Drive everyone away.

Yang Zheng lifted the wooden barrel and poured water on himself. The sticky blood on his body rushed to the ground with the flow of water.

He stood there quietly with his body naked. After a moment, his face suddenly turned pale and he lowered his body and started to retching.

"Why, why is this happening?" Yang Zheng let out a reindeer-like cry.

He just tore a man in half.

It’s not that he has never killed anyone, but this is the first time such a crazy move.

At that time, his head was empty and he had no idea what he had done.

After awakening, Yang Zheng was very scared.

He is afraid that he will lose human feelings, he is afraid that he will never love again, and killing will sometimes be like drug addiction.

He loves adventure, just as he loves life.

But the enthusiastic young man at the time is now covered in blood, and Yang Zheng is in pain and uneasy...

Suddenly, a non-salty and unpredictable voice trembled in his mind: "Yang, there is an unknown organism in your body. It affects your brain hormone secretion and makes you lose control."

"Barbie, is it you?" Yang Zheng, who woke up, hurriedly looked at his chest, and indeed a fire mark was shining.

"What the hell is going on? Barbie, what unknown creature?"

"A pretty powerful organism, huh," Barbie thought about it for a moment and continued, "it should be sealed on your right hand."

Yang Zheng took off his gloves and revealed his dim right hand. The dark red texture covered the surface of his skin, while the surface of his nails was covered with a metallic luster, which looked like it was coated with an iris. What did Scarlett do?

"Barbie, what do I have to do to get my hands back to its original state."

"Why do you need to untie it? Although this thing will affect your brain hormones, its power is very good and can at least improve your ability ten times."

"Don't talk so much nonsense, I'll ask you how you can get your hands back to their original state."

"It's very simple, just unseal the seal."

"How to solve it?"

"Of course it's the person who seals this thing, that woman, go find her."

"Nonsense, she wants to understand, I'll ask you." Yang Zheng gritted his teeth. Is this Barbie really stupid or fake stupid?

"no?"

Yang Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"Then there is nothing I can do. Maybe when I recover my energy, I can absorb it. Now... that woman is here..." Barbie suddenly disappeared, and Yang Zheng's chest returned to a smooth state.

Footsteps sounded at the door, and then the curtain of the tent was lifted.

Yang Zheng stood up and showed himself naked in front of a woman.

And the woman doesn't seem to care at all.

"What's wrong with you? I heard you talking just now."

Yang Zheng dryed his body, put on his clothes, and put on gloves, and then said coldly: "Nothing?"

Scarlett rushes into the tent, goes around Yang Zheng, and then observes carefully around him, but does not find any suspicious places.

"Yang, you look in a bad mood."

"Yes, I'm in a bad mood, and I'm going to sleep." Yang Zheng didn't want to talk to her and went straight into the blanket on the side.

After a while, feeling the softness on his back, Yang Zheng turned around and frowned: "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing, go to bed."

Scarlett looked at him innocently, twisted his plump and seductive body, and found a more comfortable position in the blanket.

He stared at the woman coldly, but unfortunately there was no hint of embarrassment on his charming face. He opened his watery eyes and looked at Yang Zheng at each other.

A moment later, Yang Zheng was defeated and stepped down.

What kind of talent is needed to make a woman so fairy?

He didn't even have the strength to get angry. When he played with the means, Yang Zheng found that he was a child in front of Scarlett.

…………

In the flames, Yang Zheng picked up the hammer and beat the black iron bars on the iron felt vigorously.

Next to him was the blacksmith in the military camp.

These dark-skinned men watched Yang Zheng beat the iron bars into a strange crescent shape. Although Yang Zheng's technique was still very clumsy, the things he created were very simple. After a morning of training, Yang Zheng finally made two rough crescent irons.

"Take the horse over."

The personal soldiers quickly pulled a tall and strong red horse in front of Yang Zheng, and connected the tough rib rope through the small hole of the crescent iron to the saddle at the same time. Two crescent irons hung on both sides of the horse's belly.

