The commander of the military army seeks benevolence and benevolence......

Died in a fit of rage......

Lu Ze's understatement didn't feel like anything in the ears of others, but when it fell on the ears of Zhuo Ming and others, it was like thunder.

"Commander Wu is dead?"

"How is this possible!"

A few soft sounds sounded beside Zhuo Ming.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, the Martial Commander is an 8-star Wasteland Warrior, but he can tear apart the giant beasts of the same realm, and the people who can kill the Martial Commander in the entire Shangnan City have not yet been born! How can it be the turn of this kid in front of him to be presumptuous. ”

Zhuo Ming's voice was cold.

A few people beside him glanced at each other, nodded secretly, and no longer paid attention to Lu Ze.

"Wasteland Battle Array!"

At the sound of an order, the other five dispersed.

Zhuo Ming stepped out in one step, his eyes were stacked with three layers of blood, and he looked at Lu Ze indifferently with a terrifying luster.

Lieutenant Colonel Shao Cheng and Lieutenant Colonel Huang Jie finally got a breather at this moment, and looked at the wasteland warriors lined up in a row with solemn eyes.

As soon as the enemy's offensive slowed down, the entire 9th Squadron finally got a respite. However, when they noticed the surroundings, all the soldiers involved in the battle were terrified.

The formation was forced back by a full fifty meters!

The data link shows that there are 21 comrades who have lost their vital signs......

The collapsed construct pilot did not respond at all, as if the belly of the construct mecha had been pierced by the fangs of the giant beast, and blood gushed out.

The scorched earth all around, with a sense of decadence.

All of this was caused by the six pale-skinned warriors in rudimentary protective gear in front of them.

But in any case, their commander is still standing in front of them, so they have no reason to retreat.

Sniper, Gene Warrior, Construct Pilot......

Everyone was quietly gasping.

The blade and muzzle of the gun are all pointed forward.

It's a team that fights a lot.

……

"Knife please."

Zhuo Ming gave another order, and the five people on his side reached behind him with their backhands at the same time.

The rusty blade was drawn, and the handle surrounded by white bones was pitted but a cold blade was revealed.

The six of them took a step forward at the same time.

There was a low sound under his feet, like an elephant stepping.

There was a moment of trance in the eyes of the two lieutenant colonels, Shao Cheng and Huang Jie.

From beginning to end, the two of them faced only two wasteland warriors, and the six of them did not draw their swords from beginning to end.

"I don't know who you are."

"Maybe you don't know who I am."

The battle knife with a length of nearly 1.5 meters was erected in front of him, and Zhuo Ming gently stroked the back of the knife with his left hand and gently pulled it upward.

Airplanes~

The blade trembled slightly, clouds of dust poured out, and the mist around the body shook open.

"But you may have forgotten that this is a misty wasteland."

"And our name is the Wasteland Warrior."

At this moment, a shocking scene appeared, the mist within five meters of Zhuo Ming's six people seemed to come to life, twisting, tumbling, and then turning into a silk cloud and meandering to the whole body of the six people.

In Zhuo Ming's pupils, the third blood ring slowly spread outward, and another red dot appeared in the deepest part, like red ink dripping in water, making people have no doubt that it would gently expand into a ring in the next second.

The sound of bamboo shoots jointing sounded softly in the mist.

Under the hundreds of shocking eyes of the Ninth Squadron, the bodies of these six people increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, muscles appeared, and the peristaltic fusion further expanded.

In the blink of an eye, the height of the six people exceeded two meters, and their body circumference increased more than twice as much as before.

At this moment, it was the real six giants, their skin was as pale as white bones, and even hardened out a convex armor that did not belong to the human body.

"To you is like a fog of poison, but to us it is an endless source of power."

"It's the difference in the nature of life."

The six of them walked forward in unison, and the fog behind them boiled and rolled, like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, and the momentum was amazing.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"In our database...... There is no mention of these ...... at all"

Shao Cheng and Huang Jie subconsciously looked at each other, their eyes full of horror.

Lu Ze calmly watched the six figures take another step, like a city wall across the river, across his eyes.

"Is that all?"

Lu Ze spoke softly, but his words were like a shock.

What the?

What does it mean to be all?

In front of him, the pupils of the six Zhuo Ming people, who had lost their humanity, were filled with doubts for a moment.

Behind him, two lieutenant colonels, Shao Cheng and Huang Jie, raised their heads blankly.

[General Lu Ze, what are you talking about......]

There is no need to answer, Lu Ze has already given everyone a shocking answer with his actions.

The fingers in front of the eyes of the side are slightly straightened, and the fingertips are facing the sky for a moment......

