I don’t know if it was because my strength had improved a lot or because of my martial arts. Although Master Feng did not teach him how to judge other people’s strength, Yang Fanhai could still feel the other party’s approximate strength at the first time.

This group of new recruits has a good strength, and they are all comparable to generals in the army. Judging from their clothing and some actions, most of them seem to come from some good families, giving people a sense of pamperingness and perhaps they are children of aristocratic families.

Several of them are particularly powerful, and among these powerful people, several of them are known to Yang Fanhai and are deeply impressed.

Wu Jin, the second son of the Wu family in Wucheng, Deng Yuanwu, the third son of the Deng family in Sicheng, and Lin Zhenpei, who was his brief ally when he was in Cuiwei Mountain.

Wu Jin and Deng Yuanwu were fine. The two went to Cuiwei Mountain to compete for the identity of core disciples, and the peripheral disciples were not worth mentioning. After the two failed, it was natural to leave Cuiwei Mountain. But Lin Zhenpei was just running for the peripheral disciples, so why did he get here too?

At this time, the tall Deng Yuanwu was pinching his fingers and hunching at Wu Jin, "No wonder the disciples of each family are unwilling to join the army. It turns out that none of them can fight!"

The coach of the side general was knocked away by him and had not seen each other for half a year. He, Wu Jin and Lin Zhenpei, both broke through the innate realm and entered the Qi Refining Stage. With some family-born skills, how could this side general be his opponent?

Wu Jin looked solemn and didn't say anything. Lin Zhenpei, who was beside him, pointed at Deng Yuanwu and said, "You are the same person. We are here to join the army, not to cause trouble. You beat the person like this as soon as you come. What else can you do?"

"I'm here to become stronger. How can his strength make me stronger!" Deng Yuanwu snorted: "At worst, I'm not going to join the army. What else can they do to me?"

Although he is not the most important disciple in the family, he is still a child of the Deng family and is also a talent. As long as he does not make a big mistake, the Dingcheng military will really not be able to do anything to him.

"Yoyo! It seems that there is no good coach in Dingcheng, so we can only let Marshal Qi teach us in person!" A tall and thin man laughed loudly, with a teasing look on his face.

Yang Fanhai has never seen this person. He seems to be thin, but his arm muscles make you know that he is very strong at first glance. He is carrying a huge mountain knife, which is not easy for ordinary people to use.

From a sense, this person's strength is only higher than Wu Jin, and he is obviously a thorny head who takes the lead.

After being sarcastic by several new recruits, many soldiers looked angry, but it was difficult to get angry.

"Wow, it's really a thorny head, what's going on?" Xu Fan asked with a smile at Yang Fanhai.

"You just watch from the side!" Yang Fanhai didn't say much, and walked towards the side who was lying on the ground who had not yet gotten up.

Deng Yuanwu was aggressive and took action to suppress the audience. At this time, no one dared to make a big move. Even if the coach fell to the ground, no one dared to go over and help him up. Suddenly, he saw someone breaking through the crowd and walking around, which naturally attracted everyone's attention as soon as possible.

"It's Yang Fanhai, he's back!" Someone recognized Yang Fanhai's appearance and shouted in surprise: "The recruit leader is against the thorns, now you have something to see."

The training of the new cavalry battalion had already attracted everyone's attention, especially Yang Fanhai, who surpassed other comrades with his absolute strength, and was temporarily appointed as the captain of the cavalry battalion to go on the battlefield. Therefore, after the Battle of Langkou Mountain, many people called him the leader of the recruits.

"Ah, it's Brother Yang!" Lin Zhenpei also recognized his short-term ally and exclaimed.

Wu Jin's brows moved, his eyes fell on Yang Fanhai, while Deng Yuanwu's breath stagnated and disappeared from his previous arrogant appearance.

The man with a broken mountain knife on his back was also stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Oh, it seems that an amazing person has come, fat man, go up and get him."

"Shut up!"

Deng Yuanwu snorted, and naturally he would not respond easily. He could despise others, but he could not despise Yang Fanhai. In the battle of Cuiweishan, he lost nothing to say. Until now, he often remembered the other party's shot that broke his hammer. This is a person who is better than himself in terms of speed, strength and strength.

He pulled up the sidelines, and Yang Fanhai said softly: "Sorry, General!"

These thorns will be his soldiers, so naturally I need to apologize.

The general calmly calmed down and said softly: "Be careful, these guys are very strong!"

Yang Fanhai nodded to show his understanding. He picked out a spear from the scattered weapons and walked towards the group of recruits. He stood there three meters away and looked at the group of recruits without saying a word.

The new recruits also stared at him without saying a word. These new recruits were either children of some small families or some grass-roots people, and they never easily convinced others. At this time, with Deng Yuanwu and Wu Jin and others leading him, they were even more arrogant.

