After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Li Mo nodded.

He also heard it from his father when he was drunk and talking. There was no Qingmu City in the past, and Nanguan was the only barrier of Dayu in southern Xinjiang.

The disaster beasts at that time were much more ferocious than they are today, and even the South Gate was in danger of falling several times.

"By the way, Brother Li asked me to find Lu Yi, but I haven't found him yet. It will take at least two or three days."

"It's already pretty fast. It would be great if the garrison troops in every place were as disciplined as the Aoki Camp."

"Father is also powerless."

Zhong Zhenyue understood what Li Mo meant and said after a moment of silence:

"Your Majesty doesn't value South Gate as much as he used to, and perhaps it's no longer necessary."

Li Mo seemed to understand something, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said:

"This shows that it's not so easy to fight in southern Xinjiang anymore, which is a good thing."

"That's right, please come in, Brother Li." Zhong Zhenyue also smiled. In front of him was the camp of his personal guards.

In the spacious training ground, there was a team of heavily armored soldiers, numbering about three to four hundred. They were practicing military formations, and all of them were brave and energetic.

The one commanding them was a heroic female general, holding a precious carved bow in one hand and a command flag in the other.

"The personal soldiers are all elite warriors who have fought in hundreds of battles and have extraordinary murderous aura."

Li Mo's heart moved slightly.

This was somewhat similar to the aura he felt from the Jiaozi True Spirit.

"How about I have a fight with Brother Li before they finish their training?"

Zhong Zhenyue is eager to try.

"Of course." Li Mo took out the Chixiao Sword.

Having not used a sword for a long time, and having been in contact with the Jiaozi Spirit for a night, swordsman Xiao Li felt a little itchy.

The true spirit of Jiaozi wields swords and knives and likes to fight.

After the two of them exchanged ideas for a while, it was clear that Young Marquis Zhong's skills had improved significantly. Not only were his skills stronger, but his experience was also much greater than before.

Li Moguang used swordsmanship, and Zhong Zhenyue only showed signs of defeat after eighty moves.

After a while.

Xiao Li heard a familiar system prompt tone.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully investing in 'Zhong Zhenyue' and helping him point out his martial arts flaws.]

[Investment Feedback: Hundred-Man Army Formation (Black Scale Formation)]

The method of military formation?

Student Li thought that he didn't want to be a soldier either.

I don’t know how this military formation compares to the Zhong family’s iron formation of the Prince of Zhennan.

"Given time and my ability to enter the inner realm, I will definitely be able to remove the nickname of Eight-Armed Young Dragon."

Zhong Zhenyue was sweating all over, leaning on his spear with a shining look in his eyes.

He lost, but he made great progress.

"So nicknames can be changed?"

"Of course, what's Brother Li's nickname?"

"Yes, Dugu Qijian!"

Li Mo emphasized seriously.

As the two were talking, Li Mo's ears suddenly moved, but he did not move.

Snapped--

An arrow lodged itself three inches from his feet, and his tail feathers trembled violently.

The female general standing in front of the command platform said:

"You're the eleventh-ranked genius on the Hidden Dragon List, and you can't even dodge a sneak attack? Do you think you were able to make it to the list solely by relying on..."

"Lucky wife?"

Li Mo: “…?”

Student Li's face turned black.

You are bringing up something that is not relevant to the topic, right? !

Zhong Zhenyue glanced at Brother Li's sleeves and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still holding Chi Xiao. Then he scolded him with a stern face:

"Zhong Ling, there's no way Brother Li couldn't dodge your arrow. He just doesn't want to argue with you. Come over here and apologize while he's still holding the sword."

Judging from her age, the female general named Zhong Ling should be Zhong Zhenyue's sister.

"Humph."

Zhong Ling glanced at Zhong Zhenyue angrily, then her gaze turned to Li Mo:

"Aren't you going to challenge my Zhong family's army? I'll take command, Zhenyue will attack first, do you dare to learn from Qianlong Tianjiao?"

"Right on my mind."

Li Mo put away the Chixiao Sword.

He had also intended to use the murderous aura in the army to temper himself and better accommodate the true spirit of Jiaozi.

Zhong Zhenyue: “!”

Why am I the pioneer?

I didn’t say that!

Although Zhong Ling's temper is usually a bit aggressive, she is not someone who acts recklessly. What happened today?

"By the way, how about raising the stakes?"

"Yes, if you lose, you will serve as a cook for the guards in the army for a few days."

Zhong Ling seemed to have thought of it a long time ago.

"no problem."

"If you lose, you are never allowed to say that I am a prosperous wife fighting spirit again!"