It was as if all the sounds in the space had been swallowed up, and then everyone saw the ...... in all directions The magnificent scene of endless mist converging into Lu Ze's body......

Like a giant whale sucking water, the mist converges into a vast ocean, surging endlessly.

Lu Ze's sleeves and trousers were hunting under the constant fog.

In the invisible sea of consciousness, the red flame that was faintly like a cow's hair, seemed to be moistened by abundant fuel at this moment, and the red mangs shook lightly and bloomed in high spirits.

The eyes of the six Zhuo Ming appeared in a trance for a moment, and at this moment they seemed to see a huge phoenix phantom in Lu Ze's pupils.

Brilliant as the stars, dazzling as the sun.

"If that's all there is to it...... I think I would too. ”

Lu Ze looked straight ahead, and his right palm erected in front of him disappeared instantly, appearing on the side of his ear almost at the same moment.

With his right hand, he gently pinched a blade that appeared without warning.

At the end of the blade, there was Zhuo Ming, whose eyes were almost dripping with blood.

In his eyes, which had been indifferent from beginning to end, this moment finally flashed with fear like an ordinary person.

The moment Lu Ze's vision appeared, he easily shattered all their pride as wasteland warriors, and in order to suppress this uneasiness, Zhuo Ming took action.

However, this knife that broke through the limit of human visual capture was then crushed by Lu Ze's grasp!

Lu Ze slowly turned his head, looked at Zhuo Ming, and shook his right hand calmly.

Click!

Tiny fissures instantly floated above the blade that was enough to slice through steel.

Then......

Shattered.

Lu Ze took a step forward, put the four fingers of his right hand together and put a soothing folded wrist, like an eagle peck, and stabbed forward gently.

Behind him, hundreds of clouds meander and snake along.

Boom –

It's like a heavy truck with a speed of 100 kilometers per hour crashing straight into a concrete wall, and the terrifying white waves bloom in an instant.

Zhuo Ming's burly body seemed to be slammed by a stamping machine, his chest instantly collapsed by nearly half, and the whole person shot straight out like a cannonball.

However, Lu Ze's figure, which disappeared at the same time, was faster than him.

Among the five people, where Zhuo Ming was standing, an afterimage with a distorted outline appeared.

Layers of afterimages with countless white waves were stacked together, and the palm of one hand turned from virtual to real, which was a raised palm knife.

It seems that the guillotine on the assembly line, when Zhuo Ming flew here upside down in half a second, the palm knife fell gently without a trace of fireworks.

Rumble!

Zhuo Ming's body was strangely upside down at the waist, and at a sixty-degree angle, he was instantly smashed into the dirt with his head and body.

Lu Ze's right arm fell, looked sideways at the wasteland warrior who had just reacted, and said softly:

"There are people on Huangquan Road, everyone go well."

This moment.

Whether it is Shao Cheng, Huang Jie, or those iron-willed Yanhuang soldiers, they all saw the most shocking scene in their lives.

The figure was like a god.

……

……

Legendary Auction House, Tea Room on the second floor.

Lin Zhidao sat where Wu Duo had sat before, cold sweat on his forehead.

He looked at the silver long case in front of him in a trance, eleven eyes looked at each other, and Lin Zhidao raised his eyelids indifferently.

Outside the broken floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the sight, shouts like mountains and seas kept pouring in.

Lin Zhidao really wants to slap himself now.

But he held back.

He must not have any strange fetishes......

But looking at the seemingly friendly but coercive eyes in front of him, Lin Zhidao's cheek muscles couldn't help twitching.

On weekdays, not to mention him, even his son Lin Dongyao wants to see one of them.

Now, the eleven bigwigs of the underground black market are all looking at him Lin Daodao.

That's really......

Glory to the ancestors!

Lin Zhidao grinned stiffly.

"Ahem......"

He coughed, a prerequisite for what he knew to be an adult speaking.

So, he decided to learn and use it now.

Lin Dongyao's eyelids, who were standing like a puppet behind him, jumped uncontrollably, he couldn't stand anymore, his eyes were staring at his son's back.

This is his habit when he usually teaches his son, and now Lin Zhidao, a good boy, is actually learning from himself, how can he not be uncomfortable.

The four hibiscus gave a thumbs up at the same time in their silent hearts.

This little brother is a character.

"You've heard the advice you just made......"

"Mr. Kobayashi, we hear you. It's just that the details are discussed, and you need to participate in it, this is a big business, and naturally it can't be decided in a few words, so we need to have five minutes to discuss. ”

Lin Zhidao had just spoken, but he was caught off guard by the second position, and a figure with only a black outline opened his mouth to interrupt.

The voice of the figure was deep and undeniable.

