A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

"I have a lot of talent and military skills in my chest, and I have a thousand-mile potential in my hands. I have reached the pinnacle, and I am still working hard..."

Jiang Yu was lying on a small mound with a straw in his mouth. Humming a seemingly inspirational ditty, he crossed his legs lazily.

He was secretly proud of himself.

With the body of a child, he stirred up restlessness in the entire mine. Even the Divine Court, thousands of miles away, was in panic.

How many people in the world can do this?

"Jiang, you have been my nightmare for a long time. Isn't it too much to borrow your name?"

Being narcissistic. Suddenly seven figures flew from the sky.

The speed was so fast that even though it was hovering in the air, thunderous sonic booms still echoed behind it.

Jiang Yu's expression changed. He immediately stood up and looked up.

There was a child's unique innocence and confusion on his face.

"Huh? There is a child?"

The strong man with braids floated down and looked at Jiang Yu curiously: "Kid, why are you playing here?"

Jiang Yu opened his mouth slightly. After a while, he replied: "I live here!"

As he spoke, he also tried his best to display the logo of Chijia Camp.

The woman behind the man frowned slightly: "What a mess! Is this a place for children?"

"Don't waste time! Finish your work and leave. This place makes me feel uncomfortable." A strange man with no neck and even half of his body ordered in a shrill voice.

He is the strongest. The status is also the highest.

The others stopped talking nonsense and flew towards the camp.

The person is not good!

Jiang Yu hesitated for a moment, then took off his short legs and ran towards the camp.

It was pretty much as he guessed.

Those people were not here to investigate strange things in the military camp.

Summon the officers in the camp directly.

A strong man without a neck will not listen to any explanation. When he came up, he read out the punishment result: "As a defender, supervision was poor. Deserters and prisoners escaped many times. In order to cover up your mistakes, you fabricated rumors to disturb the morale of the army. I hereby announce that ordinary soldiers will be fined for three years. Every hundred households will be punished with five rods." Ten, one thousand households will be punished by two hundred rods. Execute immediately!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

The cries of humiliation kept coming and going.

The staff of the Divine Court is no joke.

Those are the thorns on Kunlun Peak. It is repeatedly boiled and dried in broken body fluids, then woven into the shape of a stick and painted with black paint.

More terrifying than an iron mace.

No matter what level of cultivation one has, the skin and flesh will be torn apart with one stroke of the stick.

Two hundred military staffs?

It’s no different than the death penalty!

The neckless man waved his hand impatiently: "Stop yelling! I know some people are wronged. It's just your bad luck that you just caught up with this. If you don't kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, some people will think that Shenting has a good temper! "

After saying that, he covered his nose and stepped back.

The six people traveling with him took two steps forward.

Each person held a dark military staff covered with spikes in their hands.

I don't know how much blood these military staffs have drunk, and they have a faint golden luster.

The staff is held by a strong man from the divine court.

Don't say show mercy. There was no intention of leaving him alive!

Bokan showed a wry smile: "No wonder there is no punishment such as fines. I feel a little aggrieved for not being able to die on the battlefield!"

At this moment, he was not worried about his own life or death, but instead he was thinking about Jiang Yu and the ghost formation.

"Where did those two brats go crazy? Alas...it's good that they're not here! I hope the brothers will take care of our friendship and help me raise them up!"

Several powerful men from the Divine Court didn't even bother to pretend.

In front of everyone, he eliminated the first-generation gods and concubines who were guarding the military camp.

In the end, only seven thousand households and forty-five hundred households remained.

"Let's get started! Finish the fight early and go back early. Why does this damn place always have a weird smell?" The neckless man frowned, took out a golden orchid from his sleeve and pressed it to his nose.

After a while, he threw the flowers to the ground angrily.

The two smells mixed together made it smell even worse...

Bokan didn't struggle.

The armor was stripped off, revealing a strong body covered with scars.

He grinned in the direction of Chijia Camp and shouted in a calm tone: "Brothers, these two children are miserable. Take care of them for me!"

The man with the crotch braid kicked Bokan on the knee: "Stop howling! Lie down! A little physical pain will pass if you endure it."

Bokan fell to the ground, his eyes on the back of his head staring at the braided man: "Is this the end of my patience? I have to say a few last words, right? I have been a soldier for more than seven thousand years, but in the end I am so useless..."

"Oh!"

The military staff hit his back, making a dull sound like an iron rod.

The skin and flesh on Bokan's broad back suddenly rolled. You can faintly see the bones.

The man with the crotch braid spat at him, with a fierce look on his face: "Who do you want to call me? I am soft-hearted and wanted to send you away with a few canes. But now it seems that you will have to take a full two hundred canes!"

The gods were transformed from the remains of Pangu.

Apart from his biological father, he only recognized Pangu as his father.

Calling yourself Lao Tzu in front of them is indeed a taboo.

"Oh!"

Another military staff fell on Bokan's back.

His body jerked violently, and his fingers dug into the soil.

Beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

Blood soaked into the ground like streams.

He couldn't withstand the third blow of such a military staff.

But the man with crotch braids actually opened his fingers toward him, emitting light green light.

The horrific injuries healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A joking and cruel voice sounded from behind Bokan: "You have to hold on! There are still one hundred and ninety-eight sticks left!"

Bokan said nothing.

He didn't know when his will would break down, and he didn't complain about the unfairness of his fate.

What came to mind at this moment was Jiang Yu and the ghost formation.

The childish voice seemed to linger in his ears.

"Uncle, is it hard to patrol? I'll give you a leg kick."

"Hey, your feet smell so bad!"

"Uncle, we found an anti-itching plaster. Can you apply it on it for you?"

"Ah! Don't rub your chin against me. The beard is so tough!"

Bokan suddenly felt unwilling.

If he had known that the child was so fun, he would have found a mother-in-law to have the baby himself.

"flutter!"

The staff fell again. But it made a sound of being struck on the broken straw mat.

The expected sharp pain did not come, it seemed to hit the mat.

That's right!

Mat indeed.

A small, ugly body lay on his back.

"Huh?", the man with braided braids was greatly surprised: "Whose child is this?"

He asked questions, but his heart began to beat.

Even though he didn't use all his strength, one stroke of the stick would definitely tear open the skin and flesh. Let alone hitting a child.

But there was no blood seeping out from under Ghost Array's torn clothes.

Such a young child with such a physique... what kind of terrifying bloodline must he have?

Could it be that Dad is the first generation of gods?

The ghost formation's little body was also trembling slightly.

When he was still in the trap, he could trap a group of demon kings for thousands of years. The body is extremely tough.

But after he was born with spiritual wisdom, he knew it hurt.

Very afraid of pain.

When the military staff was struck down, he couldn't even scream.

It hurts to pee right away.

The warm liquid flowed down Bokan's lower back.

Bokan didn't feel sick at all.

There is only deep guilt and immense distress.

At this moment, the stench of Ruowuowuowu suddenly became strong.

Several powerful men from the Divine Court frowned.

It's getting foggy?