Looking at this weird thing, the blacksmith and soldiers were full of doubts.

Yang Zheng stepped on the crescent iron and turned over the horse.

After pedaling hard, Yang Zheng smiled with satisfaction.

After taking the spear sent by the servants, he rode his horse toward the training ground on the side. The horses were getting faster and faster, gradually attracting the eyes of all the soldiers on the training ground.

On the other side of the training ground is a huge sword test stone.

The surface of the blue rock is covered with sword marks, and the longest one of them almost splits the entire big stone in half.

Its history has been traced to a hundred years ago. This sword test stone left traces of every commander of the Weirong East Line. It is extremely hard and symbolizes the glory of the Weirong East Line.

No commander could break the sword test stone. Thirty years ago, the "Flying General" left the longest sword trail on the sword test stone, but still did not split the sword test stone.

Gradually, it has become an indestructible symbol.

Yang Zheng shook the reins of the horse, and when the dark horse rushed towards the sword test stone, the soldiers gathered together blankly.

Yang Zheng used a gun. What was he doing? He used a gun to stab a big stone weighing dozens of tons.

Oh my God, he's crazy.

The terrible rebound alone was enough to kill both horses and people.

But no soldier dared to stop him.

Yang Zheng's cruelty has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the soldiers.

The red horse was like the wind and the fire. Yang Zheng raised his gun and pointed it horizontally, and his mind was clear. Barbie transformed his body and his weird right hand increased his power.

But when the spirit is focused to the extreme.

A light spot appeared on the stone.

Little and slim.

That's the point.

"It's a flaw! Well, it's just some wandering spots of light."

Barbie's voice rang in his mind.

Yang Zheng's empty eyes suddenly boiled, and the red horse had accelerated to the extreme. Under the control of Yang Zheng's horse's reins, it could not turn around at all. It made a violent cry.

The air around seemed to have life, flying in the entire training ground like a tide, gradually solidifying the nerves of everyone watching, tightening their throats, and causing them to breathe rapidly. This is not a real feeling, but the crazy and wanton murderous aura has already come to the face, like a knife cutting their bodies, causing them to tremble and close their eyes one by one.

A loud shout.

The spear was like a living black dragon, rushing out of Yang Zheng with his teeth and claws.

A strong vibration echoed in the training ground.

Unparalleled power rushed back, Yang Zheng's arm was desperately clamping the gun barrel as thick as a peacock, his muscles were torn apart, and his throat was sweet, and he tried his best to suppress the blood gushing out.

Half of the spear penetrated deep into the sword test rock. The spear stabbed the sword mark of the flying general that year. The gravel flew all over the ground. After a moment, the huge rock suddenly shaking and collapsed to both sides. All the soldiers were shocked at that moment and knelt on the ground in one go.

The sword test stone was actually pricked.

Indestructible symbol of destruction.

It's like the end of an era.

The shadow brought by Zuo Qingzi's death to Weirong's eastern line finally dissipated...

The crazily shouting drowns the entire Yulong Mountain, and countless frightened birds flew straight to the sky.

"The Demon God General, the power of the world--"

"The Demon God General, the power of the world--"

Yang Zheng immediately speared and turned around, looking down at the thousands of soldiers lying in front of him with a knife-like gaze...

"Now, I will select a thousand warriors as the vanguard camp of the Wolf War Army. Which thousand heroic men are willing to go out!"

A huge crowd surged out of nine thousand people.

Yang Zheng's courage inspired the bloodiness of these soldiers.

Yang Zheng tried hard to suppress the sound of yelling wildly, allowing the captains to jump out of the thousand people with the strongest combat power and the most exquisite equestrian skills. The selected soldiers had red eyes, rapid breathing, and seemed manic and uneasy, while those who were not selected were screaming wildly.
To be continued...