Fifty-two booklets, everyone including Ding Jiu got one.
In fact, these people did not attach too much importance to the booklet Ling Tian took out. Each of them practiced martial arts in the Houtian realm.
In the world of Xiaoao, the martial arts they practice are basically not much different from Zixia. The potential may be slightly inferior, but the power will never be inferior.
The martial arts displayed by Ling Tian from last night to now are certainly terrifying, but except for the Star-Absorbing Technique, which is similar to magic skills, the terrifying nature of the other martial arts comes more from Ling Tian's cultivation realm than from the martial arts itself.
"My subordinates will definitely..."
Ding Jiu secretly paid attention to the members of the assassination team. This man was now a little smarter and began to learn how to be human. Even if he was sure that the people in the assassination team were indifferent and unhuman, he would still be worried that the people in the assassination team would accidentally reveal his feelings towards others.
The disdain for the secret book given by Ling Tian.
Saying this, Ding Jiu very naturally opened the booklet given by Ling Tian.
Ding Jiu, who had deliberately read through the book carefully, his eyes widened when he opened the book.
He can also be regarded as a quite talented master, and he also has some impressive martial arts skills.
But one can see at a glance the magic that Ling Tian gave the booklet.
Sunflower's power alone is nothing in this world. It is much inferior to the martial arts practiced by Ding Jiu and the assassination team.
However, Sunflower's cultivation speed and the speed brought by Sunflower itself are far incomparable to the martial arts practiced by Ding Jiu and others.
The assassination team consists of fifty-two people. This is the number of people that Ding Jiu selected from the countless people he came into contact with in Qingshi City who can master their martial arts skills.
Under this situation, these fifty-two people can only practice a acquired martial arts to a small degree, and it is extremely difficult to go further.
In this case, switching to other martial arts will not change much.
Sunflower's unique speed advantage can further enhance their strength.
Not only that, Sunflower's cultivation speed and ease of cultivation also determine that Ling Tian can produce large quantities of masters between the acquired realm and ordinary warriors at any time if he wants to.
This is cheating.
There are thousands of gangs in this world, but those in the Houtian realm are definitely at the leader level, and most of the gang members are just ordinary warriors.
When it comes to real competition, unless there is a battle to eliminate gangs, the limit of combat power is the Houtian realm, and the real main force on the battlefield is ordinary warriors.
Just imagine, Ling Tian goes to war with other forces. Everyone is at the same level of acquired heaven. At most, dozens of people are fighting fiercely. However, Ling Tian's thousands of ordinary gang members are all trained in sunflower and are second only to acquired level.
Musha.
The scene was really beautiful, with Ling Tian bubbling up and the hostile forces vomiting blood.
Of course, tens of thousands should be impossible, after all, confidentiality issues have to be considered.
But there is no problem in getting hundreds of people out. Keeping hundreds of people secret is easy for any big boss level existence.
"My subordinates will definitely urge everyone to practice well and look good..."
At this thought, Ding Jiu bowed respectfully to Ling Tian, then immediately raised his head and shouted to the assassination team.
The fifty-two people immediately opened the booklet with Ding Jiu, and then their expressions changed like Ding Jiu's.
They didn't think about it for long, they could only understand that this book could make their strength even further.
Sunflower is an internal strength, but it is an internal strength that tends to act. It increases absolute speed and can definitely increase combat effectiveness at any time.
Looking at the contents of the booklet, the eyes of ordinary robot-like guys like the Assassination Team finally began to change when they looked at Ling Tian.
Such a book can be distributed at will, but it seems that it is copied by the accounting clerk. So what kind of good things should Ling Tian have there?
In this dangerous world, everyone hopes to be hugged by a big thick leg, not to mention that the leader of the assassination team, Ding Jiu, has already decided to join Ling Tian. Therefore, in just a short moment, the fifty-two members of the assassination team showed their loyalty to Ling Tian.
It's rising straight up.
Ding Jiu noticed the changes in the assassination team, sighed slightly in his heart, and then completely corrected his mentality. People like Ling Tian were not comparable to him.
"I will pass on the formula later, and then send someone to check the forces closest to us that can definitely eat us and rely on Sogao..."
Ling Tian, who looked at the fifty-two members of the assassination team indifferently, walked over and passed on the flawless method of cultivating sunflowers to Ding Jiu, and then gave instructions.
Qingshi City is located in the north of the Great Zhou Empire, very close to the grassland, and the chief helm of the Dilong Gang is in Anyuan City, a large northern city in the Great Zhou Empire, two thousand miles away from Bluestone City.
Two thousand miles may not seem like a short distance, but it only takes two or three days at a fast pace.
In Anyuan City, in the central meeting hall of the Dilong Gang's headquarters, which covers an area of hundreds of hectares, Murong Xian, the leader of the Dilong Gang, looked calmly at the two guardians and four hall masters sitting opposite each other.
Murong Xian is only in his twenties this year, and he looks like a childish girl. At this time, he is sitting above the two guardians and four hall leaders of the Dilong Gang. Not only does he not have the slightest bit of domineering power, but he feels like he is riding a tiger.
A sense of weakness.
The main hall of the Dilong Gang is more than 2,000 square meters, but there are only eight chairs and a large couch in it, and only seven people can sit there.
At this time, no one spoke, and the silence in the hall was as terrifying as hell.
"I have decided to resolutely fight back against the Thirteenth City Walled City's invasion of our Dilong Gang's territory. What do you uncles say..."
However, facing the silence in front of him, the seemingly weak Murong Xian opened his mouth slowly and unhurriedly.
Murong Xian has seen this scene many times since the reform was proposed, and she has already been prepared, so no matter what these hall masters and protectors do, she will continue her own affairs according to her own wishes.
After the words fell, there was still no response, as if Murong Xian had not spoken.
Non-violence and non-cooperation, the guardian hall masters of the Earth Dragon Gang have obviously practiced these six-character truths to a state of transformation.
"It seems that all uncles have no objections, so we have decided happily to fight back... Next, let's talk about the internal affairs of our gang. Not long ago, a big leader of our gang rebelled, and he has been killed by his subordinate leader.
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Murong Xian smiled and continued to speak. She looked at Suogao as she spoke.
At this time, she was naturally talking about Ling Tian's killing of Zhao Duo.
Originally, the killing of a big boss by a small boss was something that no power leader could accept. It was absolutely taboo for any superior to commit a crime against a superior. However, for Murong Xian now, this was the best way to stimulate Suo Gao.
choose.
As for Ling Tian, who committed the crime, he was also a good chess piece in Murong Xian's eyes.
The Dilong Gang is a large gang in northern Xinjiang and owns dozens of cities. However, after being divided among the seven top leaders, even she, the gang leader, only has a few cities. She does not believe that Suo Gao can bear the loss of one city.
