Chapter 1022 Hostility (Three More)

Chu Li looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

This Yang Ping is moody and gloomy, and he is not a good person. It is not easy to work under this kind of person.

"Haha...hahahaha...!" Yang Ping laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward, and finally slapped the table hard, laughing even harder.

Chu Li looked at him calmly, his eyes calm.

Yang Ping suddenly restrained his smile, lowered his face, pointed at him and shouted: "You are a disciple of the Holy Cult of Guangming, why are you so naive!"

Chu Li said calmly: "Why did the general say that!"

"Since we established the Fengrui Battalion, there are only ten people who have retired from the Fengrui Battalion and worked hard to become a centurion. These ten people have all become generals. Do you think you are a general?" Yang Yang said. With a calm face, there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Chu Li remained silent.

Yang Ping sneered and said, "In the eyes of your Guangming Sacred Cult disciples, the general is no more than mediocre, right?"

Chu Li said: "Don't dare."

Yang Ping snorted, "Why don't you Guangming Shengjiao dare!"

Chu Li said: "General, I am now sanctioned by the holy religion, and I am almost expelled from the holy religion."

"Hmph, you killed an altar master and haven't been expelled from the holy religion. Of course you are favored by the saint." Yang Ping curled his lips and said disdainfully: "But when it comes to my territory, my subordinates don't care about you. All ghosts and geniuses, you have to give me a good coil, be honest and obedient!"

"Yes." Chu Li smiled.

This Yang Ping is hostile to the Guangming Sacred Sect, jealous and hateful, it seems that the Guangming Sacred Sect is not that popular.

Yang Ping gritted his teeth and stared at him.

Chu Li looked at him calmly.

The eyes of the two seemed to be fighting in the air, and it was hard to tell the winner.

Yang Ping gritted his teeth, hating Chu Li fiercely, these stinky bastards of the Bright Sacred Sect, really deserve to die!

The Holy Cult of Light is the state religion of Dali, and it is ubiquitous. There are many infiltrations of the Holy Cult of Light in the army, but there are also hardliners who firmly oppose the infiltration of the Holy Cult of Light into the army, and Yang Ping is one of them.

He was very dissatisfied with the Guangming Sect, especially with a woman on top of his head. Although the saint is wise and mighty, she is a woman after all.

"Come on!" Yang Ping shouted in a deep voice.

A soldier in iron armor came in outside: "General!"

"Send him to Fengrui Camp!" Yang Ping said coldly.

"Yes!" The soldier cupped his fists and saluted, and said to Chu Li, "Follow me!"

Chu Li clasped his fists at Yang Ping, and then followed the soldiers out of the tent.

Yang Ping gritted his teeth and stared at Chu Li with murderous intent.

The armored soldiers strode forward, not saying a word, and ignoring Chu Li.

The two quickly passed through the school martial arts field, passed through rows of tents, and walked about a mile to a remote location in the southwest corner of the barracks.

There are more than a dozen tents in this area, forming a school martial arts field, which is far away from the distant tents, forming an independent camp.

This school martial arts field is half smaller than the one he saw before, but it is also the size of a football field, enough for a horse to gallop, but at this time it is empty and deserted.

"Old Fan! Old Fan!" shouted the armored soldier.

A chubby old man ran out of a tent, dressed in a gray robe, while straightening his skirt, he ran over and shouted: "Come, come, come!"

He hurried to the front, clasped his fists together: "Xiao Jiang, you are a rare visitor, you haven't come for a long time!"

"I don't want to come!" The armored soldier said in a muffled voice, "I gave it away to you, didn't I keep complaining about no one!"

"Oh, I finally sent someone here!" Old Fan's round face, a friendly face of a businessman, exclaimed happily: "How many people are there this time?"

"This one in front of you." The armored soldier said: "Guangming Shengjiao, one is worth ten, let's go!"

