"The whole group of young people playing the legion game in Qi Tian are really a bit childish. It's no wonder that the four legendary true immortals are all called "Young Master XX who loses his teeth."
"It seems that this cultivator is a killer, but the true immortal is not much better." Wang Chen cursed in his heart, but then he found that he was facing a bigger problem.
"Reserves?"
How could he know what the reserve force was, and a group of vicious cultivators would glare at him before leaving.
The most helpless thing is that I don't know anyone.
At this moment, he was confused. After thinking hard, a person appeared in front of his eyes.
Cui Yiwen.
Two hours later, Wang Chen flew towards Chongdu City with satisfaction, which was the reserve concentration camp of the Suzaku Army. The Tianjiao cultivators who wanted to enter the throne of Master Tian all had their lists left there, waiting for the moment of being selected.
After he negotiated peacefully with Cui Yiwen as Jiba, Cui Yiwen cooperated very well and handed over some non-confidential information about the Suzaku Army to him.
He was very surprised by the cooperative attitude, and was very pleased with Cui Yiwen.
Although this information is not confidential, in terms of the concentration and detail of the information, Linglong Pavilion is really the No. 2 intelligence dealer.
After the teleportation array was in operation, he had arrived at the capital.
Habitually hiding his cultivation, Wang Chen walked towards the reserve station of the Suzaku Army.
Unless he had to fill up the establishment, he wouldn't even have the interest to fill up the so-called squad.
Just pick two at random.
The reserve station is not large, maintaining the ancient and wild architectural style of Chongdu City, but a huge red bird carved from copper at the gate highlights its status.
Red copper is a metal that can be used to refine flying swords, which are magic weapons for practitioners in the Qi Condensation Stage. I don't know how much red copper would be consumed for such a big Suzaku.
It's just that although Suzaku was impressive, the reserve station was obviously not as lively as Wang Chen imagined. Instead, it was a bit deserted. He looked around and walked in.
Dozens of tables and chairs were placed in the hall, and traces of the mess could still be seen. It was obvious that someone had been sitting there. However, at this moment, it was empty, with only a few scattered figures.
Hearing people's voices, a fat man who was lying on a pile of chairs pushed together as a wooden bed in the middle of the hall jumped up.
In Wang Chen's eyes, a mountain of flesh suddenly bounced up, and an indescribable expression passed through his heart.
The fat man like a mountain of flesh blinked his eyes, looked Wang Chen up and down, and said in a rough voice: "Boy, when you come to the reserve team, you have to talk about a first-come, first-served basis. If there is a captain who comes to select someone later, you can't do it."
Bengqi, step away from me, let those of us who come first be chosen first, and then it’s your turn. Do you understand?”
This sentence revealed enough information, and Wang Chen instantly came to three conclusions.
"First, the people staying here are all reserve members."
"Second, I probably went to the wrong place and came to this reserve team constituency."
"Third, the goods here are the leftovers from the selection."
"It seems that I came too late for information!" Wang Chen frowned.
But he only heard a hoarse but delicate voice from the side.
"Oh, Fatty Du, please calm down. If there is really a captain who chooses you, then there is really something wrong. Look at your body shape. None of the pig demon kings I saw when I was young are as stocky as you. Let me tell you, with
I would rather be on your team than this guy."
Wang Chen turned his head inexplicably and in horror. In his sight, a tall and thin man wearing a lavender robe with long hair stood up, smiled brightly at Wang Chen, and even winked at Wang Chen.
Eye.
To be fair, this man is not ugly, but his charming voice, charming expression, and lavender aesthetics are really poisonous when placed on a man.
Wang Chen turned around without saying a word, only to find that he was blocked by a handsome young man dressed as a scholar and holding a folding fan.
"Flower Demon, before you speak, could you please shave off the stubble on your chin? It looks disgusting!" The scholar shook his folding fan, and a faint scent came out.
"What do you call me brother? May I ask what your cultivation level is? Are you married? What family and sect are you born in? Do you have any requirements for your partner?" The scholar asked with a smile on his face.
"Pull him down! Zhou Xiangrong, you are a chatterbox. I am annoyed by your voice. You are just an annoying fly." The flower demon retorted.
"Humph, a bunch of stupid birds." A cold voice came from the side.
Wang Chen looked to the side, only to see a young man sitting on a chair, without looking back, looking extremely cold.
"Shut up! Why are you, a ninth-level Qi Condensation guy, just here to join in the fun?"
Fatty Du scolded.
"The ninth level of Qi Condensation..." Wang Chen was speechless.
"Are we playing house here? What kind of monsters are the rest!"
He sneered in his heart, and the others had already walked out.
At this time, a middle-aged man dressed as a mortal shopkeeper came towards him with his hands behind his back.
When the middle-aged man saw Wang Chen, an inexplicable smile appeared on his lips.
"Captain Jiang Yu, you really have a sharp eye for pearls."
Upon hearing this, Wang Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.
Then he said calmly: "Just a few of them."
The middle-aged expression suddenly solidified.
After being stunned for a second, he turned around in surprise and looked at Wang Chen's back as he strode away.
Among the four true immortals, three have inexplicably adopted the formation of a legion. This makes Wang Chen inexplicably suspect that the world where true immortals live is probably a war-torn killing place. The true immortals born in such a place are likely to be
It is more powerful than what the cultivators imagine and rumor.
In a small team, the strength of the members is extremely important, and he is not ignorant of this truth.
But for one thing, he is not Jiang Yu himself.
Secondly, the moment the middle-aged man spoke, his teasing tone and words, combined with the attitude of the entire Kong Ling team toward him, it was obvious that he was determined to wear these little shoes.
In this case, he might as well be the first to get the upper hand.
"I don't know what to say when death is imminent." The middle-aged man stared at his back coldly for a long time, as if he had guessed Wang Chen's thoughts, then he snorted coldly and turned around and walked back to the station. How could he be so philistine just now?
appearance.
"Captain, my name is Du Zida, a nirvana."
"My name is Hua Wan Gu! I have just entered Nirvana not long ago."
"My name is Zhou Xiangrong. I entered the Tao through writing. I took the path from the Tao and achieved nirvana."
"Don't bully young people who are poor. I am Xiao Bing. Even though I am only at the ninth level of Qi Condensation now, in thirty years I will definitely surpass you!"
All day long, Wang Chen's mind was filled with the self-introductions of these living treasures.
These young people are all proud to be under Qitian's command. When introducing themselves to others, they will inevitably say proudly, I am a cultivator under Master Tian's seat. However, they do not know that the fourth master's cultivator who died under his own hands has already died.
Don't know the geometry.
"You rushed in, do you think this is just playing house?" Wang Chen spat in a low voice.
He had already made up his mind that these four so-called team members were just names.