Mo Zhitao didn't want to join any organization, the last time Zhang Fei told him to let him join the special service team, he immediately refused.

Joining those organizations, although he has a certain amount of power, but at the same time has certain obligations, Mo Zhitao doesn't want to be bound, and it is inconvenient for him to do whatever he wants.

"You, what did you say?" The old man stood up in surprise, he didn't expect that Mo Zhitao didn't want to join the Martial Alliance? You must know that there are many masters in the Martial League, who rely on relationships and friendships, thinking about introducing the disciples of their own sect to the Martial League as warriors, looking forward to a good development.

But this Mo Zhitao gave such benefits to others, did he get into the water in his head? The old man thought to himself.

"Hehehe, I don't want to join, senior, if there is nothing to do, I will go first." Mo Zhitao smiled and turned around to leave.

"Mo Zhitao, if you dare to leave here, I will kill you." The old man said angrily.

"Senior, don't be angry." Lao Li saw that the old man was angry, so he hurriedly came over to play the round.

The old man said angrily: "Mo Zhitao already knows the secret of our Martial Alliance, if he doesn't join our Martial Alliance, I have to kill him." ”

"Ah, there is such a thing?" Mo Zhitao shouted in panic. He was confident that his martial arts skills were good, but in the face of a master of eighth-level martial arts, he was simply killed.

That night, Mo Zhitao saw the old man's shot, he just hung in the air and shot at himself, just a move, which seemed to be unremarkable, but he didn't have the strength to fight back at all.

Eighth-level martial arts, there is really no way to compete with them. Mo Zhitao thought secretly in his heart.

"Senior, you are a strong man, you didn't ask for my opinion just now, why do you want me to join your organization all of a sudden, it seems a bit bad." Mo Zhitao said with a bitter face.

"Zhitao, in fact, it is very good to join our organization, the benefits are good, and we can help if there is anything." Lao Li Tou persuaded Mo Zhitao beside him. "Didn't you offend the Qingcheng faction? You joined our Martial Alliance, Lei Ming didn't dare to do anything to you. ”

Mo Zhitao said disapprerovingly: "Hmph, I'm not afraid of thunder, after I go back later, I will immediately gather people to destroy the Qingcheng faction." ”

The highest martial arts of the Qingcheng faction is Lei Ming, and that night, after Mo Zhitao and the others destroyed some masters of the Qingcheng faction, it is estimated that the Qingcheng faction does not have many masters. Hehehe, if he asks the Ten Thousand Swords Gang and Qingyin to help with the fist, the Qingcheng faction will definitely be wiped out by them.

"Hmph, Mo Zhitao, you don't know the strength of the Qingcheng faction at all. The Qingcheng faction has been established for so many years, do you think it is the strength of Lei Ming? The old man sneered.

"What does the senior mean is that the Qingcheng faction also has an eighth-level master?" Mo Zhitao asked worriedly. If the other party is only a seventh-level master, he doesn't have to worry.

"I don't know if there are eighth-level masters in the Qingcheng faction, but there are people from the Qingcheng faction in the Martial Alliance, and that person is an eighth-level martial arts." The old man said coldly.

Mo Zhitao was taken aback, "There are people from the Qingcheng faction in the Wumeng?" Will he return to the Qingcheng faction? ”

"That person can't go back." The old man shook his head and said. "When he entered the Martial Alliance, he was only a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, and he was not at the rank of elder or above, so he would not go back. But after all, he was sent from Qingcheng before, and he will definitely be sent to Qingcheng. ”

When Mo Zhitao heard the old man say this, he was secretly surprised in his heart. If there is an eighth-level master towards the Qingcheng faction, he may not be able to destroy the Qingcheng faction. I don't know how strong that person's martial arts are, if it is the middle of the eighth level, maybe a few seventh-level martial arts masters can't resist it. Where did he go to find so many level 7 masters now?

Just ask Master Zhitong and the Boundless Dao Master to persuade them to fight, but let them go and destroy the Qingcheng Sect, that is impossible. It is estimated that the Emei faction will not help them fight the Qingcheng faction, unless the master is allowed to sacrifice the hue to extinguish the Qingqing, maybe the extinguishing will secretly help them.

"Mo Zhitao, you are dead, after Lei Ming leaves, he will definitely report to the fellow disciples of the Wumeng, and he will definitely find trouble for you at that time." The old man screamed.

"Yes, Zhitao, you better think about it, if you join our martial arts alliance, they won't dare to act rashly against you." Lao Li persuaded Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao glanced at the old man, and then at Lao Li, how did he feel that one of these two people was singing red face and the other was white face, as if they were going to coax themselves. "Uncle Li, it's not that I don't want to work with you. But the Yin-Yang Gate has just re-emerged, and I still have a lot of things to do, so I can't stay in the Wumeng. Mo Zhitao said with a bitter face. Sister, this doesn't work, that doesn't work, he really has a headache.

