Chapter 1533

The third regiment chief counselor Songyan is supreme. The old eyes have no wisdom and wisdom of "everything is in control".

Not long ago, they laughed and saw Jiang Cheng blocked out of the array.

At that time, they all thought they had a plan. They all waited to see how Jiang Cheng was fooled and taught a lesson by them.

Now, he finally found that some people are not what he can predict.

From the moment chengge broke the battle, the situation slipped in another direction.

Seemingly reckless and arrogant, they rushed their so-called plans to pieces.

Xiang Li slowly closed his eyes and tried to suppress his inner anger.

He doesn't want to see it anymore.

Now I just want to wait until this absurd farce is over and see how Jiang Cheng ends.

The remaining 20000 people in the field were quickly looted.

Everyone is clean and smooth. Many people are stripped to only one pair of underpants. They are scarred all over. They are sad to see tears and hear them.

Many people of the fourth Legion were beaten out of temper, and even panic and confusion floated on their faces.

And more people simply fainted under shame and anger.

Their sense of superiority was destroyed, and even their morale was devastated.

Where can I see the style of an elite teacher?

This scene made several legions around couldn't help taking a breath.

This is terrible!

They silently put the eighth Legion on on the list of inviolable.

If commander Jiang supports this "security brigade" and provokes them, they will only be retaliated several times.

They don't want to be treated like this.

Everyone in the eighth Legion was elated and washed away the decadent color before.

They are also very good at being human. They took the initiative to hand over more than a dozen Taoist weapons above level 7 to commander Jiang for safekeeping.

Brother Cheng is very pleased.

Pick up Meng Lin by the way.

As the chief General of the fourth legion, although Meng Lin is only a Taoist priest, he rarely wears an eighth order Taoist armor, which is still worth a lot of immortal yuan points.

The latter no longer roared, but silently let Jiang Cheng do it.

After all this, brother Cheng finally withdrew from the border and took back the holy soul.

"Well, it's done!"

The brother clapped his hands and planned to leave.

How could Xiang Li let him leave like this.

"Commander Jiang!"

His teeth clenched and his voice was squeezed out of his teeth.

"Do you think it's over?"

The city elder brother looked at him in surprise, and looked at the eighth Legion who made a lot of money next to him.

Then he shrugged.

"Otherwise?"

"The bad incident of the eighth Legion being looted has been satisfactorily resolved, avoiding greater unrest within the Tianle army."

"Everyone is very satisfied and everyone is happy."

"You can disperse..."

Several of the crowd of the crowd were unable to make complaints about it.

Is this a satisfactory solution?

Your way to solve the riot is to create another worse incident in a more violent way?

Who else is happy except the eighth Legion?

Xiang Li almost couldn't resist his impulse to burst on the spot.

He vowed that if Jiang Cheng didn't have the status of coach, he would definitely have a life and death duel with him!

"Should you give us a reasonable explanation for plundering the fourth legion with the eighth Legion?"

With his words, Meng Lin, on the other side, who had already been driven crazy by resentment, shouted violently!

"The fourth Legion belongs to, all in formation!"

His voice was full of strong hatred and killing intention.

You don't have to feel it carefully at all. You can directly see the evil spirit.

"Get ready to fight!"

"Target - the eighth Legion!"

The fourth regiment has a total of more than 40000 people.

Just now, more than 20000 people were maimed and disarmed, but there are still more than 20000 left.

"Roar!"

After hearing the order, the more than 20000 people almost couldn't wait to sacrifice their weapons and origins.

All aimed at the eighth Legion.

All of a sudden, the whole scene turned pale, and the sense of oppression of the coming storm had condensed into reality, impacting everyone's heart.

There are only more than 20000 people, but the feeling is not inferior to more than 100000 evil immortals!

Ling Hou and others could not help retreating.

Although the breakup between Jiang Cheng and Xiang Li Menglin is the picture they most want to see.

But when it happened, he found that some of his previous ideas were a little naive.

Once upon a time, he felt that the three legions under his command could be worse than one of the third or fourth legions.

This is also one of the strengths of his rivalry with Huan Changxiang and Li Menglin.

Now he was surprised to find that the more than 100000 people under his command were not enough for the fourth legion, which was half disabled.

A new war is already on the line.

Xiang Li slowly raised his right hand and temporarily stopped Meng Lin, who was full of war.

He stared at Jiang Cheng and said expressionless, "Jiang Cheng, if you can't give us a satisfactory explanation today, I can't guarantee what the fourth Corps will do."

"The front-line officers and men can't tolerate the trampling of some curfews."

"In order to calm their anger, even if they tear up the eighth Legion and make trouble in Zixiao hall, what's the harm?"

His voice echoed in the audience like a fight between gold and iron, with a determined momentum.

Everyone of the eighth Legion is watching Jiang Cheng.

Many faces showed fear, but unexpectedly no one fled.

Perhaps it was because they had just pressed the fourth Legion on on the ground and hammered it. They had something in their bones that they didn't have before.

Meng Chun and Chi Ling's breath were trembling, and Yan Ping tried to restrain his jumping heart, but he couldn't hide the worry on his face.

The supreme Songyan is silently observing Jiangcheng.

He wants to see what else the coach can do if he doesn't play cards according to the routine.

Is it difficult to break out a real fight with his Tianle army?

If that happens, it's all over.

No matter who wins, it will be a failure in the end, and there will be no winner.

In this depressing and tense atmosphere, Jiang Cheng, who was in the focus of the audience, suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha?"

"Explain? Do I need to explain anything?"

He looked at the murderous fourth Legion and looked at them without concession.

"If I remember correctly, some people have spoken to me before."

"For example, if you can't even keep your own equipment, you don't deserve to be called a legion."

"For example, such waste deserves to be robbed."

"For example, if my equipment is robbed, I don't have the face to come out and see people. What's the good meaning to come out and shout?"

"Oh, yes, and the most classic sentence..."

"An immortal can't even protect his own Taoist instruments, which means they don't deserve to have them at all. It means that those equipment are not what they should have and have no chance with them."

His eyes locked on Meng Lin, the leader.

"Did you say that?"