The Great Flood Witch became a little angry and said: "The calculation is wrong, what's wrong? Isn't it okay? It's not enough for you to come out and say it, but several people have calculated it again! What do you mean?"
Taoist Lei and You Xingchen were both dumbfounded.
What does it mean?
Are you not allowed to tell me if you made a mistake in calculation? Are you not allowed to correct me?
This is where it is. If you get all these questions wrong in school, you should be punished by standing on the podium, okay?
Taoist Lei ignored him: "Each family has a maximum limit of 10,000 people, but the space is unstable. To be on the safe side, each family has a maximum limit of 8,000 people. Among them, there are three thousand infant transformations, three thousand cloud transformations, and one thousand two gods.
Guixuan eight hundred."
The flood witch muttered, "Why are there so many differences...I am a bit embarrassed this time..."
On the table, the Great Witch Bing Ming couldn't bear it any longer. Even though he had been crushed into a ball by the boss, and even though he was still spinning around like a top, once his gloating mood came up, he couldn't stop it at all.
He felt that if he didn't speak now, he would definitely suffocate to death.
I finally stopped spinning, my head was still a little dizzy, so I couldn't wait anymore, I shook my head and stood on the table and said in a weird voice: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this arithmetic level is indeed the best in the world, hahaha, count down."
The Great Flood Witch said gloomily: "It turns out that you are so eloquent. This has opened your eyes again!"
He grabbed Bing Ming and squeezed hard.
The Great Witch of Bingming let out a "squeak", and felt that his original power was almost squeezed out, and he wailed loudly: "Boss, please forgive me, I don't dare to do it anymore, I don't dare to do it anymore..."
By the time Flood let go, Bing Ming's waist had become as thick as a little finger, his belly almost reached his ankles, and his neck was four or five times thicker than his head.
Lying on the table, dying, panting, and said: "If I had been sucked out of shit just now... I would probably spray it in the boss's mouth... Fortunately, I held it back... The boss owes me a favor..."
With a snap, the flood directly hit Lihuo's face. The flood witch was furious: "Lihuo, next time your brother-in-law appears in front of me, I will hammer your family to death, every one of them!"
The great shaman of Liehuo lost his soul: "Boss, please calm down."
He quickly put the grotesque body of his brother-in-law into his pocket, and heard a voice coming from his pocket. He was as angry as a gossamer, but he still had a strange and strange air: "Tsk, tsk, tsk... I can't catch the rabbit and eat the dog... Boss, you can't do it either.
That’s all it takes…”
Li Huo's face turned blue.
He grabbed it out of his pocket and tore off a few pieces of his robe. He wrapped it tightly around it for a few times and stuffed a numb core into Bing Ming's small mouth. Thinking about it, you still don't think it's safe? You might as well even cover your eyes and ears.
, and then put it back into the pocket.
Just a few moves? I was already sweating profusely.
The cold eyes of the Great Flood Witch kept turning back and forth on the face of the Great Witch of Fire, full of malice.
It's obvious that I've had enough of your brother-in-law? Liehuo, please blow up a sting and let me see!
Liehuo Wu Qing's face was pale, and he sat huddled in a chair, lowering his head deeply, trying his best to reduce his sense of presence...
There was a whining and struggling sound in his pocket.
Obviously? The Great Witch of Bingming still has something to say, but in this situation... I can't say it.
Everyone present had weird expressions on their faces. They didn’t dare to laugh when they wanted to, and they were all holding it in very hard.
"Three thousand transformations into infants, three thousand transformations into clouds, one thousand two gods, and eight hundred return to xuan..."
Zuo Changlu recited this number softly and couldn't help but exhale softly.
In the Infant Transformation realm, the army can have fewer of them, and talented young people from various major martial arts can be selected to enter the training. As for the cultivators of the three realms above Huayun, there must be more in the army.
After all, cultivators in the military have stronger survivability and are more valuable to the future!
"Has this number been decided?" Zuo Changlu asked.
"It's settled."
Lei Taoist said: "Now, the Great Wizard of Flood and the Great Wizard of Dankong need to check the situation of the Prince Academy again in seven days; if it is confirmed to be stable, they can enter. I guess the problem is not big, so we can start selecting people now
Already."
He paused and said: "Our Taoist League has already started to prepare for the follow-up. However, the Wu League and Star Soul have not started yet."
Zuo Changlu nodded and said: "That's it, Xiaohu."
The Heavenly King Yun Zhonghu from the left wing immediately stepped forward: "Master."
"After this party, the generals from all directions, as well as the ministers and ministers of various ministries and cabinets will be left behind to discuss this matter and decide it as soon as possible. This matter involves many follow-up matters and cannot be delayed. Those political methods are not appropriate at this time.
."The long road on the left.
"Yes, disciple understands."
Zuolu Tianwang hesitated for a moment and said: "Nan Zhengqian, Nan Zhang's side..."
"how?"
"Minister Nan has always wanted to return to the Southern Army; at the Ministry of Finance, he has already found someone to take over, but you didn't agree to this matter, and the old man of the Nan family also strongly opposed it..." Zuolu Tianwang coughed.
