"Team 7, come as you please and don't refuse anyone who comes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the field could no longer hold their nerves, and burst out laughing with a 'poof' sound.
Even shouting out "We will not refuse anyone who comes", isn't this shameful?!
After all, this is also the seventh team!
Not the 10th Division, nor the 13th Division!
How could an elder of the clan let such a guy lead the team?!
At this moment, even Long Wuyang, who had some friendship with Meng Xingyuan, was speechless.
With a rustling sound, a few people walked out from the Long Zhengjun team and walked to the front of Meng Xingyuan's formation.
Someone took the lead, and gradually, more people came out, until there were thirty-three people, and the team returned to calm.
The other squad captains were speechless.
Is it really ‘anyone who comes will be welcome’?!
This Jinyun Guest... is so shameless!
Immediately, everyone looked at the unicorn.
Everyone knows that His Royal Highness is on good terms with him, but this is related to the situation of the ancient battlefield. No matter how good it is, we can't let him do whatever he wants, right?
Qi Tamarin's face didn't look very good at this time.
It's just that he remembered his uncle's advice to him before and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
He glanced at Meng Xingyuan's team, which was obviously uneven. His eyes were a little ugly for a moment, but he just said: "Organize the army!"
This is an army formation?!
Everyone was startled.
After selecting troops and organizing the army, it is time to open the road to the ancient battlefield.
His Royal Highness... just let this kid go like that?!
This is the squad!
How could the leader who led the ancient battlefield to victory be so careless?!
Even though they are all Long Zhengjun, they are the best among the best in the Royal Army, but within the Long Zhengjun, there are also levels of strength.
Yes, most of the ordinary Long March Army warriors have the strength of the peak demon master. However, some people are in the realm of their own cultivation and are directly at the peak demon master, while some people rely on various means to barely achieve it.
Reaching the level of a peak demon master.
There is naturally a difference.
For those who are at the peak level of the Great Demon Master, there is no doubt that the combat power they can exert must exceed that of the Peak Great Demon Master.
And how can those who have barely reached the level of a peak demon master rely on their own tricks to compare with them?!
The three hundred people who had attracted much attention from Meng Xingyuan before were the Great Demon Masters who had reached the pinnacle of their own realm, so they attracted the competition from the captains.
But looking at Meng Xingyuan, there is not even one such person.
In other camps, except for the first team and the second team, although the other teams also have one or two inferior warriors, they are not like Meng Xingyuan.
Not to mention the two little kids named Tonghuang and Tonghu, they are just holding us back.
Others, except Tong Lao who was already a member of the Demon Sect, the other thirty-three were not much better.
There are even those who barely reach the level of a peak demon master by relying on means!
Everyone laughed secretly in their hearts. They knew without thinking that this seventh team was definitely at the bottom.
Even if they formed the Tiangang Demon Array, the effect would probably be enough to fight against the lives of the lower demon sects, which would be pretty good.
Coupled with a middle-level demon sect's Mr. Tong...hehe, it looks like a joke no matter how you look at it.
When I compare them in my mind, I can easily judge them.
There were one or two squad captains who originally wanted to approach Meng Xingyuan but immediately fell silent when they saw this scene.
Let alone deliberately making friends at this time, they were no longer interested in talking to Meng Xingyuan.
This person is already a joke!
If they make friends with him, wouldn't they themselves become a joke?
"You want to rely on that old servant of the middle-level demon sect to make a comeback? This Jinyun Guest Minister is really naive." Long Xingyu, the captain of the fourth team, glanced here, then shook his head, and sneered in his heart, "Before,
I've heard all kinds of things, but I didn't expect it.
It's better to meet Mr. Tong in name than before. He was indeed a half-step master before, but I heard from people that this Mr. Tong has been tortured by the ghost Gu for hundreds of years, and he is disabled even if he is not dead. So what if the injury is temporarily suppressed? A handful of old bones
, how long can you walk in the ancient battlefield?"
"If you want to rely on Mr. Tong, your wishful thinking is definitely wrong. If this is true, who among the captains present does not have an old servant of the Demon Sect in their home? Why not just recruit the Demon Sect directly? Why do we need the power of Long Zhengjun?"
He grinned with deep disdain, "I don't know what the prince values in him, but he condescends to befriend him."
There are many people in this group who have the same view as him.
I just don't want to say it out loud.
The look he looked at Meng Xingyuan was undoubtedly sarcastic.
As for Long Hao, his tail was almost raised to the sky. He looked over with squinting eyes, full of ridicule.
Qilin walked over and looked at Meng Xingyuan meaningfully, "Jinyun, I hope you won't be too behind when you get to the battlefield."
After saying that, he left.
"hehe."
The captains of each division walked past him one after another, and all of them left the word "haha" behind.
"Jinyun..."
Finally, Long Lan came over. She was not sarcastic, but rather intolerable, "You..."
"I'm fine." Meng Xingyuan said calmly.
He seems not to be affected by other people's attitudes at all.
"Take care of yourself." Long Lan nodded, exhaled like a blue breath, and left.
Finally, Meng Xingyuan, with the team members he had "reluctantly" recruited, also followed behind Long Lan.
Now, it seems that he has become the last of the 13th Division and has to follow Long Lan of the 13th Division.
"Brother Jinyun..." Tong Huang bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, wanting to say something, but she didn't.
She could feel that there was a fire in Meng Xingyuan's chest, ready to explode at any time!
Tong Hu had a resolute expression on his face and clenched his fists secretly, "Be upbeat! Never embarrass Brother Jinyun!"
Tong Lao's eyes flickered, and he was also worried.
But he didn't say it explicitly, but communicated with Meng Xingyuan through the telepathy of the contract.
Soon, his stern expression relaxed and he was no longer worried.
Looking around, the corner of his mouth curled up, "The feeling of the battlefield, I haven't seen it for a long time..."
…
Deep in the Dragon Court.
Endless flames filled the world in front of him, blocking everything.
The army stopped here, and there was an old man in a red and black dragon robe with an indifferent expression, waiting for their arrival.
This old man's name is Ao Zhong, he is the leader this time, half-step to the level of a venerable.
When the leader of Qilin arrived, Ao Zhong immediately nodded and greeted him. He was a leader, rather like a strategist. The one who really made decisions and took the leading position was probably King Yan's son, Qilan.
Ao Zhong looked around and saw Mr. Tong in the crowd. He was slightly shocked, "Tong Zhu?!"
"Haha, old man." Mr. Tong smiled and nodded.
"How come you..." It was indeed the Tong Zhu he knew, and Ao Zhong was even more surprised.
Because of Tong Lao’s position, he is clearly in the camp of the conquering army!