"Senior Fu, this is trying to kill us!"

Luo Sheng wailed and ran for his life.

Their team of 100 people, after entering the simulated battlefield, was still discussing, and was killed by a group of demon beasts and dispersed.

Luo Sheng is the strongest in the team, a martial artist who has broken through the bones for the second time, so he personally left the broken queen.

As a result, after the consumption of qi and blood was too large, he was chased by several first-grade demon beasts and screamed, and couldn't help but greet Fu Changding frantically.

Regarding the reform of the Battle of the Sorting House, the Martial Arts Society directly told them that it was forcibly arranged by Fu Changding against public opinion.

So everyone's greeting in their hearts is Fu Changding.

.......

On the other end, Tang Wen was also bitter, besieged by three first-grade cult warriors, and was in a hurry.

The other party is a martial artist, but she is similar, and she has only learned one combat technique, and she has no combat experience at all.

Seeing that the rest of the team was panicked, crying and begging for mercy, she was also angry, "It's my father who offended you, why should you retaliate against me?" ”

Of the team members she arranged, 99 were non-martial artists, and there were few who quenched bones once and twice.

It's too weak!

It's all drag oil bottles!

The attack is still a cult village with five martial artists and twenty non-martial artists, this shady curtain is so black that it is going to flow oil, okay?

........

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Negative energy value: 7,210,060,000

Qi and blood value: 60996099 calories

Mental power: 899899 He

Dream Battlefield: 10,000 negative energy times

Storage space: 30 cubic meters

Origin Clone: 100,000 negative energy minutes (for each additional clone, the cost is multiplied by 10 times)

System Store: [Open View]

Quenching: 177 pieces (100%), 29 pieces (90%)

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"This class of freshmen is not very good, the quality is too low, 5,000 people, only contribute 3 million negative energy per minute?

You can't get past the 10 billion mark, right..."

Fu Changding had a headache, he didn't want to miss the battle in the Kyoto Caves.

Whether it's developing corpse golems, seizing resources, or harvesting negative energy, a big war is the best way to do it.

What's more, he has now become the backbone of the Grandmaster.

Behind closed doors, the mentality is different after all.

Just like those peerless descendants of Zhenxing City, the tactics they used were the best, the weapons were the best, and the resources were the best, but they were still defeated by Fang Ping's people over the ranks.

Even if Fu Changding has a dream battlefield, this is the case.

Faceling, among martial artists of the same level, can only be regarded as mediocre at best.

The Faceling, who was at the peak of the six grades and the unity of essence and blood, couldn't put too much pressure on him.

The Faceling in the early stage of the seventh rank can easily crush him, making it difficult for him to get enough sharpening.

"Ten billion, it seems that we have to wait for a breakthrough on the battlefield..."

Fu Changding didn't feel that he relied too much on the system, this thing should be easy to use before it was broken.

The Emperor of the Tao is estimated to be of little use.

When the time comes, what he has to think about is not how to update the system, but how to get rid of the control of the system.

In a hurry, Fu Changding could only continue to train in the dream battlefield.

has the experience of Fang Ping in the original book, and it is not difficult for him to break through the six products.

Cut out tens of thousands of knives and forcibly pull out the door of Sanjiao.

The dream battlefield may be a little less tasteful, but it will be almost the same if he slashes hundreds of thousands of knives.

........

On September 5th, the exchange team assembled at the Budosha Society.

"Don't touch it, it's borrowed from you!"

Fu Changding kicked Qin Fengqing.

There were more than fifty A-class weapons he brought back from Demon Kui City, and after they were melted down during this time, he rebuilt the weapons that the members of the exchange team combined.

Ten people, each with an A-class weapon.

Fu Changding even had a seven-grade divine soldier long knife, hanging on his waist, and every time Lao Li saw it, he had to stare at it for a long time.

"It's borrowed to be touched, if it's given, the days will be long, what to touch at this time."

Qin Fengqing muttered a few words, he was very reluctant to give up the treasure knife in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly, "It's only 10,000 credits, but I actually borrowed it, and I just gave it to us." ”

Fu Changding turned his head expressionlessly.

Qin Fengqing shrunk her neck.

A few days ago, he broke through to the peak of the fourth grade, thinking that Fu Changding was still in the early stage of the fifth grade.

And then it floated.

Just like when he was in the middle of the third grade, he dared to shout to challenge Zhang Yu in the early stage of the fourth grade, and ran to Fu Changding to sway, constantly making provocative remarks.

Then, he knew how many tactics there were in the Demon Martial Arts Arsenal...

Boxing, palming, legs, footwork, knives, guns, swords, halberds, sticks, axes, hooks and forks...

He even experienced it in person with Wu Hook of the Chen family, and that feeling, not to mention how sour it was.

When he left the martial arts club, he bumped into Tutor Luo Yichuan, and was almost dragged to the Tactical Guidance Academy as a textbook.

After all, none of the injuries he was covered with were caused by repeated tactics, and it was simply a top-level teaching material for walking, and he couldn't find such a complete one in the three departments and four prefectures.

"Don't look at me, can't you say it?"

Qin Fengqing was a little stunned when he saw Fu Changding's eyes, and he always felt that every corner of his body might usher in a tactic in the next moment.

"Poof..."

Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing, "I was so arrogant before, but now I know how generous I am as the former president, right?" ”

"Cut, that's because you can't beat me!"

Qin Fengqing raised her nostrils again, Zhang Yu is now also at the peak of the fourth grade, and he is afraid of households?

