The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

With a carving knife in his hand, Chen Fan engraved the names of his dead comrades on the spiritual positions.

Li Daniu, Dong Xiaohu, Chang Yuan...One by one, the clear faces appeared in Chen Fan's mind alternately.

He carved a spiritual position for chasing the sun to commemorate the mount that put in the last drop of blood for himself.

In the end, Chen Fan carved a spiritual position for himself and put it in a storage bag for permanent collection.

This is what he told himself earlier that if it were not for the help of his comrades, he would have fallen, and in the days to come, he would live well, and live out Li Daniu and their lives together!

Chen Fan thought a lot about it alone. He thought of the scene when everyone was drinking together, and he also thought of all the days when everyone was playing and making jokes.

"In a blink of an eye, you all have become a brand, I promised your wine, but it hasn't been honored yet."

Thinking of this, Chen Fan waved his hand and ordered him to send several jars of spirits, so he locked himself in the military account, drunk with his dead comrades!

Until late at night, the patrolling southern army could still hear laughter from Chen Fan's camp, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying again.

No one dared to disturb him, because everyone knew that this was Chen Fan's final farewell with his comrades in arms.

In the early morning of the sun, the filial Hu Benwei once again assembled in front of the Great Wall Defense Line!

In addition to Chen Fan, Guo Gang, and Mu Yunhai, there are Shibaqi who needs to return to Beijing this time, and Xiaoliu Jiang Ran, who has been unconscious.

The rest will continue to defend in the Great Wall defense line.

Chen Fan and Shibaqi had to go back to Beijing because they were the first-hand experiencers of that incident, and Guo Gang would naturally go back because they were commanders.

As for Mu Yunhai, he was worried about the safety of his disciples, and he was going to join Chen Fan as an envoy to the King's Court.

A total of 22 people stood in front of the teleportation formation, each carrying one or two coffins on their shoulders, and inside were the bodies of dead comrades in arms.

Behind the crowd, a hundred-meter-high Jingguan was carried by an ordinary war horse, standing quietly.

Chen Fan looked back at the crowd and took a deep breath. The thunderous roar resounded through the audience: "Li Daniu, Dong Xiaohu, Chang Yuan..."

He called out the names of all the people who died in that battle one by one, his eyes shot firm and unyielding, and continued to roar: "I will take you home!"

"I will take you home!"

At this moment, whether it was Hu Benwei or the soldiers of the Southern Army, all of them roared together with Chen Fan.

The light of the teleportation array lit up, and Chen Fan took the lead and stepped into it!

The light flickered again, and everyone teleported back to Xuan Jing!

Hero, return!

At this moment, countless people gathered outside Hu Benwei's camp, including ordinary people, military commanders alliance, and eunuchs from the palace.

When Chen Fan and others appeared, everyone gasped, shocked by the coffin, and shocked by the giant Jingguan that is 100 meters high.

Meng Hao led the people out of the Hubenwei camp. After seeing the Jingguan, the excitement in his eyes was hard to conceal!

In his eyes, this Jingguan was actually a symbol of bravery, an expression of military exploits, and the best consolation for brothers who died in battle over the years!

"Hmph, the army is really a bunch of reckless men, who only know **** and kill, but don't understand that God has a good life!"

At this moment, a harsh voice came out, and Chen Fanxun was a group of scholars from the Tanglin Party.