Lao Cui waited outside the freight yard with more than a dozen people, including Yi Cheng, the highest prefect of Linquan Station, and also a virtuous elder among the homeless people, who came to thank him for the thousands of stones of grain sent by the Black Wing Battalion.

The soldiers guarding the gate knew Lao Cui and asked them to wait in front of the door and report it first. Lao Cui looked at the orderly soldiers inside, and his heart was full of puzzlement, where did these people get so much food, not one stone and two stones, ten stones and twenty stones, but thousands of stones of food.

He tried to recall that when these warriors entered the city, they were almost all lightly armed, and except for a few tents, no one was seen carrying heavy objects.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come in." The soldiers who had gone to report soon returned.

Wang Lang and the others saw dozens of elders who could be their grandfathers, and they knelt down to salute them in unison, and they were a little confused.

"Everyone, please get up, this is a torment for us." Wang Lang, Liang Jun, and Wang Yuan hurried to help these old people.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, we can't repay it, so let us kneel for you on behalf of the people of the city." It was an old man with a beard and white eyebrows, the oldest of the group, who was ninety years old this year. In this year, he is considered a great longevity.

"Xia Guan is Gao Peng, the post of Linquan Station, thank you Gao Yi." A middle-aged man with a short appearance and a haggard face walked up to several people after the old people got up, and stretched to the ground.

"Excuse me, go in and talk." Liang Jun looked at Wang Lang, saw that he didn't move, and hurriedly helped the post man up and said.

Wang Lang was kneeling down by those old people, and he was a little touched, but he gave a mouthful of food in exchange for this sincere gratitude. Shaking his head, he wondered how he had become a killer before, and why he had become so sentimental now.

At lunchtime, the Yicheng and Lao Cui were left to have a light meal, and from the mouths of these two, they learned how bad the situation was now. Not only are there corpse clans and blood clans in the underworld causing trouble, but several famous fierce clans in the wasteland world have also taken action, and at this moment, the Xuanhuang Realm is like a hodgepodge, and no one's spoon wants to reach in.

After sending a few people away, Wang Lang sat on his chair and fell into deep thought, he realized that something was wrong, compared to the higher worlds like the Desolate Realm and the Underworld, the Xuanhuang Realm was just a barren land, and it was impossible to grow strong crops. So why did these forces put their hands in one after another, is it because they are afraid of the rise of the human race, and want to exterminate in advance, why didn't they do it before.

He felt an unprecedented crisis, no, he must improve his strength quickly, thinking of this, he walked out of the room.

greeted Liang Jun and asked the brothers to hurry up and cultivate, and not to do anything else. After that, as soon as the glorious battle flag was opened, he entered the cultivation of the God of War Technique. Time passed very quickly in his hard cultivation, and three days later, many warriors broke through the barriers of cultivation and stepped to a new level.

Liang Jun, who had always felt that the ninth layer was out of reach, actually touched the threshold of the ninth layer, and he firmly believed that it would not be long before he crossed the ninth level. And Wang Yuan directly stepped into the eighth level, and he felt that his strength had improved rapidly, and he looked at Wang Lang's cultivation ground incredulously.

Chen Ruping has recovered her strength at this moment, without the previous dying state, looking at her daughter who is jumping in front of her, she is full of gratitude to this army, it is they who saved her mother and daughter. With this grateful heart, she did what she could in the battalion, washing and cooking for the soldiers, boiling water and washing vegetables.

She often stared at Wang Lang's cultivation place, the man who pulled her back from death when she was most desperate, and it was also the food he gave to the people of the city.

Half a month has passed in a hurry, but during this time, the Black Wing Battalion has changed a lot, and countless soldiers have found that they have broken through the shackles of the past and greatly improved their strength. When it was time to finish the repair, looking at the radiant Black Wing Battalion, Wang Yuan and Liang Jun felt a lot of emotion in their hearts for a while, and Wang Lang surprised them from the moment they appeared in front of them.

"Liang Jun, what kind of magic power did you say this Wang Lang used to make the more than 600 people in the battalion break through the strength of the first weight." Wang Yuan looked not far away, Wang Lang's cultivation place and said.

"All I can say is that he's an amazing man." Liang Jun said with a smile.

"Hopefully he can continue to be magical, then our road will be much easier."

The two waited for a long time, but they didn't see Wang Lang appear, so they could only let the soldiers in the camp continue to cultivate, which was a good thing for the soldiers of the Black Wing Battalion.

Two days later, Wang Lang walked out, and during this period of time, he did not want to cultivate the God of War Technique, but devoted himself to the cultivation of Mixed Yuan Gong. In one fell swoop, he broke through the Mixed Yuan Gong, and at this moment his true qi was extremely abundant, even if he didn't have to go berserk, that massive amount of true qi could support a big battle.

"Wang Lang, welcome to the customs." Liang Jun walked to his side with a laugh and said, "How about it, is it a great improvement in strength, and you want to find a hero in the world to fight it out." ”

"A little bit of a gain." He was in a good mood at the moment, "How are the brothers in the camp?" ”

"I think you're more familiar than we are, and you still need to ask us?" Liang Jun punched him in the shoulder and said with a smile.

When Chen Ruping saw Wang Lang appear, she hurriedly pulled her little daughter to walk quickly in front of him, fluttered, knelt in front of him, and kowtowed.

Picked up this hard-working woman casually, smiled and said, "No need to do this, take good care of your daughter, we are leaving, see you in the future." ”

"We're on our way, brothers, are you ready?" Wang Lang turned around and walked to the front of the Black Wing Battalion Brigade and said loudly.

"Ready." Hundreds of people shouted together, and the sound shook the sky.

Before leaving, Wang Lang asked Wang Yuan to find the old Cui who was guarding the door, and left them some gifts, things were not worth much, millions of gold coins, five thousand tons of rice.

Lao Cui looked at the originally empty freight yard, neatly arranged with rows of rice, and couldn't help it, so he wanted to cry. In the most difficult time of Linquanyi, there were gods who sent life-saving food.

After leaving the city, a group of knights rushed towards Xianyang non-stop, and the sky was still drizzling at this time.

Xianyang is a city with a large population, and at this moment, the whole process of people is trembling, three days ago, a group of monsters with human heads and eagle bodies killed Xianyang Ling. Subsequently, a selective massacre began against this city of no less than 70,000 people, starting with those who had a foundation in cultivation.

Half a day later, those people who were at the top of the body refining or peak were all screened out and killed. Next, he began to kill the people who were at the middle level of the refining body, and a day later, those men who were at the lower level of the refining body also began to be killed. It's not that no one resists, but it's a pity that the warriors of the Body Refining Realm are like babies in front of strong men in front of these monsters, and they have no power to resist.