No one can be a dog licker

Wu Baitian looked at Yang Yun with a big smile on his face: "Teacher Yang, this special car of Di Xin and Mo Suo has not been painted with a declaration yet, I wonder if you are interested?"

Liu Yang followed the crowd holding Wu Xiaobao's hand. He was also excited at this time: "Ahahahahaha! That's great. I think I can draw a pig's head on it, hehe~"

Wu Xiaobao resisted the urge to pull his hand away from Liu Yang. He felt that he might be suffering from a disease that only geniuses suffer from - stupidity, and it was an incurable disease.

He looked at Liu Yang with sympathy and asked him in a baby voice, "Brother, do you know what "overpraising" means?"

When Liu Yang heard Wu Xiaobao calling him, he immediately became excited: "This brother knows that flattery means first praising this person crazily, making him feel proud, and then pulling him down from his high place."

"So, brother, do you think it's better to draw a pig's head on it? Or should we boast about them like crazy?"

Liu Yang raised his eyebrows and touched Wu Xiaobao's hairy head: "Hey! Kid, you are quite clever!"

Then he said to Yang Yun excitedly: "Teacher Yang, I know what to write!"

Yang Yun glanced at the child who was as delicate as a porcelain doll, then turned to the deputy captain Liu Yang and the captain Wang Er who was holding varnish and busy adding color to the Thunder bus.

"Liu Yang, remember to talk less in the future."

Wu Baitian stood aside and said nothing about their interaction. He just waited politely for Yang Yun's decision.

What else?

Di Xin and Mo Su's declaration, they had to write it with thunder, and it could only be more arrogant and ostentatious than their own car.

Wang Er tinted the car a little and asked all the team members to get in.

After everyone got in the car, they found that Teacher Yang and Liu Yang were still outside, circling around Di Xin and Posa's car. Just as they were about to go over, they were stopped by the accompanying instructor Huang Xiangzhi.

He heard clearly the conversation between Wu Baitian and others.

I, who had once assured Yang Yun that Wang Er and Liu Yang had the qualities of a great general, now look like a clown.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Huang Xiangzhi thought that Wang Er should not provoke Yang Yun again.

As for Wu Baitian and Wu Xiaobao, they also got on Lei Ting's special car. Wang Er originally wanted to ask Teacher Huang a question, but his attention was diverted all of a sudden, and he sat down with Wu Baitian.

Wang Er leaned close to Wu Baitian's ear and whispered, "Boss, what realm are you in now? I'm in the middle stage of the fourth rank, and Liu Yang will also be able to break through to the fourth rank in the next two days, hehehe~"

Wu Baitian's ears were itchy because of his breathing, so he pushed Wang Er away. No matter how quietly he spoke, he couldn't hide it from the instructor in the same car.

"Alas." Wu Baitian sighed. He had no intention of hiding it from anyone. "I just reached the peak of the fifth rank."

"Hiss! So strong." Wang Er took a breath, but was puzzled, "But... Boss, why do I feel that you are weak and not as good as you were a year ago?"

Wu Baitian was somewhat pleased with Wang Er's sharpness and explained, "Well, because my two life-definition weapons need my blood to nourish them, it is difficult for them to be full of blood and energy."

"Then don't raise it!" Wang Er was anxious all of a sudden, "Boss, don't be confused. After all, we warriors rely on full Qi and blood, and we are strong. Weapons are just auxiliary."

"Look at me. I am not only good at using my three-pointed double-edged sword, but I am also proficient in using long swords and short bows. Weapons nourished by blood are of high grade and powerful to use, but it is really not worth it."

Huang Xiangzhi quickly walked up to Wang Er and slapped him on the head.

"Ouch." Wang Er covered his head and grimaced in pain.

From the moment Wang Er said he didn't want to keep it, Wu Baitian's piano case began to emanate a very hidden murderous intent. Wang Er, who was in the middle stage of the fourth grade, didn't notice it at all and was still talking freely.

Of course, this is not Wang Er’s fault. Even Huang Xiangzhi only noticed something unusual when Wang Er mentioned the short bow.

This is actually a quasi-divine weapon in the true sense!

It is not the prototype of a divine weapon, but a quasi-divine weapon that has already developed its own independent consciousness.

The reason why it is called a quasi-divine weapon is mainly because it is limited by Wu Baitian's realm. Once Wu Baitian is promoted to the seventh level, it will achieve a qualitative leap.

How ignorant is Wang Er to dare to despise such a magical weapon?

Of course, it’s not all Wang Er’s fault. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

Wu Baitian has actually obtained this kind of magical weapon, which is rare in the world and can only be possessed by the strongest person who has reached the ninth-grade master level.

Giving weapons intelligence and life is only the first step towards making them divine weapons.

And this step alone is enough to make 99% of weapons unreachable.

Even those top ninth-grade blacksmiths who have reached the pinnacle of forging skills, it is difficult for the weapons they forge with all their might to possess such a rare quality as the ability to develop intelligence.

Therefore, in order for a weapon to truly become a divine weapon, it is said that an indispensable condition is that it needs to be watered with the powerful and spiritual souls of the strong from all races.

Because of this, unless one has reached the seventh level or above, it is impossible to have the ability to control and drive the magic weapon.

Not only will they be unable to unleash its true power, but they will also be injured and even die from its backlash.

Being targeted by such a magical weapon would definitely bring bad luck.

Even if Wu Baitian doesn't mind, can't the magic weapon touch Wang Er's weapon?

In the arena, the slightest mistake will lead to a complete loss, not to mention weapons, which are often damaged in the middle of the game.

Wu Baitian had no idea what Huang Xiangzhi was thinking, he just nodded respectfully towards Huang Xiangzhi: "Hello, Mr. Huang, you sat too far back, I didn't even see you, how rude."

Huang Xiangzhi was stunned when he heard this. He didn't go to the last league and he couldn't afford to lose face by bullying the weak.

I met Wu Baitian through live broadcast, but I never thought that she could actually recognize me.

"Hello, Uncle Huang! Thanks to your heroic fighting in the Lingxi war zone nine years ago, leading 3,000 men to resist the beast tide for ten hours, you bought precious time for millions of people in Lin County to escape. You are really amazing."

"Three thousand people saved a million people!!!"

Wu Xiaobao stretched out his little hand, with sparkling eyes, and threw himself into Huang Xiangzhi's arms, gently stroking the empty sleeve of Huang Xiangzhi's left arm, and continued to say in a baby voice: "You must be in pain, Uncle Huang, thank you for your hard work!"

At this moment, Huang Xiangzhi froze all over, feeling the soft little Wu Xiaobao in his arms. His face, which always remained stern and serious, also showed a rare softness.

His face was ferocious and terrifying, and he exuded a bloody murderous aura, which had frightened countless children. However, Wu Xiaobao was not afraid at all, and instead fell into his arms.

How could Huang Xiangzhi not be moved?

People like them who have been in the army for many years and have experienced countless life and death situations have long regarded hardship, suffering and sacrifice as commonplace.

What they wanted was nothing more than to use their own flesh and blood to create a peaceful and harmonious world for the ordinary people in the rear, so that they could live an ordinary life with their children and grandchildren.

Nothing else to ask for.

However, he never thought that when his efforts and dedication were known and praised by such a young child, he would... feel so happy.