"So, the negotiations will officially start in five minutes, what do you think?"

"Of course there is no opinion, after all, this kind of thing, Mr. Liu should ask Mr. Sikong for advice." The round-faced fat man smiled and spoke, as if he hadn't seen anything just now, and he still looked like a kind businessman.

"Yes." The temperamental young woman in the professional skirt spoke in a flat tone.

One of the participants expressed their opinions, and no matter what they said, they all expressed the same meaning.

That is to agree with the meaning of Mr. Liu in position 2.

So just two seconds later, eleven figures looked at Lin Zhidao at the same time.

"Five minutes later, the negotiations officially began."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zhidao spoke, and the light and shadow went out in turn.

At this moment, in different areas of Shangnan City, whether it was a manor, or a skyscraper, or an underground secret room, they all let out a sneer that represented the same meaning.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, he really treats himself as a character."

……

"In business, the underground black market is profitable, so let's give it up, I think we are willing, and those big people who are inextricably linked to the underground black market are also unwilling."

"Wu Duo has no opinion...... Scold...... This tone is really not to be underestimated. ”

……

"After all, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

"Come on, go and bring up the video of the battle that just went underground in the boxing market."

……

The blue area, Shangyang Manor, guarded by nearly 100 warriors, covers an area of more than 3,000 square meters, ordinary people can not connect close, only from a distance to look at this extremely luxurious building.

However, no one could have imagined that the Sikong family, the head of the three giants of the underground black market, the Sikong family of the Ten Directions Alliance, was the owner of this Shangyang Manor!

The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked towards the study and knocked lightly on the door, his rather dignified face full of respect.

"Enter." A voice rang out.

The man in the suit pushed the door in.

"Master, the meeting is temporarily adjourned, there are some things I can't make up my mind, and I have to report to you."

"Don't worry, how about you look at my words first?"

Next to the huge solid wood case, a middle-aged man in a Mao suit was concentrating on writing, and said without raising his head.

Beside the middle-aged man, there stood a young man with a handsome face, although his eyes flashed impatience, but his body stood honestly and did not dare to move.

This young man is the same as the one who appeared in the trading house before!

"Okay." Liu Kui replied softly, and stepped forward to watch.

After Sikong Ling saw Liu Kui coming, he nodded respectfully: "Mr. Liu." ”

Liu Kui responded with a friendly smile, his eyes swept over the wild handwriting, and after ten seconds, he said in admiration:

"The grass is continuous, the pen walks the dragon and the snake, unbridled and hearty, and the spirit is full."

"Master's writing is magnificent, which makes Liu Kui's heart relaxed."

With heartfelt admiration in his voice, Liu Kui's tone seemed to be difficult to fluctuate, but when he said it, it was extremely convincing.

"Hahaha, you Liu Kui, this sycophant is getting more and more ethereal."

The middle-aged man laughed and threw the brush into the pen holder next to him, and then looked up.

His eyes are blazing, and his dense black hair makes him look at most forty years old, but who can know that this middle-aged man is the contemporary head of the Sikong family - Sikong Boyuan!

"Tell me, what's going on."

Sikong Boyuan turned around and sat down, and Liu Kui naturally stepped forward to pour tea for him.

Hearing the head of the family asking, Liu Kui's voice was slow and he reported what he had just seen.

"Well, it's not much different from what I know."

After listening to Liu Kui's report, Sikong Boyuan smiled and muttered to himself.

"It's just that if the Lin family on Blackwater Street eats these two percent of the share, I'm afraid others won't be convinced."

Liu Kui nodded and said, "So I just mentioned it casually just now, and the other ten families seconded it at the same time." ”

"Hehe, young people will inevitably think things simply." Sikong Boyuan shook his head and smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the best broken silver Pu'er that had just been brewed.

When he heard this, Sikong Ling's face was angry, as if he had received some kind of recognition, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he looked up at Sikong Boyuan.

"This person is just an eight-star general, and he really thinks he is a character. He asked for a twenty percent share when he opened his mouth, who did he think he was! Just give it to him, can he afford it! ”

"It's just a clown who jumps off the beam, and he doesn't know what these shares represent."

"Father, you leave this matter to me, I have heard of Lin Zhidao's second waste ancestor before. Later, I will make a random excuse and expel him with a few others. ”

"No matter how powerful a person is, can he turn the whole Shangnan upside down?"

"What's more, how good he can be!"

Sikong Ling had a hearty smile on his face, and he was extremely happy when he said this.

Liu Kui bowed his head and said nothing.

Sikong Boyuan drank tea, and after Sikong Ling finished speaking, he raised his head slightly.

"You're done?"