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The generals gathered in the audience, and Wang Bukong's carefree eyes became more and more intense.

Worry-free looked up and down at the bald monk under the stage with a pair of big eyes, Wang Bukong is the core master of Cangyun, the leader of the broken camp, mainly responsible for infiltrating the enemy camp to destroy, nicknamed "Buddha in red"

Without waiting for Qu Shuai to speak, Yan Yimei frowned slightly and pointed at Wang Bukong and said: "Commander Wang, you see that all bald heads are related to the Buddha."

Wang Bukong clasped his hands together and said: Amitabha, Yan Commander is wrong with this.

"Does Commander Wang think that my Cangyun Technique is not good?" Qu Shuai teased the ring in his hand and said.

"Amitabha, non-yes, non-yes." Wang Bukong looked at Qu Shuai in front of him.

In the crowd, Chu Sanpang looked at Qu Shuai anxiously, Chu Sanpang belonged to the broken camp, and naturally agreed with Wang Bukong.

"Cangyun boys should naturally practice iron and bone clothes and divide mountain strength to protect their families and defend the country" An indifferent voice came.

Wang Bukong looked at the man in front of him and shook his head slightly: Song Twelve, what you said is not right, Cangyun has taken office since Qu Shuai, and it is no longer under the control of the Star Picking Empire.

A strong man walked out of the crowd, glanced at Qu Shuai on the stage, and said expressionlessly: Even so, Yan Wuwu should also practice Cangyun Gongfa,

"Amitabha, it's better to be like this, let's each put one thing in front of worry-free, and practice whichever one we choose, Song Twelve, what do you think?" Wang Bukong looked at the strong man in front of him and said.

The generals looked at Wang Bukong and Song Twelve with great interest, and the friction between these two commanders was no longer strange.

Chu Sanfat smashed the thin man next to him with his elbow, and said in a low voice: Our Buddha has money, and when the time comes, let's go and beg the Buddha to let Wuwu follow us.

"That's not necessary, who doesn't know that we have money in the camp, you just look at it!" The thin man chimed in.

The other battalion sergeants looked at Chu Sanfat and the two, and they also gritted their teeth and didn't dare to refute, this Nima family is indeed rich.

Qu Shuai looked at the people who were talking below and clapped his palms, and the discussion in the crowd immediately stopped.

Song Twelve frowned when he listened to the discussion below, this is usually a march and battle, and my vanguard battalion has not yet been up, and a group of soldiers and ruffians in the camp have destroyed the enemy, and the money has been tight recently.

Qu Shuai couldn't help but laugh when he looked at this scene, since Wang Bukong commanded the camp, Mo Yan said that the pioneer camp has not yet been put up, and if the women's guard battalion and the Feiyu battalion were not relying on military salaries, I am afraid that they would have been unable to open the pot long ago.

Cangyun has always been the most important sergeant's life, the broken camp is the first to infiltrate the enemy camp to destroy, and then the pioneer battalion will give a fatal blow, the flying feather battalion is responsible for picking up the leaks and killing the fleeing enemy, and the female guard battalion helps protect the flying feather battalion, and there are almost no serious injuries in a battle.

Looking at the people under the stage, Wang Bukong seemed to be very satisfied, and the corners of his mouth twitched: Could it be that Commander Song didn't dare?

"Why don't you dare, more money doesn't mean that children also like money." Song Twelve sneered.

"In that case, the poor monk will come first."

After speaking, Wang Bukong took out an object from his arms.

"Oh my God!"

Everyone looked at Wang Bukong and gasped, and Chu San's fat round face was almost squeezed together: The Buddha is really amazing!

The fingers that Qu Shuai had been beating on the stage were also slightly sluggish, and he looked down at the carefree in his arms: Little guy, that's a treasure.

Worry-free looked at Wang Bukong, a pair of big eyes did not blink, babbling and screaming.

"The Buddha is angry with the Golden Lotus, the Buddha is really generous."

The thin man looked greedily at Wang Bukongdao.

