A word that does not agree with a hundred thousand spirit crystals, and there is no one who is not benevolent and righteous to this extent.

"Alas, it's still too soft-hearted. Sitting there, Wang Chen sighed, thinking that this was his soft-heartedness, not cowardice...... It is impossible to coward, and it is impossible to coax in this life. Scolding people doesn't mean that, that is, from the heart, give money......

100,000 spirit crystals were taken out, and Rao is Wang Chen was also bankrupt.

That is to say, he was promoted to the fifth level of martial arts, the level of the trench became 23, and the system gave 5,000 spirit crystals and 5,000 spirit crystals a day, otherwise he couldn't take out 50,000, let alone 100,000.

But it's okay, on the side of the barracks, you can't use it if you have money. Fang just browsed it, and the currency here is the battle merit, that is, the battle score point, which is roughly the same as the merit point of the Xia Wu Upper Court, which is something that can only be obtained by doing things. Unlike merit points, merit points can be freely transferred, or they can be exchanged for spirit crystals, but combat merit and battle score points are not, once someone is found to trade for military merit, they will be punished, not to mention, their future will be affected.

No one likes a guy who plays with his exploits.

After Jiang Wuyue, he received several summons one after another, and it was still Xiao Meiyan, Xiao Mi, and Si Yao, who generally asked him to explain everything that happened in the Casting Saint Tower.

One message after another, Wang Chen was so annoyed that he couldn't do it. Just when he was about to be annoyed to death by Si Yao, a dead fat man, the communication was suddenly interrupted.

"Huh?" Looking at the weeping blood order in his hand, Wang Chen was a little puzzled. This time, it really wasn't him who hung up on his own initiative.

"Ding-dong. ”

In the midst of doubt, a message came in. It reads: The student is cold and windy, the distance is 183 meters, and I ask to add you as a friend.

Wang Chen: "......"

Attach...... People nearby?!

What's so ...... Vixin?!

Looking at the weeping blood order in his hand, Wang Chen looked confused.

If you can create a forum, it's just a matter of posting a reply, people nearby?!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he clicked on it.

Immediately, a strange man's voice sounded in his ears: "Brother, take the liberty of asking, the communication on my side was suddenly broken, has the communication on your side been broken?"

Wang Chen: "......"

This kind of inexplicable college dormitory is disconnected, and I immediately have to ask the brother dormitory next door if there is a sense of déjà vu that is disconnected from the network together......

“...... Broken. Wang Chen replied.

"Hey, what did I say, I thought it was these grandsons of the Xia Wu Emperor Army who deliberately targeted my Blood Wind Emperor Army, and they dared to control it in a unified manner?" The man smiled, "By the way, brother, my name is Han Feng, what is your name?"

"Wang Chen......"

"Wang Chen, a good name, dust, dust, with your surname, it has become extraordinary, compared with my cold wind, it is only a little bit worse...... By the way, can I call you Lao Wang?"

Wang Chen: "...... Random. ”

"Then I'll call you Lao Wang. ”

The cold wind on the one side of the interrogation laughed, showing the boldness and unpretentiousness of the Ximo man, "Lao Wang, where are you from, Xia Wu, or Beiyang?"

"It's Xia Wu......"

The Weeping Blood Plan is nominally in charge of the Xia Wu Imperial Army, but in fact, Xia Wu, Xuefeng, and Beiyang are managed together, but Xuefeng conquers the Western Desert, Beiyang guards the border, and both parties are 108,000 miles away from the imperial capital headquarters, which makes Xia Wu's side coordinate the Weeping Blood Plan.

Co-ordination is co-ordination, but as the highest-level elite talent training plan of the Xia ** Department, the Blood Wind Emperor Army and the Beiyang Emperor Army are obviously also going to send people.

After all, you can't let Xia Wu's people have exclusive resources, right?

This cold wind is a warrior from the Blood Wind Emperor's army. can be recommended by the blood wind, this person is obviously not ordinary.

It's just that......

"Xia Wu? In that case, we are still in the enemy camp? I am bloody and fast, but I am the one who specializes in slaughtering Xia Wu's dog's head." The cold wind said and laughed to himself.

Wang Chen: "......"

Isn't it funny?

"Scared?" Seeing that Wang Chen didn't speak, he thought he was scared, and Han Feng laughed to himself, "Just kidding! Why, are the people of Emperor Xia Wu's army so timid now, they can't afford to make small jokes?"

Wang Chen: "......"

I can't afford Nima, such a stupid joke, you can say it? You're a fool!

"Hmm, Brother Wang, why don't you speak?"

The cold wind grinding grinding there muttered to himself, "This weeping blood barracks, it's really fucked, even if the external communication is cut off, even the internal communication is cut off......?"

Wang Chen: "......"

Babble, babble, babble...... Endless chatter. A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour......

Half an hour passed, Wang Chen finally couldn't stand it anymore, and yelled, "Are you a Tang monk?", and directly cut off the interrogation.

"What a strange thing!"

With a stroke of his hand, he directly erased the imprint of this stupid communication, and at the same time blocked everyone's communication, so that he could not be out of sight and out of mind.

"Tomorrow is the beginning of hell, and if you want to catch up with others in this kind of place, I don't have the time to accompany these fools. ”

At the same time.

The largest tent in the Weeping Blood Camp.

"That Wang Chen, it's here. Leaning on the chair covered with the fur of the four-star fierce beast, Shen Tai casually turned the pages of the book, and said casually towards Shangyang Qian, who came in.

The tent was bright.

It was the light of the night pearls of the South China Sea fixed in the four corners of the tent, soft and bright, shining in the spacious tent whose space was the size of a square, as bright as day.

Not to mention the other decorations in the tent, just this exaggerated interior space can throw off Wang Chen's small tent for 108,000 miles.

This is the office of Chief Instructor Shen Tai, as well as his living quarters.

The entire Weeping Blood Barracks is the only one.

"It's finally here!" Hearing that Wang Chen was also here, Shangyang Qian's eyes lit up suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and wanted to curse a few words on the spot, so he inadvertently glanced at Shen Tai, hurriedly retracted, and bowed to the chief instructor of the weeping blood barracks, "Thank you instructor for reminding me, Qian's heart knows it." ”

"Hmm. ”

Shen Tai hummed and nodded casually, but his eyes were still on the yellow booklet in his hand, and he didn't look up at Shang Yangqian.

"If it's okay, stand down. ”

Turning another page, Shen Tai said lightly.

As soon as he walked in, Shang Yangqian, who had less than two seconds, was stunned suddenly, and immediately reacted, and nodded his head, "Yes." Trainees retire. ”

Turning around to leave, when his feet just stepped on the threshold of the tent, Shen Tai's faint voice came from behind him: "Don't make this seat difficult, understand?"

Shangyang Qian's figure paused, and then nodded, "Yes, Uncle Shen." ”