Chapter 751: Concerns about the flood [third update! 】

Chapter 751: Concerns about the flood [third update! 】

  Chapter 751 Scruples about the flood [Third update! 】

Snapped!

a slap.

   Bingming spun like a top on the table.

  Witch Hong Hong was a little annoyed, and said: "It's a mistake, why? Can't it? It's not enough for you to come out and say it, but several people have counted it! What do you mean?"

  Lei Daoren and You Xingchen were both dumbfounded.

  What do you mean?

  You miscalculated and still not allowed to say? Not allowed to correct?

   This is here. If you make mistakes in this kind of questions in school, you will be fined to stand on the podium, okay?

Daoren Lei ignored him: "The upper limit of each family is 10,000 people, but the space is not stable. To be on the safe side, each family has a maximum of 8,000 people; among them, there are 3,000 people for Yingbian, 3,000 for Huayun, and 1,200 for Yushen. Return to Xuan eight hundred."

  The Great Witch Hong Shui muttered, why is there so much difference... I am a bit embarrassed this time...

  On the table, the Ice Nether Witch couldn't bear it any longer. Even though he had been rubbed into a ball by the boss, even though he was still spinning like a spinning top, once his gloating mood came up, he couldn't stop it.

  He felt that if he didn't speak now, he would definitely suffocate to death.

  Finally, he stopped spinning in circles, his head was still a little dizzy, and he couldn't wait any longer. He shook his head and stood on the table in a strange way: "Tsk tsk tsk, this arithmetic level is indeed the best in the world, hahaha, countdown."

  The great witch Hong Hong said gloomyly: "It turns out that you are so eloquent, it really opened your eyes again!"

   Grabbed Bing Ming and squeezed hard.

  Bingming Witch squeaked, feeling that his original power was almost being squeezed out, and wailed loudly: "Boss, please forgive me, I don't dare, I won't dare again..."

  By the time Hongshui let go, Dao Bingming's waist had become the thickness of a little finger, her belly almost reached her ankles, and her neck was four or five times thicker than her head.

   Lying on the table, dying, panting, said: "If I was caught with **** just now... I guess I could spray it in the boss's mouth... Fortunately, I held back... The boss owes me a favor..."

   With a slap, the flood directly smeared Lie Huo on his face, and the big witch was furious: "Lai Huo, let your brother-in-law appear in front of me next time, and I will hammer all of your family to death, one counts as one!"

  The great fire witch has lost his soul: "Boss calm down."

Quickly put the strangely shaped body of my brother-in-law into my pocket, only to hear a voice coming from the pocket, angry like a gossamer, but still strangely angry: "Tsk tsk tsk... I can't catch rabbits and eat dogs... Boss, you're just like this!" Do something..."

  Agni's face turned blue.

Grabbed it out of the pocket, directly tore off a few pieces of his robe, wrapped it tightly several times, and stuffed a numb core in Bingming's small mouth. Thinking about it, he still felt unsafe, so he simply covered his eyes and ears , and then put it back into the pocket.

   After just a few movements, he was already sweating profusely.

  Warrior Flood's cold eyes kept turning back and forth on the face of Witch Raging Fire, full of malice.

  Obviously, I've had enough of your brother-in-law, Agni, give me a stab!

  Agni Wuqing with a pale face, huddled in a chair, lowered her head deeply, trying to reduce the sense of existence...

   There was a struggling sound of whooping in his pocket.

  Obviously, the Ice Nether Witch still has something to say, but, in this situation... I can't say it.

  Everyone present had weird faces, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and each of them was holding back very hard.

   "Three thousand infants, three thousand clouds, one thousand two gods, eight hundred Guixuan..."

   Zuo Changlu recited this number softly, and couldn't help exhaling softly.

  Infant transformation realm, there can be fewer in the army, and other talented youngsters of various high martial arts are selected to enter the experience, and cultivators of the three realms above Huayun have to have more in the army.

   After all, military practitioners have stronger survivability and are more valuable for the future!

   "Is this number settled?" Zuo Changlu asked.

   "It's settled."

Lei Dao said humanely: "Now, the Great Witch Flood and the Big Witch Dankong need to check the situation of the Prince's School after seven days; if they are confirmed to be stable, they can enter. I guess the problem is not big, so we can start selecting people now gone."

  He paused, and said: "Our Taoist League has already started to prepare for the follow-up. But the Wumeng and Xinghun have not yet started."

  Zuo Changlu nodded and said, "That's it, Xiaohu."

  The king of the left road, Yun Zhonghu, stepped forward immediately: "Master."

"After the party is over, leave the commanders of the Quartet, as well as the ministers, and the cabinet to discuss this matter and settle it as soon as possible. This matter has many follow-ups and cannot be delayed. Those political methods are not appropriate at this time. .” Zuo Changlu said.

   "Yes, disciple understands."

  The Heavenly King of the Left Road hesitated for a moment, and said, "Nan Zhengqian, Nanchang's side..."

"how?"