"Let's go!"

Fu Changding patted Zhang Yu on the shoulder.

Although Zhang Yu is open-minded and doesn't mind being called the former president, Fu Changding feels embarrassed.

How to say it...

There are some things that when you are not embarrassed, others are embarrassed.

Fu Changding ousted Zhang Yu from power, and now he still lets Zhang Yu be a cow and a horse, but Zhang Yu still has no complaints, no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that he is very excessive.

Out of the Martial Arts Club, this time it was Huang Jing who led the team, and only one of the six-grade tutors went to Li Changsheng, but there were more than ten fifth-grade tutors.

The school leaders also felt that this time it was a formality, and they didn't plan to go to too many people.

It is enough to have a strong grandmaster, and it is enough to escort the students back safely.

Fu Changding is also wealthy, and he directly charters a plane to pick him up.

Exchange teams, cheerleaders, family members, mentors, etc., adding up to nearly 200 people, all flew over.

"Tsk, if the cult warriors dare to hijack the plane and take us to the pot, then the demon martial arts will be half useless."

Fang Ping glanced at it, and there were more than seventy people from the Martial Arts Society, all of whom were above the third grade.

The essence of the Demon Martial Arts students is here.

On the mentor's side, don't look at the dozen or so five-grade mentors, but Hope City has fought many times in the past two years, and the total number of five-grade mentors who died in battle is this number.

"Where did the cult warriors get the courage, they have all become rare animals."

Qin Fengqing shook his head nonchalantly, after Fu Changding increased the task reward of capturing the cult warriors alive, several cults slowly withdrew from Huaguo.

It was not easy for Qin Fengqing to earn some credits, and he was very unhappy with the cult martial artists.

Now the Demon Martial Arts Society has slowly taken over the foreign business.

Fu Changding's eyes moved when he heard this, Nanjiang seemed to have two six-grade cult martial artists.

One is the Nanjiang management of the two major companies, and the other does not remember.

But both of them are six-rank martial artists, and it is not difficult to do something after all.

"I still have to dispose of it when I find a chance, and it's good to add two six-grade corpse puppets."

Fu Changding didn't think too much about it, and beckoned everyone to get on the plane.

But not long after the charter plane flew out of the demon, Huang Jing's face changed, and then Fu Changding also twitched the corners of his mouth, and turned his head to look at Fang Ping, "You crow's mouth will be less effective in the future!" ”

The breath of the three-way seven-rank martial artist and the five-way six-rank martial artist is rapidly approaching.

This is especially at an altitude of thousands of meters, and you can know that the comer is not good with your toes!

"Fu Changding, you protect the plane!"

Huang Jing smashed the window of the plane and flew out, and at the same time laid a spiritual barrier on the window, which could still be supported for a few minutes.

Lao Li Tou flashed to the window, touched the long sword on his waist, and raised his voice, "Everyone is calm, no orders, no permission to leave their respective positions!" ”

Then he said to Fu Changding, "Sixth-rank martial artists can't be thousands of meters high in the sky, and those sixth-rank martial artists must have been brought up by the other party's seventh-rank martial artists."

You seize the opportunity, shoot them down, and they are no threat.

Then, find the right time to release the eight-rank corpse puppet.

Lao Huang can't contain the three seven products, we must solve one person first! ”

The existence of the eight-grade corpse puppet is a secret, and not many people know about it.

The high-level of Mowu, the high-level of Hope City, Zhang Tao and Fang Ping, these people are all trustworthy.

Obviously, this news has not been leaked, otherwise the cult would not only have three seventh-grade martial artists, but there should also be an eight-rank finale.

However, this time the high-altitude attack, the cult warriors who came obviously did not plan to go back alive.

Their aura is exposed, and from a distance of a hundred miles, the Nine Rank Great Masters can remember them.

Therefore, unless you can quickly escape from the sea after the battle, you will definitely die.

"Don't worry, don't underestimate the role of a divine weapon in the hands of the grandmaster!"

Fu Changding is very calm, Lao Huang has a magic soldier, in the face of two of the same product, it is not difficult to kill one person without hesitating to be injured.

It may not be impossible to contain the three of them.

As for the five sixth-rank martial artists, three high-level and two peaks, it is not a small challenge for Fu Changding.

"Open the hatch!"

Fu Changding stood up with his knife, and Fang Ping and them, whether they were students or tutors, could only look at them with solemn faces.

A five-rank martial artist, if he wants to control the sky at an altitude of thousands of meters, he can support it for a minute or two at most.

When the qi and blood are exhausted, you can die a heroic death if you fall.

Fang Ping could support it, but he was only at the peak of the fourth grade.

was chased and killed by the six-rank martial artists, but it was a race.

But if you want to block the six-rank martial artist and prevent the other party from getting close to the plane, this is another situation.

As soon as the cabin opened, the wind poured in, and everyone watched Fu Changding jump out.

At this time, they could only pray, praying that Huang Jing and Fu Changding could repel the enemy.

If the plane was destroyed, so many people were present, and one-fifth of them would have survived, it would have been burning incense.

Fu Changding jumped out of the hatch and fell sharply, and only when he fell under the plane did he suddenly step into the air and go straight to the enemy.

The five sixth-rank martial artists were shocked by Huang Jing's on-the-go spiritual power offensive and almost fell, only barely stabilizing their bodies at this time.

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PS: Super thank you for the reward from the guest officer [~~Xiaobai~~, local tyrant Jin Ti Harvest Day]!