, he was a little amazed when he saw the battle.

No wonder the Three Emperors' Fortress can protect the peace of Jiehai.

This momentum is not bad!

And here, countless eyes also fell on Team Seventy-Two.

To be precise, it fell on Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, with Jun Xiaoyao's status, joining the cannon fodder squad would be too contrasting and would be extremely eye-catching.

"This is the first time we have received this kind of attention." Lu Xingling said.

There was a hint of wry smile and helplessness in the tone.

Only when Jun Xiaoyao joined them, their cannon fodder squad, would they attract such attention.

"Don't worry, gold will always shine."

Jun Xiaoyao smiled slightly.

Lu Xingling, this woman, is a general, with a capable and refreshing personality.

But if that's the case, Jun Xiaoyao can only help at most.

There is no such urge to take it under his command.

He wanted to see Lu Xingling's performance during his training.

"Then entrust the young master with auspicious words." Lu Xingling also smiled.

She didn't think much of it.

"My lord..."

Yun Yusheng, Yun Xuanxu and others all looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

There are also Tantai Qingxuan, Dongfang Qingwu and others.

Jun Xiaoyao comforted them with his eyes, so that they don't have to worry about their own situation.

On the other side, the army of the Ninth Army also came.

The number of people is more than ten thousand, and each soldier is strong and powerful, with extraordinary momentum.

Compared with the Seventy-Two Squad, they are nothing compared to each other. There is no comparison at all.

The vice-captain Hou Gu was also there.

With Jun Xiaoyao around, he didn't dare to speak harshly to Lu Xingling anymore.

It's just that the eyes are very gloomy.

He wanted to sit back and watch the seventy-two team be wiped out in this tide of demon killing.

As for Xiahou Shenzang, in the ninth army, there are several strong men in the army by his side.

He also just glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, then looked away.

No need to talk nonsense.

Meritorious service is the last word.

On the other side, Huangfu Jing, the proud daughter of the Huangfu imperial family, was in the thirteenth team.

He also glanced at Jun Xiaoyao with great interest.

"I'm looking forward to it. In a dangerous place like the cannon fodder squad, what kind of performance will the young master of the Yun family have?"

"Will it be possible to become a competitor of my cousin?"

Huangfu waited and waited.

After the town border army assembled.

A great commander appeared and shouted, "Let's go!"

Rumble!

The mighty township army, like a war machine, launched directly, causing the heavens and stars to tremble.

A bright giant teleportation array lights up.

The troops from all walks of life entered the teleportation formations one after another.

This battle of the township army, which is also the experience of all the geniuses, finally kicked off!

I wish all book lovers a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

(end of this chapter)