Since the Baiyun City Sword Discussion Conference, Lin Beichen, who obtained the status of Sword Immortal, has gone into seclusion and merged with the status. He has not come out yet, but he has given countless people vain hope that he can come out and turn the tide of the war.
Fengyun, the chief priest of Yunmeng City, Qin Lian, rose up, killed several gods and demons, and taught the cultivation of divine power, becoming the last battle flag in the hearts of thousands of mainland creatures.
These two people are now the spiritual pillars of the alliance.
However, these two people, from the beginning of the Battle of Xinjiang to the present, have not participated in the battle or even shown up.
This is also a point of dissatisfaction and doubt among many sea tribe generals and strong men.
After all, Old Man Hai is from the Sea Clan and is now an important minister of the Land Sea Clan. It is understandable that his first starting point is the interests of the Land Sea Clan.
But what he didn't know was that the other battlefield had also been quietly filled with smoke.
Yanying sat in a wheelchair and captured the tragic battle on the river in the distance. His heart was as solid as a rock, and he never wavered in the slightest.
“Do you want to challenge the mainland’s orthodox god belief system?”
"You and I, let's overthrow it together."
"Let's make a bet..."
The words of that night echoed in Yanying's mind.
Her eyes became more and more crazy.
If the meaning of survival is a game, then why not burn until the end?
Since the gods and demons are unkind and treat all the spirits of the mainland as stupid dogs, where can they hide if they retreat again and again?
Therefore, we must resist.
Even if it's a desperate move.
We must also fight against the bloody spirit and courage of the creatures of the host Zhenzhou.
The real strategic plan was formulated on Temple Mountain.
Only a few people know.
As for when Lin Beichen's retreat will end...is it important?
Haha, if I die in front of you, if you can't turn the tide after you escape, then I will win this big gamble.
There was a crazy flame burning crazily in Yanying's heart.
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"Is this Yunmeng City?"
The sky is blue and the air is fresh.
The PM2.5 index is 0.
The young man walking on the street has a handsome face and a three-pointed smile. He looks kind and kind, has an elegant temperament, and is not an ordinary person.
He was followed by eight people, old and young, some with light armor hanging swords, some with wide robes and long sleeves. They seemed to be housekeepers, bodyguards, and the like.
Their breath is the same as that of ordinary people, and they do not have martial arts energy fluctuations.
As the elegant young man walked, he looked at the buildings on both sides of the street and said with a smile: "This is a small town that my Lord calls a place of blessing. When I see it today, it is indeed a rare place of peace and tranquility."
“It is truly a paradise.”
"Pity."
"Sir, ten miles ahead
Outside, there is Yunmeng Temple Mountain. Should we go up the mountain directly, or..."
The elegant young man closed the folding fan in his hand and said: "Let's find a place to order food first. After eating, we can go fight. Only then will we have the strength."
As he spoke, he went straight to a simple roadside food stall, sat on a small bench, and said, "Uncle, please have a bowl of Yunmeng wonton noodles. No shrimp crackers, no vinegar."
The stall owner is a middle-aged man about fifty years old, with a simple face, a slight hunchback, and a slight limp in one foot. His clothes are clean and starched, and his face is rosy. Hearing this, he quickly and diligently agreed: "Okay, sir, please
Hold on……"
Although he has a disability, the boss is very nimble with his hands and feet. Soon, 10,000 steaming Yunmeng wonton noodles were placed on the small table.
The elegant young man started eating with a smile.
His movements are very elegant and slow, as if he is really devoted to enjoying the food...
The guards and stewards stood aside and waited patiently.
A young man ran quickly from a distance and said, "Dad, I want to sign up to join the army. I want to go to the battlefield..."
The boy looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a strong build. He was wearing the school uniform of Yunmeng City No. 3 Junior College, with a sword with a silver scabbard tied around his waist. His facial features were similar to that of the stall owner, and he looked like he was panting as he ran.
"What? Aren't you old enough to join the army?"
The lame stall owner wiped his hands clean, looked at his son, and said: "The city lord has decreed that only those who are over seventeen and a first-level martial artist can join the army. You are only fifteen years and eight months old this year."
