Chapter 215 What Grade?

General Li, Li Xinfan!

When everyone heard this name, their hearts trembled slightly.

Even Ni Yunhong couldn't help but change his face slightly.

This is not a military camp arranged near Linhai, but the Fucheng military camp is the largest military group in a county.

This Li Xinfan is not an ordinary cultivator, but a majestic patriarch of the extreme way. Together with the city lord Deng Xiyuan, he is the most powerful warrior of the royal family in Changlong County. If it is only in terms of the power in his hands, even the Ni family, which has three extreme patriarchs, dare not say that they can overwhelm him.

Although Ou Yangming was well-known, it was beyond everyone's expectations to be considered so highly by such a person.

With a forced smile, Ouyang Ming said, "Captain Zhang, how did General Li know about this unknown soldier?"

"Nobody?" Zhang Mingzhe laughed dumbfounded, and said, "Master Ou, you underestimate yourself." He straightened his face and said, "My brothers admire you for what you have done, and I am grateful from the bottom of my heart. Hehe, General Li personally ordered that if I see you, I must thank you with a military salute."

Everyone became more and more puzzled, and the old craftsman even touched Ouyang Ming lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Boy, what did you do?"

Ouyang Ming was stunned for a while, and said, "I didn't do anything..."

Zhang Mingzhe shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Master Ou, in order to seek justice for our soldiers, you fought against the imperial merchants alone, and severely taught those high-ranking officials and nobles. Have you forgotten such a big event?"

The old craftsman's eyes widened, he looked at Ouyang Ming, and cursed in his heart, what's going on, I'll let this kid explain it to me when I get home.

Ouyang Ming was startled, and said: "Captain Zhang,

This was supposed to be something I did. It's a trivial matter, so it's not worth General Li's concern. "

"Small things? Hehe..." Zhang Mingzhe laughed, but there was a trace of indescribable bitterness in that laughter. He lowered his voice and said, "Master Ou, besides you, how many people are willing to serve our soldiers?" So how come?"

Ouyang Ming opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Mingzhe with a bitter face, but he was a little speechless.

A person who is willing to offend the Royal Shang family for a fire chief who is still dead, even in the presence of two extreme ancestors, who still refuse to let it go. Looking at the world, how many can there be?

However, although these things are realistic, once they are mentioned, it will inevitably make the soldiers feel cold. Therefore, even Zhang Mingzhe did not dare to make any noise.

"Master Ou, please!" Zhang Mingzhe stretched out his hand to guide and led everyone into the barracks.

As they walked along the way, Ouyang Ming obviously noticed that the number of people around them gradually increased. These people whispered to each other, and once he turned his head to look, someone always saluted him from a distance in that direction.

However, no one stopped them, and they just watched silently from a distance, saluted silently, and expressed their lofty respect in a way unique to soldiers.

Ouyang Ming was excited, he held his head high, followed behind the old craftsman, and walked calmly in the eyes of everyone.

At this moment, he firmly believed that everything he did was right.

Even if he offended the city lord, even if he offended the emperor, he would never regret it.

Finally, after going deeper into the barracks, the crowd dwindled. This is the residence of senior military officers, not everyone can enter.

A hearty voice sounded: "Ouyangming is here, great!"

Chen Yifan's familiar figure immediately appeared in everyone's eyes, but after he came out, his eyes were immediately attracted by the spear on Ouyang Ming's back, and he even turned a blind eye to Old Craftsman and the others.

"Xiao Ou, is this a weapon forged for this general?" Chen Yifan asked straight to the point.

Ouyang Ming smiled slightly, Chen Yifan was still as straightforward as before.

"General, this is the weapon I gave you. Take a look, are you satisfied?" Ouyang Ming untied the spear and threw it over.

If ordinary people want to enter a heavily guarded military camp, they have to go through numerous inspections. If they want to bring such an obvious self-made long gun, it is impossible to even think about it.

However, after knowing Ouyang Ming's name, all the soldiers unanimously ignored the spear and let him bring it in smoothly.

Chen Yifan reached out to take it, his gaze was fixed on the tip of the gun, and he shivered involuntarily.

Holding the gun in both hands, he shook it slightly, the body of the gun vibrated, and there was a humming sound, which shook the eardrums and made people feel chills.

"This...a good gun!" Chen Yifan's eyes were shining brightly, and he did not hide his joy: "Come on, let me try the gun!"

Let's just say, as soon as he turned around, he just walked into the yard arranged for him with a long gun.

Zhang Mingzhe, Ouyangming and the others looked at each other. Although they knew a little about Chen Yifan's temperament, doing so was too arbitrary.

The old craftsman coughed and said, "Hey, General Chen is like this, so willful. Hehe, let's go in too."

"Yes, yes." Zhong Yunda nodded repeatedly and echoed.