Zuo Changlu couldn't help but ponder.
Wu Yuting asked from the side: "Mr. Nan's health has never been better. I don't know if his injuries have gotten better over the years."
Zuolu Tianwang said in a low voice: "I'm afraid the old man from the Nan family is only a few years old... He just called me a few days ago and said he was going to the front line..."
Zuo Changlu and others all fell silent, and the big witches of the witch union opposite also looked stern and solemn as never before.
Needless to say, the old man who had only a few years to live went to the front line with only one purpose.
That is, find a senior member of the Umbrella League to be buried with him.
Or he could be buried with the elite troops of the Wu League.
And these old men, even if their longevity is exhausted and their vitality has come to an end, their fighting prowess cannot be underestimated.
At the last moment, it was the most conservative estimate to let go of all the suppression of internal injuries, explode to the limit, and drag a master of the Umbrella League back with him.
A good thing is to go to Jiuquan with a group of "old friends".
This move has long been commonplace for the Star Soul human race, especially those in the military.
It is precisely because of this that the Wu League, while deeply abhorring this kind of thing, is also full of admiration and amazement!
Only such people can be called heroes!
Zuo Changlu let out a long sigh and said, "Please, old man, please bear with me for a few more years and take one of the Heaven-Returning Pills."
"Mr. Huitian Dannan has already taken one pill, but he refused to take it again, saying it was a waste."
Zuolu Tianwang said: "Now the power of the Huitian Pill can provide Mr. Nan with less than two years of life."
Zuo Changlu said flatly: "Just say it is my order and must be taken. For up to four years, I will let him walk in glory, even if he is named Qingshi, it is no problem!"
"yes."
Zuolu Tianwang agreed.
Zuo Changlu sighed and said slowly: "These old guys who once fought in hundreds of battles and fought life and death, many of them even left the military, but when they were dying, they were still unwilling to sacrifice their cultivation to such a waste. Inaction leads to loess.”
"They are not willing to die on the bed."
"The vast majority have basically chosen to return to the front line and end their lives with a gorgeous explosion."
"This is also their final contribution to the world they have fought for all their lives. Of course, it is also the last glimmer of glory they have added to their family and will benefit future generations."
"Both public and private matters must be taken into consideration. Their selfishness cannot be ignored because of public motives; but their sacrifice and righteousness cannot be ignored because of selfishness."
"The favors that should be given must be given."
Zuo Changlu sighed softly: "Xiaoyu, what do you say?"
The king on the right is the main battler, and the commanders from all directions are almost controlled by the king on the right.
You Dongtian understood what Zuo Changlu was asking, and whispered: "My nephew secretly believes that it is inevitable for Nan Zhengqian to return to the Southern Army."
"The Demon Alliance is coming back soon, and I'm afraid it will be a life-or-death battle once they return. The Southern Army currently has no backbone, and even if Nan is commanded by remote control, it is still the weakest link among the four parties. If Nan Zheng is allowed to go back until the war is about to start, Without a time buffer, the combat effectiveness will inevitably be difficult to reach its highest level, and it is very likely to cause flaws in the front line and collapse thousands of miles away."
"Moreover, the Wu League is about to make a large-scale march and experience life and death on the flesh and blood millstone."
You Dongtian said: "If Nan Zhengqian is not here, I am afraid that the Wu League can really swallow up the Southern Army."
there.
Great Wizard Dankong said: "That's right; the Southern Army has no commander, and we have been coveting it for a long time. If the boss hadn't always had some scruples about the future situation, I'm afraid he would have taken action to pull out your Southern Army."
"Always have some concerns about the future situation?"
Zuo Changlu looked at the flood witch: "Have you always been worried about the future situation? Since when?"
The Great Witch of Flood said deeply: "When I just returned from the Witch League..."
"!!!"
Everyone was a little surprised.
Even Zuo Changlu and others never imagined that Flood Witch's plan was so far-term.
The Great Wizard of Flood said: "Since the Dao Alliance can return and the Witch Alliance can return, then the Demon Alliance and others will definitely return. Therefore, the initial strategic target of our Witch Alliance has never been you. It has been the Demon Clan!"
The Great Witch Flood had a look of confidence on his face, and he said calmly: "Otherwise, in the first few years after our return from the Wu League mainland, how could we possibly stop the Dao Alliance and the Star Soul Human Race, which had been defeated by the Dao Alliance at that time? Accommodate our witch alliance army?"
"I only need to lead eleven brothers to sit on the front line and completely suppress the Dao Alliance masters. By that time, I will be able to unify the continent long ago!"
"But reunification didn't make any sense at that time. Because after reunification, the management capabilities of the Umbrella League were not good, and they could only cause anger and resentment, and even the Umbrella League itself would be corroded."
"The reason why we tried our best to return from the starry sky is because...for so many years, even though we have been drifting outside, there is not much pressure. The new generation of the Umbrella League has serious faults, and almost no geniuses have emerged."
"Without a life and death crisis, how can we achieve a breakthrough?"
"Even this gap has not been repaired until now. Among the new generation, there is no master who can match the twelve of us."