During the three-day assessment, Zhou Jin lived up to his strength, but also chose to keep a low profile. After squeezing into the main battle camp with the strength of his physical body and high-level armor, he did not continue to fight. What the legion needs is quota, not ranking. The main battle battalion will be replenished from the battle losses.
Qin Wujiu flew all the way to the main battle camp with the selected main battle camp personnel. The vast camp gradually became active with the arrival of a ship.
"Qin Wujiu, the deputy commander of the training camp, escorted the main battle camp personnel to report this time." After getting off the ship, Qin Wujiu went to a large tent. "Come in." An elegant voice came, and then Qin Wujiu passed the guards and headed for the tent. "This is the list of main combatants this time." Looking at Ren Xingyun who was looking at the map in front of him, Qin Wujiu slowly handed over the list. The guard standing by took it and handed it to Ren Xingyun.
Opening the list and looking at the two people marked, Ren Xingyun nodded: "You have gained a lot this time. Some of the other deputy commanders in the training camp are hard to find, but you can actually meet two at one time, or... It has been ten days since your innate fighting spirit was awakened. If you tell me what you have gained, you probably won’t know how many sap blows you will get from them. I suggest you be more careful next time you go out."
"I'm joking when I get the order. If you can't beat me, you can't hide. At most, I'll go back and buy some fine wine to prepare." Hearing this, Qin Wujiu also gave in. He couldn't afford to offend him. Who could let him take all the benefits by himself? . "Oh, go ahead and get another 10% of the original reward. I'll invite this guest for you." "Thank you for your order. Qin Wujiu will retire." After Qin Wujiu retreated, Ren Xingyun wrote to the two of them. Crossing it out on the list: "You can arrange these two in person, and follow the army's rules." The personal guard on the side took the list, nodded in agreement, and then retreated.
Looking at the teammates around him, Zhou Jin understood that they were the companions he could trust with his life on the battlefield. "I'm Zhou Jin. I'm new here like you. What's your name?" Shilang Chenyun heard the words and replied: "Shilang Chenyun." He walked around Shilang Chenyun, it was okay. , why are there so few ugly people in Confucianism? Then he looked at the next one.
"Ren Yu Ping Sheng" Zhou Jin didn't need to ask, Ren Yu Ping Sheng answered resoundingly. Not bad, this one looked a bit strong, and then he looked at the one behind him. Zhou Jin also gave the answer before asking Lan Ling about Shi Dao, "Lan Ling Shi Dao".
Zhou Jin looked around and said, "Why don't any of the three of you look better than me?" The three people who heard this were instantly petrified, and then there was a burst of gnashing of teeth, "Small, what are you waiting for?"
Zhou Jin and the four people who were directly assigned to the front line thought that everyone was the same as them. However, when the four people arrived at the destination, they felt something bad when they looked at the people behind them who were getting off the ship one after another. They were all in the innate realm. , the aura around him, Zhou Jin and everyone could not mistake it, it was the innate realm. No, after sizing each other up, they immediately set their sights on the person escorting themselves and others.
"Senior brother, we seem to have gone to the wrong place." Looking at the cold and arrogant guard brother, Zhou Jin went up and said weakly. Glancing at the four of them, Qi Donglai said, "You're right. Those of you who have awakened your innate fighting spirit, the front line is your only destination." Then he handed over the list to the person who handed him over, then boarded the warship and left, leaving behind a group of people. The four people looked confused.
However, the person who made the handover did not give them any chance to digest: "I am Ning Yulou, the commander of the third formation of the Black Dragon Legion's forward selection battalion. From this moment on, you are my subordinates, Ning Yulou. Come and take them down. "
Looking at the thirteen people in front of him, thirteen Awakening World Realm, Luoye Fenghua had a headache. Such a low realm was useless on the battlefield. What else could they fight besides defensive battles? Can they shoot the innate bed crossbow? All are problems.
However, he didn't have any skills assigned by the legion, but why did he throw all these rookies to him? Wasn't it just that he played a better defensive battle? On a mountain top, Luoye Fenghua threw them into a hidden rock formation dug and built: "The thirteen of you will stay here. You can shoot cold arrows or whatever. In short, just make sure you can survive." , I don’t ask you to kill the enemy, but at least you can’t hold back and choose a corps leader yourself. Here is the communicator, and the selected person can just take it." After the explanation, Luoye Fenghua left.
After Luo Ye Fenghua left, Zhou Jin stepped forward, reached for the communicator, and then threw it into the Sumerana Ring. "They are both in the Awakening World Realm. I propose that whoever is handsome will be the leader in an hour. If you have any opinions, you can raise them." "Oh, does it depend on looks? It's interesting. I agree." "I don't have any objections either. Let's set up the formation. ." Seeing that no one had any objections, Zhou Jin set up a large formation to cover up his aura.
As the formation was set up, Zhou Jin released his Qi and blood, and the Qi and blood on everyone's body was no longer suppressed as Zhou Jin's Qi and blood was released. Full of internal energy, his figure transformed, and Zhou Jin was the first to rush into the crowd, attacking everyone with majestic power with every move he made. There was an immediate collision of passion on the field, and a melee began.
After the last punch fell on the face of Shilang Chenyun who was full of fighting spirit and knocked him down, Zhou Jin looked at the twelve people lying around and nodded, very satisfied with the result. In physical combat, Zhou Jin is not sure that he will fight in physical combat with you. Don't be ridiculous. The innate combat skills of high-level savage beasts are as good as drinking water. If Zhou Jin can't defeat these idiots after practicing Qitianwu, then what else will he have to fight on the battlefield.
After a while, everyone who had recovered looked at Zhou Jin, who was still wearing Confucian clothes, and gritted his teeth. This guy was so wretched. He was so powerful that he launched a sneak attack even though he was so powerful. In the end, all twelve people left him alone. It's so embarrassing to put it down.
In the early stage, as long as there was one person who couldn't resist, he would go up and finish the damage. In the end, everyone unknowingly realized that it was too late. Due to the exhaustion of physical strength and the fact that most of the people in front were knocked down, it was no longer realistic to think of ganging up in a group fight. The guy must have practiced hitting him in the face, otherwise he wouldn't have been so hard and accurate and it would have hurt so much.
"Oh, I accidentally knocked them down. Sure enough, I am the most handsome among this crowd." Everyone who heard this turned their faces away and did not want to talk to this guy.
"Oh, you see, I am also the one who takes care of my younger brother. It's not too much to choose a popular name. How about calling me Twelve Tianfeng. Of course, you can choose to call me Thirteen Thieves. How about, choose one. "Everyone who heard this felt depressed for a while. The Confucian clothes on this guy were too eye-catching. Is he really a disciple of Confucianism?
Why did the Confucian Church with strict etiquette produce such a thing? Which organization under Confucianism could train such a top-notch person? However, looking at Zhou Jin who looked like if you don't choose me, everyone could only choose Twelve Tianfeng.
In the evening, when they looked at Zhou Jin, who was painting elegantly and with a serious face, everyone's hearts collapsed. Is the person in front of them really the same person as they remembered? "What are you looking at? Don't you know how to do such a simple thing?" His expression was wrong. He had overthought everything before, and he was still this bitch. Even drawing an intermediate inscription array can't hide the fact that this guy is a bitch.
