Chapter Seventy-One: The Return

Withdraw the white-eared elite soldiers and pull out the dynasty order, and this battle can be regarded as a perfect end. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It didn't take long for the results of the battle evaluation to be reflected, all the soldiers were promoted to the fifth rank after this battle, and there were 3,080 left in addition to the casualties, don't forget that there were still 1,000 sharp soldiers left in the city of Qin, and they were also included in all the soldiers.

Wang Ben and Sima Coo, all of these three generals were promoted to majors in a unified manner, but Jia Yi did not move, and he was still a captain. Since then, the Lingyuan Legion has a total of five majors, four thousand fifth-order soldiers, and four military spirits!

What makes Ling Yuan happiest is that the beast ears have reached the upper limit again, this time the upper limit is 700,000!

The waist bag is bulging, the person is also in spirit, and it is fun to watch everything. Even looking at this group of people who eat melons feel very cute.

Ling Yuan shook in front of them again and again, shaking his armor for a while, patting the corners of his clothes for a while, and almost said: Worship, I am your savior. The reason why I don't say it is that Ling Yuan believes in a sentence: invisible pretending to be the most deadly.

Send away this group of free propagandists, and Ling Yuan will lead the legion to pull. The half-month expedition came to a successful conclusion, and now they are back in glory.

Lost Valley, Jingwei in the bamboo building was reluctantly sorting out the experimental data this time, the No. 15 test subject was dead, the No. 17 test subject was killed by a prehistoric giant crocodile, and the No. 18 forbidden body died. At this time, another death data suddenly popped up on the monitor: the No. 13 Forbidden Body Flame Lizard died.

"Grandpa!No. 13 forbidden body flame lizard is dead!"

"Isn't it all over? How can this be? Let the duplicate bird go and see it!"

"Good!"

In the central square, an inconspicuous red bird spreads its wings and flies, if you look closely, you will see that its eyes are different, there are two eyes in one eye, so it is called the name bird. Although it is not much bigger than a magpie, in this place of "Mountain and Sea Life Paradise", no one dares to deliberately provoke it, including Xingtian!

The bird landed on a fiery red tree, and the invisible divine power emanated from a pair of eyes, and the scene of the divine power sweeping over the place appeared clearly in its mind. Nothing, except for a dead fire lizard. Another divine power spread out from the pupils, and this time the divine power was a metallic color full of vicissitudes. They brought a different kind of information, and soon the renamed bird got the information it wanted, spread its wings and flew back to the bamboo building.

Green Grass Valley, Inch Grass Valley, Mountain Gate, every place has become quiet.

The Valley of Loss is calm again, just waiting for the next time it opens.

After a few days of marching, Ling Yuan finally returned to the city of Qin. The vermilion gates, the black-armored defenders, all of these things make people feel more intimate.

In the next few days, Ling Yuan was preparing for the upcoming auction of mountain and sea charts, and he believed that the news must have spread in Huaxia. The complicated relationships in all aspects, coupled with the terrifying growth of Ling Yuan's own strength, made him not worry about being remembered at all. After all, he still has to calculate others, especially the Heavenly Kingdom.

The mountain bandits' special team acted as a tour guide and security officer this time, and the city of Qin was definitely the main venue. Therefore, all kinds of things were pulled from the four hills to build a venue that could accommodate 10,000 people. Since he was following Ling Yuan, he naturally got a lot of benefits, and Ling Yuan could take out one or two "rags" from his mountain-like basket to become their treasure.

In addition to the venue layout, Ling Yuan also gave a big gift to the underworld friends who came from afar, especially the hostile underworld personnel. At that time, Ling Yuan told them that when they came, they had to be prepared not to go back!

As the July event approaches, rioters of all stripes gather in Storm City. The Colosseum, the red light district, and the bars and dance halls have become places for them to vent. While the little minions are having fun, the big guys can't be idle, and all kinds of social drinking parties gather all these people who are rarely seen. After eating, drinking, and having fun, don't forget about business.

In the depths of the lounge, there are five men and five women gathered in the luxuriously decorated suite, the women are playing the most primitive games for their respective objects, and the men are smoking cigars and chatting with a satisfied face, as if they were soaking in a hot spring.

These five people are the supreme leaders of the five major international organizations stationed in Storm City, and the 21st of them is prominently listed. As representatives of the Celestial Group, their business is inseparable from several other partners who kill people or instigate wars. In addition to business, the topic of the Heavenly Kingdom Organization is also inseparable from Ling Yuan, who is in the limelight, and the mountains and seas in his hand.

"Destroy him! It's so difficult to get a picture, Huaxia can't get in at all!" It was a handsome young man who spoke, and with this handsome appearance, the beautiful women who served him would undoubtedly work harder. People can't look good, it's just such a heroic young man, he has long forgotten how old he was and how many people he started killing, this may be an occupational disease that they commit in the homicidal industry.

If you go, I can guarantee that you won't come back, Huaxia won't be able to enter Storm City, but the so-called border is just a deception to a young man like you who thinks with his lower body. "This is a fat man, the snow-white fat meat shakes with the movements of the beauty, but he is not very old, in his thirties. He started killing people at the age of ten, and then he quit the killing business and became a mercenary group with a few other guys, and now half of the mercenaries operating in the world are from them.

"You fat man has known you for so long, and only said such a long-brained sentence. "Knocking the cigarette ash in his hand, this unusually shrewd middle-aged man will always only value wisdom in his eyes, in his words: war is the business of reckless people, and it is not up to reckless men to start war.

In addition to No. 21, there is a bald head and six cigarette scars on his shiny head. He was concentrating on playing with the beauty under his crotch so that he didn't have the time to pay attention to the others, and at a glance he could see that this was a perverted monk. After the catastrophe, the number of people who believed in Buddhism increased instead of decreasing, and of course, there were some fake monks who fished for three days and dried nets for two days. The bald head enjoys it, for his hobby, and even his career planning is in this aspect. Today, he brought five beauties here, take this opportunity to enjoy them, one-time things are very precious.