   "The Minister of the South has always wanted to return to the South Army; the Ministry of Finance, he has already found someone to take over, but you didn't nod on 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 on the side: "Mr. Nan's health has never been better, and I don't know if the internal injuries have improved over the years?"

  Zuolu Tianwang said in a low voice: "I'm afraid the old man of the Nan family has not been around for a few years... Just a few days ago, he called me and said he was going to the front line..."

  Zuo Changlu and the others all fell silent, and several great witches of the Wumeng on the opposite side also looked serious, unprecedentedly Zhuangsu.

  The old man who hadn't had a good life for a few years went to the front again, needless to say, there was only one purpose.

   That is, to find a high-level Ummon League official to be buried with him.

   Or find the elite troops of the Wumeng to be buried with them.

  As for these old men, even though their lifespan is exhausted and their vitality has come to an end, their combat power still cannot be underestimated.

  At the last moment, let go of all the suppression of internal injuries, burst out at the limit, and pull a Wumeng master back to back is the most conservative estimate.

  Hao Yi Hao is to bring a group of "old friends" to Jiuquan together.

   This move has long been common for the Star Soul race, especially for the military.

  Because of this, the Wumeng hates this kind of thing, but at the same time admires it, amazed!

   Only such a person can be called a hero!

  Zuo Changlu sighed for a long time, and said: "Please bear with me for a few more years, old man, and return to Tiandan to pass one."

   "Grandpa Huitian Dannan has already taken one, but he refuses to take it again, saying it is a waste."

  Zuolu Tianwang said: "Now the medicinal power of Huitian Pill can provide the longevity of Mr. Nan for less than two years."

  Zuo Changlu said resolutely: "Just say it's my order, and you must take it. For up to four years, I will let him go on a glorious journey, even if he is named Qingshi, it's no problem!"

"yes."

  The king of the left road agreed to come down.

Zuo Changlu sighed, and said slowly: "These old things who have been through hundreds of battles, life and death, even though many people have left the army, when they are dying, they are still unwilling to let their cultivation base be so insignificant. Those who do nothing are brought into the loess."

   "They are unwilling to die on the sick bed."

  "The vast majority basically chose to come to the front again and end their life with a splendid explosion."

   "This is also the last contribution they have made to the world they have fought for all their lives. Of course, it is also the last smear of glory they added to their family, and it will benefit future generations."

   "It is both public and private. You cannot ignore their selfishness because of publicity; but you cannot ignore their sacrifice and righteousness because of selfishness."

   "The favor you deserve, you must have."

  Zuo Changlu sighed softly: "Xiaoyu, what do you say?"

  The king of the right is the main battle, and the commanders of the four sides are almost all controlled by the king of the right.

  You Dongtian understood what Zuo Changlu was asking, and said in a low voice: "My nephew secretly thinks that it is imperative for Nan Zhenggan to return to the Southern Army."

"The return of the Demon League is imminent. I'm afraid it will be a life-and-death battle as soon as it returns. The Southern Army has no backbone right now. Even if the Southern Commander commands them remotely, it is still the weakest link in the Quartet. If Nanzheng is allowed to go back when the war is about to start, Without a time buffer, it is bound to be difficult to achieve the highest combat effectiveness, and it is very likely to cause a lack of frontline and collapse thousands of miles."

   "Moreover, the Witch League is about to march in a big way, and the flesh and blood will be grinded through life and death."

  You Dongtian said: "If Nan Zhenggan is not here, I am afraid that the Wumeng can really swallow the Nanjun."

   Over there.

  Dankong Dawu 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."

   "There are always some scruples about the future situation?"

  Zuo Changlu looked at Hong Hong Dawu: "You have always had scruples about the future situation? Since when?"

  The Great Witch Flood said deeply: "When I just returned from the Witch League..."

   "!!"

  Everyone was a little surprised.

  Even Zuo Changlu and others never imagined that the plan of the Great Witch Hongshui was so far-reaching.

   Dao Hong said: "Since the Daomeng can return and the Wumeng can return, then the Demon League and others will definitely return. Therefore, the initial strategic goal of our Wumeng has never been you. It has been the demon clan!"

The Daoist Sorcerer's face was full of confidence, and he said lightly: "Otherwise, in the first few years when I returned from the Wumeng Continent, how could it be possible to block the Daomeng and the Star Soul Human Race that had been abolished by the Daomeng at that time?" Stop my Witch League army?"

   "I only need to take eleven brothers to sit on the front line and completely suppress the masters of the Dao League. At that time, the mainland can be unified long ago!"

   "But at that time, unification had no meaning. Because after the unification, the management ability of the Wumeng side was not good, and it could only cause anger and resentment, and even the Wumeng itself would be corrupted."

   "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, the pressure is not great. The new generation of Wumeng has a serious fault, and almost no genius has appeared."

   "If there is no life and death crisis, how can we make a breakthrough?"

   "Even this fault has not been repaired until now. In the new generation, there is no master who can match the twelve of us."

  (end of this chapter)