"By the way, what is this sergeant level you are talking about?" Mo Xiaobei rubbed the big bag on his forehead, it hurt a little, the most important thing was to affect his glorious image!

How does it look a bit like a unicorn is about to grow horns?

The Boss of the Divine Society also sat down, half of his life was almost gone, so he took this opportunity to take a good breath.

"Sergeant level is what our people call a realm!" he glanced at Mo Xiaobei with a strange expression.

The significance of the non-commissioned representative is extraordinary!

It stands to reason that even if the aura has begun to recover, the scale has not yet reached that point, and the degree of recovery can only be regarded as a small fight, and it is not a matter of time to break through to the sergeant level!

But Mo Xiaobei obviously has the strength of a sergeant, even stronger than an ordinary sergeant!

"How did you do that?"

"What how?"

"It's your formidable strength! I've never seen a defense that can reach your level!Unless—"

"Unless what?"

"Unless it's the self-styled old guys!"

"What do you mean?" Mo Xiaobei was puzzled.

The Boss of the Divine Society took a deep breath and looked at him gloomily, "If you were just an ordinary person, I wouldn't explain this to you! But you're not! Not only are you not ordinary, you're even better than most people I know!

He lowered his voice and said, "You know the military department!"

"I know! The guard force of Huaguo, as long as it is a Chinese, will know!"

"Then do you know that there is a training camp in the military department-Hongmeng?"

Mo Xiaobei shook his head.

He knows about the Hongmeng system, is there such a thing in the training camp?

"Hehe, it seems that you really are not a person with a background!" The boss of the Divine Society paid careful attention to Mo Xiaobei's expression, and he didn't see what he wanted, and he couldn't help but sigh for a while.

Without a background, how can you practice this good kung fu?

"Hongmeng, independent of the Ministry of War, specializes in training individual strong soldiers for the Ministry of War! Many of these soldiers will join the middle level of the Ministry of War after graduation!"

"And this training camp has a history - five thousand years!"

"How is it possible!" Mo Xiaobei couldn't believe it!

5,000 years? Just kidding! At that time, Chinese civilization had just entered a hazy period!

"I can't believe it! Actually, if it is said to be 5,000 years, it may be underestimated! It may be even longer, so far as we can't imagine it! It's just that this kind of speculation has not been corroborated by any evidence, so it cannot become a real historical fact!"

"Hongmeng has always kept a low profile! In the period when the aura has not been revived, they are a special department, constantly sending talents to the country! They will send whatever kind of talents the country needs! They need soldiers who can fight, and those who train strong soldiers! If they need literati who know strategy, they will teach literati who understand Wentao!"

"It is said that many of our old men in the Divine Society were born in training camps!" said the Divine Society Boss scoffed.

Mo Xiaobei raised his eyebrows, feeling that what he said was like a legendary story.

But there's not much storytelling!

"Then how did you get the sergeant rank you said?"

The emergence of all things can actually be traced back to the roots!

It's like a parent naming their child Han Ergou, it's all for a reason!

For example, it is easy to survive if you are famous!

This is especially true of some recognized names.

"The rank of a scholar is a realm, and the origin of this realm is because of those things!" the god would look into the collapsed room.

He rested for a while, and felt that his vision was much better, and he could see a tall figure lying quietly on the ground in the shadows inside.

“BOSS？”

The boss of the Shenhui didn't seem to expect Mo Xiaobei to call it that, he was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Yes! But this is not a boss!"

"Isn't it?"

The Boss of the Divine Society was silent for a moment, "Judging from the current information—no!"

Mo Xiaobei suddenly felt a little toothache!

It's not a boss if it's so powerful! How strong does a real boss have to be!

"I don't know much about the Hongmeng training camp! However, in our Divine Society, we have written about this metal creature - of course, many call it a god, and have written about it! It seems that they have appeared in the world for a long time! But then they disappeared again for some reason! It didn't come again until today!"

"The title of the sergeant is from Hongmeng! They believe that there is a strict hierarchy among metal creatures! The worst is the sergeant, and then the lieutenant rank! The sergeant, as the name suggests, is the lowest soldier in the population! Only the lieutenant rank can be regarded as an official! It is a powerful person!"

"In other words, the lieutenant level is the big boss?" Mo Xiaobei felt a little depressed.

The Boss of the Divine Society was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't know! According to the data, the lieutenant rank is the strongest! But—who can know this? Maybe there is a stronger one on it?"

Looking up at the huge metal fortress in the sky, "Look—it's as deep as a huge hell, who knows how many ghosts there are, and how many bull-headed horses, and how many Yama kings are in it?"

The atmosphere was suddenly so heavy.

Mo Xiaobei stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and felt that his nostrils were a little blocked!

He snorted twice, and two blood clots erupted from his nostrils.

"Whatever he is, the ghost of Hades! The sky is falling, and there is a tall one on top of it! Just a little person like us is waving the flag next to him!"

The big guy of the Shenhui felt a little tingling in his heart, and said angrily: "You are also tall now!"

Mo Xiaobei stepped forward, helped him up, and then compared his hands on the top of the two heads!

"Look! I'm only as tall as the bridge of your nose!

The boss of the God Society was speechless for a moment!

Did I say height?

We're not on the same path anyway!

"By the way, I think you look okay, why do you want to join the Divine Society?" Mo Xiaobei suddenly asked.

"Haven't you heard a saying, good people don't live long, bad people live for a thousand years!" said the Boss of the Divine Society.

"Live for a thousand years, that's the eighth king!"

The Divine Fellowship Boss raised an eyebrow. If I can't beat you, I don't mind letting you know why the flowers are so red!

Mo Xiaobei snorted and muttered: "Do you want to live for a thousand years when you are a bad guy?" Hmph, when you escape, let's Boss Mo let you know that not all bad guys can live long!"

"What are you muttering?"

"Nothing! means the weather is nice!"

Believe in you to have a ghost!

It's still drizzling outside!

Mo Xiaobei walked into the room, bent down, and picked up the combat knife that the metal creature had dropped to the ground.

It's an elite monster!

In addition to the experience of the big wave, the equipment was also dropped!

It's just that this sword is a little long!

Stand up on the ground, and the sword can reach your shoulder!

The blade is wide, too!

But it looks very sharp!

He grabbed the hilt of the knife and slashed a few times, and his eyes suddenly brightened!

Good knives!

With a flying step under his feet, he stepped several meters away, and the war knife was waved, and it was an amazing momentum!

More powerful than metal creatures!

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