Chu Sanpang pinched the thin man's thigh meat with his right hand, glared at the thin man angrily and said: Children's things, do you look at a hammer?

"Shhh

"The Buddha is so elegant, and he will also join in the fun."

Following the sound, the Flying Feather Battalion took out an object and walked to the point platform.

"Shen Tuyuan, could it be that the Flying Feather Battalion is also short of people, I heard that the Flying Feather Battalion has the largest number of people in Cangyun."

Yan Yimei looked at Shen Tu from afar, took out a dead sapling from the ring, planted it in the shallow pit under the stage, and gently pushed a handful of soil.

"It seems that the children's health camp also wants to participate, but with a dead sapling, how can it be compared with the Buddha!"

"That's it, this Buddha Angry Golden Lotus didn't know how many monks there were at the beginning, and he wanted to exchange with the Buddha every day!"

The sergeants were talking, apparently mocking the women's guards' comic behavior.

Listening to the sarcastic words in her ear, Yan Yimei didn't care, and looked at the dead sapling with an expressionless face.

The dead sapling suddenly erupted into a brilliant and dazzling streamer, and an extremely powerful breath of life rushed to the face.

The dead saplings are full of color, and the fairy spirit lingers.

Everyone was bathed in this fairy aura, and suddenly felt as if they were in a fairyland, indescribably comfortable.

The gaze that was originally worry-free at Wang Bukong had already shifted to this originally inconspicuous sapling.

It looked like an ordinary sapling, but now it was like a king, looking down on everyone.

The thin man's eyes stared at the little sapling tightly, his face was full of shock, and he exclaimed: "Ancient Divine Tree!"

Hearing the four words of the Ancient Divine Tree, everyone who was mocking just now was shocked, my God!

At this moment, Yan Yimei said slowly: This is the seedling of the Divine Tree in the next life, the spiritual power has passed through the Divine Tree, and the cultivation speed can be one level faster, and it is rumored to be the ladder of the road to becoming an immortal.

A few simple sentences of description made Wang Bukong's face sink, he didn't expect the female guard battalion to be so big.

Qu Shuai gently put the little worry-free in his arms on the ground: "Whichever one you like, go and pick it." ”

Carefree's big eyes glanced at a few commanders, Chu Sanpang lowered his head, although he really wanted Carefree to choose the Buddha Fury Golden Lotus, but that Ancient Divine Tree was obviously better.

Descending the stairs, stumbling but not slowing down a bit.

Yan Yi's pretty face was full of confidence at this time.

"Wait."

A cold voice came, and everyone looked at Song Twelve, who had not moved, and was almost forgotten by everyone.

"Amitabha, Song Senxue, you don't have a better baby."

Wang Bukong didn't look at Song Twelve, and said to himself.

"Hmph, come on, take the Blood Knife and the Cloud City Shield!"

Song Senxue snorted coldly and commanded.

Qu Shuai's originally beating fingers stopped, looked at the people under the stage, and said coldly: Commander Song, this is what the pioneer battalion exchanged for his life.

"What Qu Shuai said, I naturally know that Xue Shuai gave his natal magic weapon to the pioneer camp back then, and he will definitely not disappoint Xue Shuai."

Song Senxue knelt on one knee with a serious expression.

The people of the pioneer battalion, who originally looked gloomy, are also arrogant at this moment: Who dares to say that our pioneer battalion is not good!

"Well, it's good to understand."

Qu Shuai looked at the magic weapon carried by the eight sergeants of the pioneer camp in the distance: I'm afraid I won't be able to pick it up without worry.

Cangyun Dragon City is cold all year round, and the eight sergeants are still sweating profusely, their muscles are tense, and the ground is hard, stepping on one footprint.

Song Senxue also frowned slightly, and said in her heart: It's too much, this worry-free can't be taken at all.

"Amitabha, the Song Commander recruits talents, this is a good intention, but a doll that is more than a year old, if you can't pick it up, you can laugh and be generous."

Wang Bukong looked at the sergeant who had come to him.

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