Meng Fusheng stood beside Zi Pupil, feeling the oncoming night wind, looking down at the lights in the sky below him, and there was also an unconcealable curiosity on his face.

"Zijiajun, when did you form such a team?"

In the Purple Clan, except for the family law enforcement team, there has never been a formal armed army, and Zitong now suddenly has a Purple Family Army, and Meng Fusheng is naturally curious.

"It started when the Purple Disciple went to order the fine armor from you!" Purple pupils smiled.

Meng Fusheng was stunned, from the time the purple disciple went to order fine armor from him to the present, it was only nine days, and in nine days, she formed an army?!

In a moment, the snack goods had already carried the two of them to the valley behind the Purple Family Medicine Valley.

Although Purple Pupil had been ordered to disband, after a simple dinner, each of her squads had begun to train on their own.

The purple pupil pulled the dream float and fell down on the mountainside, raising his chin towards the valley.

"Look, this is my Purple Family!"

Dream Fusheng looked at the teenagers who were training in the night at the bottom of the mountain, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Nine days to form an army of 5,000 people, or it is not impossible, under the heavy reward, there will be brave men, plus the prestige of the Zi family.

It's just that the young man in front of him, all of them have a resolute face, and they feel as if they have been baptized by real war, and they look completely like a real army, and even more well-trained than the idle rabble army he has seen in the Orange Army.

"Summons, all assemble!"

The purple pupil opened his mouth lightly, and the purple disciple who fell behind the two of them immediately took out a short iron flute from his sleeve and blew it.

After the rapid and rhythmic flute sound spread, the Zijia army that was training in the valley immediately took action and quickly lined up to assemble.

Among them, there are hardly any other noisy sounds.

No one talked, no one looked around, no one was overwhelmed...... Everyone quickly stood up and lined up.

Purple Pupil walked slowly to the valley with Dream Fusheng, staring at the people in front of him.

"Let me introduce to you, standing next to me is the young master of the Dream Family, I don't think you will be too unfamiliar with this name!" Purple Pupil paused slightly, "Today, Young Master Dream is here to send armor to you!" ”

The name Mengfusheng has already become famous everywhere after the previous battle of the Royal Summit, and these young people in Ziyao City have naturally heard of this name, and when they heard that their armor was actually from the Mengjia, a refining family in the Beizhou Continent, they were all excited.

The purple pupil raised his hand, and the silver light flashed, and the wooden box containing the armor in the star bracelet immediately appeared on the grass, piled up like a hill.

The young people looked at the wooden boxes, and their eyes lit up, but no one acted on their own.

"Now, come and get your armor!"

Until, Zitong gave the order, several squadron leaders rushed forward, and then each team lined up in order to get their armor.

After putting on their respective clothes and armor, the young people still lined up as they were, but the excitement couldn't be suppressed, and they stood in place one by one, constantly looking at themselves and their companions, and many of them drew their swords out of their sheaths and admired the bright blades.

Purple Pupil looked at their appearance, but smiled lightly.

"How did you do that?!" Meng Fusheng asked curiously.