The young man held the registration form in his hand and said: "Dad, here is an age confirmation form. As long as you sign it for me, proving that I am seventeen years old this year, I can join the army."
"This is to ask dad to help you with fraud. You kid, if you don't learn well," the lame stall owner slapped his son on the back of the head: "You brat, if you don't learn from the good ones, go back and practice the bad ones."
The young man covered his head with one hand, raised his head and neck in disbelief, and said: "I am going to join the army. When Senior Lin was my age, he was already the champion of the geniuses. Senior Han was at my age.
, is already a famous city-defending general in the north...I'm going."
"You brat, can you compare with Mr. Lin and Mr. Han?" The old father's handling method was always simple and crude. He raised his hand and slapped his son on the back of the head, saying: "They and you
Do you usually cheat when you are older?"
The young man smiled and looked at his father.
The lame stall owner couldn't help but have a look of helplessness on his face, and said: "Okay, Dad, I admit that when Mr. Lin was your age, he was really not a good person... But Mr. Lin is a god in the sky, can you
Compare?"
"Dad, after all, you are also a veteran who participated in the Battle of the Northern Territory, why are you playing double standards?" The young man said angrily: "I don't care, I just want to be a soldier. I heard that over there in Zhaohui City
The war has become tense. Those who have gone astray in the God King’s army have come to kill them. We must actively join the army..."
As soon as these words came out, the guards and housekeepers nearby showed angry expressions on their faces.
The elegant young master snorted lightly.
Several people then restrained their breath.
At this time, a girl in a white dress walked briskly like a flying white pure butterfly, holding a watch in her hand, and arrived in front of the stall.
"Uncle Jin, your application form for joining the army was rejected by the recruitment office..." The girl had a slender figure, a tall frame, and beautiful facial features. With a smile on her face, she handed back the form in her hand.
"ah?"
The stall owner took the form and looked at it. He suddenly became anxious and said: "Miss Buxi, I am a veteran. I have ten years of fighting experience in the north. I have practiced well over the years and still maintain the profound energy of a third-level martial artist."
With my cultivation level, I can also bring my own armor and weapons...Have you explained this clearly to me? How can I reject it?"
"Dad, you...you also signed up to join the army?"
The boy on the side was stunned.
"You brat, your father, Jin Zhiyi, and I are veterans of hundreds of battles. If there is a war, I will be recalled. Isn't it reasonable for me to join the army? To defeat those bastards of the God King's Army, of course I rely on veterans like me.
, what’s the use of a little brat like you who doesn’t even have all the fur? It’s just a waste of military resources and pay.”
The lame stall owner puffed his beard and stared.
After saying that, he turned around and begged the little girl, saying: "Don't regret it. Uncle, I watched you grow up. You are familiar with Mr. Lin Beichen. You are Mr. Lin's god-sister. Everyone from the Military Recruitment Department will help you."
To save face...if you are helping me, please tell me more carefully, just say that my legs are already healed and I am no longer lame."
"Dad, you just taught me not to lie. You are obviously still a lame now..."
Young Jin Chuanbao exposed his old father's lies without mercy.
"You little bastard, can you call it a lie about the veteran?"
The old father threw an old punch at him.
Such a picture of a loving father and a filial son made Han Buhui on the side laugh and quickly stopped him.
At this time, the elegant young man finished eating the noodles, placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table, took out the white brocade handkerchief, wiped his mouth gently, threw it away and said, "Is this girl familiar with Lin Beichen?"
Han Buhui glanced at a few people and felt unfamiliar. He couldn't help but feel a little wary in his heart and said, "Who are you?"
"Oh, we are friends of Lin Beichen and want to meet him."
The elegant young man smiled and said, "You are his god-sister, why don't you help me lead the way?"
Han Bugui took a step back and said, "I'm sorry, I have other things to do."
After saying that, he winked at Jin Zhiyi and his son, and wanted to turn around and leave.
But then, she discovered to her horror that she couldn't move.
"No one can refuse me."
The elegant young man stood up slowly and said, "You have to pay the price for what you just said."
He snapped his fingers casually.
Bang.
The head of the lame stall owner Jin Zhiyi suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded——
Thank you brothers for the reward. When I figure out the plot, I will add more to thank you all.