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"Hmph, I'm afraid we'll have to do it in the last mission. The whole battle will die in his hands, and you won't have to retire then. You can just bury them on the spot! " The man called Old Xu coldly snorted and only cared about Feng Liang. His words were full of sarcasm and malice.    

    

At this moment, the only female in the Maniac Dragon Squad couldn't stand it any longer. She frowned and shouted, "Old Xu, stop talking!"    

    

Lin Hao noticed that the only female warrior wasn't as weak as he had imagined. She was different from any ordinary female warrior. This female warrior had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. However, her face, which was slightly covered with makeup, was as clean as a lotus root that had come out of mud. Here. Human. It gave off a heroic feeling.    

    

A pair of fair and fair legs without a trace of fat appeared especially dazzling and attractive under the battle skirt. At this moment, most of the vigorous and vigorous soldiers in the tent would glance at the battle skirt from time to time, looking very wretched.    

    

After being ordered by the female soldier, the person called Old Xu's face clearly became horizontal. There was even a trace of hostility on his gloomy face, just like a stray cat whose tail had been stepped on. He suddenly jumped up and pointed at Lin Hao and shouted.    

    

"Say, this kind of trash who doesn't have any strength at all, if the captain let him stay in the group, wouldn't he be seeking his own death? I definitely won't be at ease to give my back to a trash, and on Little White's face."    

    

Old Xu pointed at Lin Hao and cursed angrily, showing no intention of restraining himself.    

    

A clay figurine still has a bit of anger, let alone Lin Hao. It was already fortunate that Lin Hao didn't provoke anyone. Now, for no reason at all, he was pointing his finger at Lin Hao's nose and scolding him. How could Lin Hao accept this?    

    

Lin Hao slightly narrowed his eyes and slowly turned around. Looking at Old Xu, he said with an expressionless face, "Do you want to die?"    

    

The atmosphere in the tent instantly froze. Everyone formed a circle in an instant, surrounding Lin Hao in the middle. Xu Changjian continued to point at Lin Hao with a sneer and ridicule.    

    

This was the military camp. Which of the men in the army were cowards? Seeing that people were deliberately looking for trouble, their dull life became more interesting, and they quickly started jeering.    

    

"Yes, fuck him. What are you afraid of? People die like birds facing the sky. Fight with him!"    

    

"Hurry up and beat him, always wearing an expression that says that someone owes him a few million. New recruit, f * ck him!"    

    

"Not good, a mere level 5 martial artist dares to provoke a level seven martial artist? However, I support you, fuck!"    

    

"Xu Changjian is not just an ordinary Level-seven martial artist. Although he has just stepped into the High-grade Martial Cultivator, his strength is much stronger than an ordinary High-grade Martial Cultivator. I bet three Primeval Stone, this young man won't be able to last more than three moves."    

    

" He really doesn't know the difference between life and death. This isn't a greenhouse like the Sect. If he loses here, he might lose his life. "    

    

A disciple of the Sect who had never left his sect dared to challenge a veteran who had been in the army for many years. This was no different from a wild cat challenging a tiger. They were on completely different levels.    

    

Sure enough, when Xu Changjian heard this, he turned around. A cold sneer hung on his cold face. He stared at Lin Hao with a fake smile, "What did you say? Can I take this as your challenge? Ignorant fool. "    

    

Lin Hao sneered," Challenge? No, it's a trial."    

    

To Lin Hao, how could he allow a random dog to point at his nose and scold him without retaliating? Not only did Lin Hao want to fight back, but he also wanted to show his strength. Only with strength could he be respected.