"A member of the Guangming Sacred Cult?" Old Fan was overjoyed, turned his head to look at Chu Li, looked him up and down, and clicked his tongue: "Okay, okay, okay, good, good, good, Guangming Shengjiao disciples!...Thank you, General!"

"Bingjia will be sent here immediately!" The armored soldier said in a muffled voice, turned around and left, as if this was some kind of snake and scorpion place.

Lao Fan clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you Xiao Jiang."

The armored soldiers left much faster than when they came, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lao Fan looked at Chu Li happily: "Okay, okay, okay, from now on, we will eat in the same pot, and I don't know your name, brother, my name is Fan Yang, you can just call me Lao Fan. "

"Zhao Dahe!" Chu Li clasped his fists together.

"Zhao Dahe, good name, good name!" Fan Yang said with a warm smile, "Let's go, let me introduce you to the brothers in our battalion."

As he spoke, he raised his voice and shouted: "Xiao Xu! Xiao Xu!"

A man in his thirties lazily walked out of a tent, with his bare arms showing white flesh, his eyes were sleepy, he yawned, and said lazily, "Old Fan, what's the matter, disturbing my sweet dreams!"

"There's a new brother!" Fan Yang said with a chuckle, "We've finally assembled a team again!"

The round-faced, middle-aged middle-aged man's facial features are a bit funny. As he walked this way, he hummed impatiently: "I wish there would be no one. If we make up a team, we will die. If we don't make up a team, we can live a happy life." , why are you so happy to be sent to death!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, came closer, looked at Chu Li, and squinted at him: "The new one, what's his name?"

"His name is Zhao Dahe, and he is a disciple of the Guangming Sacred Cult." Fan Yang laughed.

"A member of the Guangming Sect?" The round-faced middle-aged man straightened his face, and the sleepiness on his face flew away, looking up and down at Chu Li: "Is he really a disciple of the Guangming Sacred Cult?"

"It's still fake!" Fan Yang said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, this is Xiao Xu, Xu Cihang, with a bad mouth, but a kind heart."

"Fuck you, you are kind!" Xu Cihang said angrily, "Zhao Dahe? You don't look like a disciple of the Holy Cult of Light."

Chu Li showed a smile: "The disciples of the Guangming Sacred Cult are all handsome and unrestrained. I am special, so I was sent to the sharp camp!"

"Ah..., what a pity." Both of them shook their heads.

Fan Yang sighed: "Guangming Shengjiao disciples, that is an unattainable existence, I didn't expect to see it alive!"

"The disciples of the Holy Cult of Light are not gods." Xu Cihang snorted, "They also have one mouth and two eyes!"

"It's as difficult as going to the sky to enter the Guangming Sacred Church, we are not qualified!" Fan Yang shook his head and sighed: "They are not such good parents."

"I was originally a disciple of a small gang in the countryside. I was an orphan. Later, I was discovered by the inspector and entered the Great Bright Peak." Chu Li said with a smile: "I can't help it, my martial arts qualifications are too good."

He found that the two had great admiration for the Holy Cult of Light, and their emotions towards him were quite complicated, envious, jealous, and gloating.

If he wants to integrate into Fengrui Camp as soon as possible, he should do what he likes and talk more about the Holy Cult of Light.

To outsiders, the Holy Cult of Light is mysterious and unattainable. After all, the disciples of the Holy Cult of Brightness are too few and strict, so they can be called one in a million.

"Ah—?" The two exclaimed in amazement, "Your aptitude is incredible!"

They looked at Chu Li in surprise, even more admiringly.

Chu Li smiled and nodded: "It's okay."

"Then how did you get thrown here?" Xu Cihang said, "You fell from the sky into the mud!"

"It's a long story." Chu Li shook his head and said, "There are many secrets involved in the sect, so I can only say a few words."

"Okay, talk quickly." The two hurriedly urged, their eyes widening curiously.

Chu Li coughed lightly: "I don't know where my tent is yet."

"Come, come with me." Lao Fan hurriedly dragged him into a tent, and said with a smile, "This is where you live."