However, the two old men secretly thought in their hearts, General Chen, even if you see something good, you should hold it back anyway, there are still officers from the Fucheng military camp here.

Everyone had different thoughts, and when they entered the courtyard, they saw a gun shadow spread out in front of them.

Chen Yifan held a long spear, his figure flashed, and he was snatched away like a dragon. The long spear unfolded in his hand, like a blue dragon flying through the clouds, writhing and playing in the courtyard.

Suddenly, the Jiaolong turned his head and seemed to stare at everyone.

As a result, everyone felt a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if the light transformed by the spear shadow was really a huge flood dragon that could swallow them all in one gulp.

Feeling the coldness constantly being released from the shadow of the gun, the old craftsman's first three arms blacksmiths all felt chills in their hearts, and slowly moved back, farther and farther away.

On the contrary, Ouyang Ming and Zhang Mingzhe watched intently. Zhang Mingzhe admired him in his heart.

But Ouyang Ming was delighted to see it. His understanding of the Chen family's marksmanship was far from what it used to be. Looking at Chen Yifan's marksmanship and confirming it with what he had learned in his heart, he felt that he had gone further. Naturally, he was happy in his heart.

Chen Yifan suddenly dropped his gun to the ground, dragged his gun and walked away with his back. After a few steps, he shouted loudly, and the tip of the gun jumped up like a poisonous snake, stabbing towards the void.

This shot condensed all his energy and energy. If there was someone chasing after him at this moment, he would be reduced to powder under this unstoppable shot.

The Chen family returned to the carbine and used it in his hands, which had a different charm.

"Good marksmanship!"

Several people entered from outside the door, and the first person was tall and slender, with a smile on his face, as if he had been pampered for a long time, but between the opening and closing of his eyes, his shining light made people dare not look directly at him.

Chen Yifan put away his gun and stood up, saying solemnly: "General Li!"

Zhang Mingzhe even knelt on the ground and said loudly, "General Li!"

Ouyang Ming and the others immediately knew the identity of the visitor, and they bowed together to salute. Old Craftsman and Ouyang Ming had recently seen the three extreme patriarchs of the Ni family, and their performance was not bad, but Zhong Yunda and the other two were trembling, and they didn't even know how to put their hands and feet.

Li Xinfan nodded slightly, and said, "Excuse me." He smiled and said, "Yifan, your marksmanship has improved again, and the Chen family can be regarded as a successor."

Chen Yifan said solemnly: "Thank you, General, for your compliment." With a flick of his wrist, he said, "This officer's marksmanship is still the same, but this gun..." He hesitated, and said: "Ouyang Ming, what is the quality of this gun? order?"

He has practiced marksmanship since he was a child, and he has seen countless spears, so he knows their grades well. However, looking at the spear in his hand at this moment, he couldn't judge its true grade.

What an incredible thing this was to him.

In fact, there was a faint guess in his heart. However, this guess was really wishful thinking, which prevented him from asking.

Li Xinfan laughed loudly and said, "Yifan, your eyesight is failing, show me."

Chen Yifan hesitated, and reluctantly handed over the spear.

Li Xinfan scolded with a smile: "You boy, when did you become so stingy and mother-in-law... Huh?" His voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at the spear carefully, but his face gradually became serious.

"This, this is... a magic weapon?" After a while, he suddenly cried out.

With the identity and self-cultivation of the Jidao Patriarch, he would lose his composure like this.

However, this is not surprising. When the three ancestors of the Ni family saw the magic weapon forged by Ouyang Ming for the first time, their performance was not much better.

"A magic weapon, is it really a magic weapon?" Chen Yifan's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed.

He had a hunch at first, but this conclusion was too appalling, so he didn't dare to speak.

Li Xinfan's wrist shook, and several gun flowers bloomed, and said: "Good gun, good gun!" In his voice, there was a trace of envy and unreserved appreciation.

Everyone thought in their hearts, isn't this nonsense? If magic weapons are not good guns, then what kind of equipment in the world can be called a good word?

Chen Yifan watched helplessly, intending to snatch it back, but he didn't dare to do it after all.

Although he is the leader of a battalion, he not only holds power, but also comes from a famous family, and his knowledge is far beyond comparison. But it is precisely because of this that he understands better, what does a magic weapon represent?

This kind of equipment is simply not something he can have.

Even if he can climb up to the ancestor realm by chance in his lifetime of practice, it is unlikely to obtain a portable magic weapon.

But now, this opportunity to own the magic weapon was just in front of his eyes. Seeing the spear flying in Li Xinfan's hands, his heart also moved accordingly, up and down, without stopping for a moment.

After a while, Li Xinfan finally stopped, and asked in Chen Yifan's eyes full of expectation and worry: "Yifan, where did you get this magic weapon from?"

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