"It is a fate given by God that everyone can gather under Mr. Chu's command."

"If God has eyes, I, Li Er, will have a chance to drink the wine in the glass with you in the future!"

Li Er's eyes were red, he picked up the turbid wine in the cup and drank it all in one sip.

heavy!

Extremely heavy.

After hearing Li Er's words of life and death, almost all the people in the entire Yunding Mountain villa shed tears on the spot.

In life, the most painful time is separation from life and death.

Many people know that the person who is still raising his glass to drink at this time may completely separate the yin and yang in the next second.

"Second Master, we won't leave!"

"We will go with you and Huangquan!"

The two brothers Jin Bao and Yin Bao cried like rain, and they cried in front of Li Er as bad as a pen.

In this atmosphere of separation from life and death, a man came out.

He is the god of war in Yanxia, ​​and Ye Qingtian.

"Everyone, listen to me."

"The more you are, the more you cannot lose yourself."

"After a while, when the formation was broken, all the warriors would come out to the mountain to fight the enemy."

"The rest of the women, children, the elderly and the weak, evacuate in the chaos."

Bang!

As soon as the God of War's words fell, a more dull roar came from outside Yunding Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, someone rushed in in horror.

"God of War, no, the formation was broken."

"True people are coming up!"

The man shouted sadly, full of fear.

But the God of War smiled indifferently: "What's the matter?"

"Come on, come here, everyone finish drinking this glass of wine."

"Mr. Li's kindness, we can't waste it, right."

The God of War laughed, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

He was fluttering in white, and his laughter echoed through the sky.

He looked at the last warrior of Yanxia in front of him and said heroically: "The warriors of Yanxia, ​​it's time for us to fight."

"Three years ago, Wushuang died in the battle on the coast of the East China Sea."

"A few days ago, Haotian died on the top of Yanshan Mountain with his title!"

"Today, even if we die on this Genting Mountain, we will not lose."

"Because, we lived several more days more than Tang Hao and the others."

"Go to the expedition!"

At the command of the God of War, the only hundred remaining warriors in Yanxia rushed out of the villa of Yunding Mountain.

"Uncle God of War, you must be alive!" Behind him, Xiao Chulin's crying in tears came.

After learning that Chu Lin was a descendant of Ye Fan, the God of War undoubtedly took special care of Chu Lin these days.

He even taught him martial arts and gave him the books he had learned throughout his life to Chu Lin.

"Little guy, don't cry."

"Don't embarrass your father!"

"When your father was beaten to death, he died standing."
Chapter completed!