While staring at each other, the soldiers around them felt a strange atmosphere, which was a little terrifying, as if the war was about to break out.

After a while, Lin Zhenpei laughed and said, "Brother Yang, why are you here? I thought I would never see you in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Yang Fanhai shouting: "Shut up, the military rule is that no one can speak without asking you to speak."

I wanted to ease the atmosphere, but I didn't expect that Yang Fanhai was so disrespectful. Lin Zhenpei muttered, and naturally stopped talking.

Yang Fanhai said to many new recruits again: "My name is Yang Fanhai, and I am your coach. From now on, you will be together as a team, and I will arrange all training matters."

"Are you... our coach? Are all the officials in Dingcheng crazy?"

The man carrying a broken mountain knife laughed silently. Yang Fanhai's breath was introverted and it was difficult to judge his strength, but his appearance could be clearly seen, only at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

This group of new recruits is the youngest in their twenties, especially the man with a broken mountain knife on his back, probably he is nearly thirty. He naturally finds it ridiculous to ask a man who is only half of himself to teach him.

This suddenly aroused many new recruits responding, yelling loudly.

"Let a kid teach us, what the hell is this?"

"Is it possible that the big guy dare not come out. I'm afraid of embarrassing me, so I'll let a boy treat us perfunctorily."

"You guy who is not dry, hurry up and go back to drink milk, otherwise don't cry if you don't have any milk later!"

Scolding, hilarious, bursts.

"Shut up!" Yang Fanhai shouted loudly, using some true energy, echoing in the house, like thunder, causing the recruits to report everywhere to quiet immediately. The recruits all looked at him in surprise.

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. Seeing that you like to use force, then follow your rules!"

Yang Fanhai held a spear and pointed at the many recruits and said, "It's no point to go up one by one. Today we will make a bet. This house is the ring. No matter what means, anyone who escapes from this house will lose, and those who lose will have to listen to the winner after they lose."

"Oh, what a big tone, but I like it! Just do what you said!" The man with a broken mountain knife on his back laughed, and the others responded one by one.

Neither Wu Jin nor Deng Yuanwu spoke, and this method made them involuntarily think of the Battle of the Side Peak of Cuiwei Mountain.

Lin Zhenpei, who was standing beside him, also shouted: "Okay, just do what you said."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of the window with a silence, and then said to Yang Fanhai with a smile: "Brother Yang... no, Master Yang, I will listen to you in the future."

Everyone was stunned. It took a while to recover. The onlookers laughed loudly, and then they heard a group of new recruits cursing.

"This coward!"

"This traitor!"

"This useless guy!"

“…”

Lin Zhenpei smiled, contented and did not take it seriously.

Xu Fan's eyes lit up and laughed: "Oh, I like this guy! He is so cunning!"

Yang Fanhai looked at the soldiers around him and said, "Brothers, please leave and make some room for us."

"Okay, we will give you a place and beat them to death, the recruit leader!"

A soldier shouted, and everyone retreated and retreated until three or four meters away from the recruits to stand and watch the battle.

The new recruits reported everywhere became spacious for a while, leaving only Yang Fanhai and more than fifty new recruits.

"If there is nothing to say, then start! I am the coach, you are the recruits, so you will attack first." Yang Fanhai shook the spear in his hand, and his face was solemn.

Deng Yuanwu and Wu Jin were still hesitating, not knowing whether to do it. The man next to him took off the broken mountain knife on his back, held it in his hand, and then wrapped it with a cloth strip. His eyes suddenly became sharp and he looked at Yang Fanhai and said.

"My name is Hu Gensheng. I used to be a bandit leader, and I was called the 'Baoshan Ape'."

"Don't tell me these useless things!" Yang Fanhai said coldly: "No matter what kind of monkey you are, even if you are a prince of the dynasty, you are just a recruit here and you have to listen to me."

He had never led the army and had no experience. He could only take the initiative on the first day as Beard said, and only by knocking these people down could he lead them in the future.

Wu Jin, who was standing beside him, finally made a decision, clenched the shield in his hand, looked at Yang Fanhai and said loudly: "Did you off in Cuiwei Mountain, wait for me to see if you have made any progress."

"Don't worry!" Yang Fanhai smiled slightly: "It's definitely beyond your imagination."

"Yang Fanhai, come and fight again!"

Deng Yuanwu roared and came over with a hammer in his hand. This time, he was different from the previous exchanges, but he used his real skills directly. Facing Yang Fanhai, he knew that he could never keep everything.

It was fierce, as if a barbarian bull was rushing in the wasteland.

Yang Fanhai did not retreat but advanced, rushed over directly, and moved the spear in his hand, and pointed the spear directly on the hammer in a head-on manner.
Chapter completed!