Chapter 1485: The Chief Instructor of the Northwest Camp 1

Undoubtedly, Xiang Yufeng's words completely picked out the blood of the men in the entire Northwest Fire Bar. One came up and the other lay down. Then, he went up and lay down again. Only twenty-six people and seventy-six jars of wine. When this number was placed in front of them, no one dared to step forward. The noisy Northwest Fire Bar became quiet. Everyone looked at Xiang Yufeng with a stunned look, looking at the man standing there staggeringly, and looking at the man with a red face, but his eyes were still shining with twinkle light.

What is the feeling of surrendering? Zhang Xiao asked himself this way. At this time, he could only ask himself, because all the eleven generals, including Hu Chang, were stabbed with blood by Xiang Yufeng, and they tried their best to drink wine with Xiang Yufeng. Then, no matter how strong they were, they could not be the perverted opponent of Xiang Yufeng. When Yang Jie, Qizig Haiman, Li Sichuan and other simple-headed guys lay down, Hu Chang, the man who was stabbed with blood by Xiang Yufeng, was then knocked down, and only Zhang Xiao was left standing there. His eyes were looking at the man holding the jar and filling the wine wildly.

What does surrender feel like? Is it like now?

I have never felt that a person could be so tall, and that a person's back could make him feel like he could rely on. I have never felt that a person could make Zhang Xiao feel that blood boiling.

Is this the power of surrender? If so, please let me follow this man all the time and experience this feeling of surrender but it is like blood burning.

"Long live the city lord!"

Zhang Xiao swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple trembled, and while his lips trembled slightly, a long live city lord's words became the most true and most wanted to express his feelings in his heart at this moment.

The quiet Northwest Fire Bar, with Zhang Xiao's words of long live the city lord, a strange emotion emanated. The men clenched their fists one by one, their shoulders were trembling slightly, while the women covered their lips tightly, and tears appeared in their eyes. The "heroes" lying on the ground seemed to feel this emotion, slowly, slowly opened their eyes that were still a little dizzy.

"Long live the city lord!"

"Long live the city lord!"

"Long live the city lord!"

"Long live! Long live!"

The noisy northwest and silent northwest finally formed the saying "Long live the city lord!" and rose high above the northwest city, the residents of the northwest city looked at the direction of the northwest fire bar surrounded by the city lord, guarding the northwest city, and looking at the direction of the city lord's voice. Although they didn't know what was going on, the blood in their bodies seemed to burn like a ball of fire under the city lord's long live, like a thick flame.

More and more people joined the shouting team, and more and more guards held the weapons in their hands tightly and looked in that direction. At this moment, everyone stopped their work and joined the shouting team of that sound.

Beiting was gasping for breath. In front of him, Wang Xing and the eleventh War generals were also gasping for breath. Beiting, who had been teased for a while, beat the bastards he caught to the ground with his anger. Of course, not everyone would choose to be taught a lesson by Beiting. At least, the eleventh War generals headed by the king would not be like this. In terms of personal strength, they were far inferior to Beiting, but this does not mean that they would tie their hands and take a look at it, not to mention that they were not fighting alone.

But when the war between Beiting and Wang Xing and others was in full swing, those sounds, as if they had gathered infinite power, came to the ears of this group of men representing the powerful existence of Northwest City.

Beiting stopped, Wang Xing stopped, and the other generals also stopped attacking one after another, looking at the sound under the sky.

"Did you hear that sound?" Wang Xing's eyes flashed with excitement, and he pointed to the sky above the sound, "I said, I have said a long time ago, no matter how violent or uncontrollable the Northwest City is, as long as the man comes here, he can hold all this firmly in his hand. He is like that, he is like that, he is like that, he is like that, he is like that, and he has the power to surrender to all."

Beiting stood there, quietly standing there looking at the sky that gathered long live the city lord. There was no fluctuation on him, nor could he see the slightest disturbance of the sound, but just stood there quietly.

After being silent for a long time, Beiting's tightly clenched fist finally let go of his sigh.

Yufeng, it’s so fast, you’re really so fast. Not as good as you, I’m not as good as you. I finally understand why, I’m not as good as you, I really know. Although I don’t want to admit it, the facts are so cruel.

"Deputy City Lord."

Seeing Beiting turn and leave, an eleven general next to him asked quickly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was stopped by Wang Xing.

Wang Xing looked at Beiting's departure back and shook his head at the general and said, "Let the deputy city lord be alone and quiet." Wang Xing understood that this night, he had to digest too much for Beiting, a man who had controlled the military power, regime and all core power in the northwest. No matter who it was, if he had a potential power like the Northwest, he might have some other ideas. What's more, in terms of Beiting's personal strength, he did have the qualifications to become the king. However, when he met Xiang Yufeng, this was destined to be destined, Beiting's destiny.

"Let's go!" Wang Xing waved his hand and took a step towards the place where the voices of the Northwest City people gathered. The other generals looked at each other and followed closely.

This night is destined to be a picture that the people of Northwest City will never forget, and this night will eventually become a person who lives in this land. Every Northwest City man who lives in this land has something to protect his life. The man, in his unique way and unique charm, has become a monument that will never fall in this bitter and cold place. When every Northwest City man who joins the crying sees the man standing there with his own eyes, for some reason, a kind of self-confidence that has never been seen in their hearts suddenly emerged. They believe that one day, the city will become famous throughout the world with this man.
Chapter completed!