"Zhitao, this problem is not big, the regulations in the medical department are very flexible, you can apply to Wumeng when you arrive, you can come to Wumeng regularly every month to check the health of some seniors." Lao Li said.

"Uncle Li, what I said was, what I said was, if I join the Martial Alliance, what work do I need to do?" Mo Zhitao asked.

Lao Li Tou said: "The medical department is mainly responsible for the health of our Wumeng people, and a master like you may become the deputy minister of the medical department, and then be responsible for the health care of some eighth-level masters." ”

"Mo Zhitao, in fact, you don't have much work, if you become a deputy minister, the Wumeng will also send you assistants, and you are mainly responsible for the health of our people." Speaking of this, the old man sighed softly. "We haven't paid attention to this before, so let's lose a group of masters in the Martial Alliance."

"Level 8 masters, they are generally older, and their health is also very important. If there is no eighth-level master, it is a loss for the country. The old man said. We are different from the masters of other family sects, we work for the country, and we often do things that lose our heads. It's me, scarred. ”

With that, the old man lifted up his shirt, where a large scar was revealed, and a little bone could be seen.

"Senior, are you seriously injured?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Well, that's before, in a mission, I was plotted by the enemy, and it's not bad to be able to pick up a life." The old man nodded and pulled down his shirt. "We, the eighth-level masters, are all over 70 years old, we are not immortals, and no one can escape the laws of nature. We are not afraid of death, we want to preserve the masters of the country, so that the country can be peaceful and stable. ”

Lao Li Tou said: "Yes, Zhitao, foreign enemies and internal thieves have always been eyeing the country, like this doctor king competition, it is a major event that someone wants to destroy our country." First of all, the people of the Qingcheng faction were poisoned, and if you were not good at martial arts, you would be killed by Thunder and them; Then Pei Rongding and Shao Chang encountered an assassination, Fu Dong's diagnosis was strange, someone told me just now that the relationship between the little boy and the back was not simple. This series of things is going to ruin this competition. ”

"Well, there have always been people who want to destroy our Chinese medicine, and I also found a group of such people in Macheng District at that time." Mo Zhitao nodded. "But those people are very scary, and when they were discovered, they all chose to commit suicide, and I suspect that they are people of an organization."

Lao Li Tou said: "It must be organized and premeditated, alas, in fact, with the strength of our Huaxia Kingdom, we are not afraid of those people." But our national conditions are like this, you can't tolerate me, I can't tolerate you, and if we continue like this, we will only fight infighting. I won't say anything else, it's just this medical king competition, He Dan and they obviously hit others a little bit, and they want to let others go up. ”

"It's the same everywhere, old Li Tou." The old man said. "Now let's not talk about so many other things, Mo Zhitao, do you join or not join the Martial Alliance?"

"If I can take care of other things and don't have to stay in the Martial Arts League all the time, I can still agree." Mo Zhitao said. He used to work part-time in the 125 nursing home, which also delayed a lot of time.

I heard Lao Li Tou say that he has a lot of power when he enters the Wumeng, and he also needs power, and now he has a lot of enemies.

"Okay, come on, give the token to Mo Zhitao." The old man shouted to the back, and the man in black on the left stepped forward and took out a small black card and handed it to Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao took the small black card, with the word "Wu" engraved on the front, the word "medical" on the back, and there was a number there, which was actually "4". God, that's too unlucky, isn't it?

"This is your token, but if you put this thing in the army or the public security bureau, people will not recognize you, and you can only command the special service team." The old man said.

"Can the Secret Service command the army and the police?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Yes." The old man said.

Mo Zhitao felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, sister, then he is now the leader of the special service team, he will be very good in the future.

When the old man saw Mo Zhitao's happy look, he couldn't help but glance at Mo Zhitao and said, "Don't be so proud, what you ask the special service team to do, the special service team will report to the Wumeng afterwards." If you use the power in your hands to do something unreasonable, we will not spare you. ”

"Please rest assured seniors, I, Mo Zhitao, never do things that bully people first. But others are bullying me, and I can't let them go. Mo Zhitao said with a straight face.

"We know your character, and that's what you've been doing these days." The old man said. "But you did a very good job saving Pei Rongding. Healers, as you say, should put morality first. ”

In order to save Pei Rongding, Mo Zhitao didn't care that he still had to participate in the medical king competition, and he was not afraid that he might lose the medical king, such a good character.

The Wumeng also has a rule that not everyone can enter the medical department. The Medical Department of the Wumeng is a very special institution, which is responsible for the health care of the masters of the Wumeng. If the doctors in the medical department are not politically conscious and do something to the masters of the Martial Alliance, then there will be a big problem.

Therefore, when these ten contestants just registered, the organizing committee began to check the information of these ten people. The five major medical sects are the most trustworthy, and Fu Dong's information can't find any problems.