When I arrived at the "ghost shop", I found that the door was still the same as a few days ago, tightly closed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Fang Muye stayed in front of the door and waited for a young man in armor, and Qianluo got off the "one-horned ink wolf" and walked in first.

In the fierce battle that night, the dead armor soldiers had been disposed of and buried, but the broken weapons, the shattered armor, the collapsed houses and buildings, and the large blood stains that had been sprayed on the ground and had been blackened and flies were "buzzing" and flying, but they could be seen everywhere.

Qian Luo ignored this, and walked straight to the end of the courtyard, in front of the huge storehouse where the armor was stored.

Pushing the door in, I found that in the warehouse, the big iron frame was still firmly pressed against the entrance iron plate, and on the big iron frame, the strict cousin and the master of the people's destiny still maintained the difficult posture of "four hooves upside down" and was hung on it.

The Celestial Mandate Master, even the lowest-priced Minlord, can also pull the starlight and quickly repair the physical injuries, so for ordinary people, serious injuries such as broken legs and arms, chest and back piercing, and torn muscles and bones that may lead to lifelong disability are not a problem at all for the Celestial Mandate Master, but it will only take a certain amount of time. And the Heavenly Mandate Master's cultivation to the high and profound realm, even if his limbs are cut off, his internal organs are taken out, and other fatal and serious injuries, he can recover in a short time, and there is no need for any elixir of heaven and earth.

Yan Du's injuries that day seemed to be very serious, but the most serious was a slap from the hall master of Lu Buwei, which caused the "Heavenly Mandate Palace" of Zhihai to shake, and the "Star Pen" was almost shattered, so that it was difficult to heal for a long time, in addition, it was like a knee was broken, and the limbs were pierced with wires, and they were all minor injuries, but after a day and night, they had already recovered completely.

The death penalty has escaped, but the living crime is difficult, firstly, the injury of the "Heavenly Mandate Palace" has been difficult to heal, and secondly, it has been left here for the past few days, so that the heavens should not be called the earth, the dripping rice can't get their lips, and they are hungry and thirsty, and they are tortured half-dead and miserable.

Raised his head with difficulty, opened his dull eyes, and when he saw Qianluo's appearance clearly, Yan Zhi's body shook violently, and a look of shock, fear and humiliation appeared on his face, and he muttered: "Demon! You demon! You, give me a good time." ”

Qianluo "giggled", untied him from the arrogant iron frame, carried him to an empty room next to the storeroom, threw it on the ground, squatted in front of him and said leisurely: "You want to be happy? But before I do that, I'd like to have a deep and sincere conversation with you. Your Yan family is now finished, all the men have their heads cut off, and all the women and children have been bought tens of thousands of miles away and enslaved by people. As for your three wives, two sons, and four daughters, I've stayed—"

When Yan Du heard this, his body trembled again, and his eyes closed in pain.

"I have inquired carefully, although you are a disciple of the Yan family, you are a concubine, and you are said to be a cousin of Yan Shou and Yan Fang, but you have been separated by an unknown number of generations, and as a 'Heavenly Mandate Master', you don't seem to be very powerful in the Yan family. Qianluo looked at Yan Du, who was still lying in front of him in a difficult posture of "four hooves upside down", and chuckled, "If you know each other well enough, we can reach a certain consensus, maybe I will return your wife and children to you, and let you be the head of the Yan family......

"Knowing that I am the head of the Yan family, but in fact I am not your slave or puppet? Yan Du's eyes were still closed, and he muttered.

"Clever! Although you are a puppet, after all, you are still the head of the family, and you still say the same thing at home, which is much better than being a marginal person who even looks down on the family members before, right? Of course, since you insist on martyrdom for that rotten family, I can only express regret. I'm going to have someone bring your wife and children, and then I'll dig a pit and bury your whole family here, so that you'll be fulfilled once and for all. Qianluo sighed with a regretful face.

"Wait, wait!" Hearing that Qianluo was going to bury him, his wife and children alive, Yan's face distorted, and after half a sound, he opened his eyes and said with difficulty, "I—I promised you." ”

"That's right, man, you should think more about your family. Come, come, I'll untie you. Qianluo was overjoyed," he said with a smile.

In front of the door of the "ghost shop", Fang Muye was bored and leaned on the "one-horned ink wolf", and after a while, he saw more than a dozen black shadows with armor all over his body, flying from far and near to the front, and then lined up like nails, standing proudly in front of him.

Seeing that they hadn't seen each other for just a few days, these dozen teenagers had actually undergone a rebirth-like change, all of them were awe-inspiring and full of spirit, like extremely hungry and aggressive ferocious spirit beasts, Fang Muye's heart was greatly satisfied, and at the same time, he admired the boss's methods even more.

"It's still ten fingers away from a hot cup of tea, so you've all passed the test. From today onwards, you will all be a sergeant of the 'Garrison Department'. Fang Muye stood up straight, followed the example of Qianluo, put his hands behind his back, glanced at a young man with a smile, and said leisurely.

A young man was overjoyed, although they all had the strength of the first class, but after all, they were too young, and they didn't have much actual combat experience, so if they wanted to become a soldier of the "Garrison Department", it would take at least two or three years later.

Now that he has become a soldier of the "Garrison Department", he can receive a generous salary, not to mention that he can be promoted in the future, and he can also use this as a springboard to enter the "Terracotta Battalion", which is a very good start in life for them who cannot become a Heavenly Destiny Master and cannot be ignited into a Martial Yuan Division.

"With your current age, with such a humble cultivation, you all know the reason why you can become a soldier of the 'Garrison Department', right?" After waiting for the young man to be excited for a while, Fang Muye's face turned cold and said lightly.

"Clear. The young man hesitated for a while, and Fang Ji, who was the most robust and calf-like, stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "It was the boss of Qianluo who gave us this opportunity." After he became the 'Heavenly Mandate Master', we knew that our cultivation was low and it was impossible for us to become his Martial Yuan Master, so we were all ashamed to look for him. It was the boss who remembered the old love of cultivating with us, took the initiative to find us, organized us to continue cultivating, and during this time, he paid out of his own pocket to supply us with unlimited amount of blood jade for cultivation. We are now about to break through the first class and become the second class soldier, because of the ample support of these blood jades. ”

"Not bad. Fang Muye showed an appreciative look on his face, "Then, what are you going to do in the future?"

"What else can I do, be loyal to the boss and swear to the death, and at the same time cultivate hard, and strive to become a high-armor armor soldier as soon as possible, and be called a 'martial arts master' by the boss. Hearing this, a young man was glorious, and suddenly came to his senses, raising his arms and shouting in unison, obviously they had already had the same understanding of this.

Listening to their opening words, Fang Muye nodded again and again, quite approvingly, and when he heard the end, he couldn't help grinning like a bitter melon, raised his hand and said: "Stop, stop, -- you all want to become the boss's martial master? Hmph, he also wants to come over, any Heavenly Destiny Master, the Martial Yuan Master is limited, don't cause an extra burden to the boss." ”

"Understood. It depends on who is the best and who is the most outstanding, and who is the first to reach the rank of the Ninth Armor, and the boss will be the first to ignite, and we have all reached a consensus. More than a dozen teenagers couldn't help but glance at each other, and a strong competition and refusal to admit defeat were revealed.

"Very good!" In the face of such a group of high-spirited and extremely capable and excellent soldiers, Fang Muye couldn't help but feel happy, and he was more sure that he was in control of the entire garrison department, no longer talking nonsense, and said categorically, "I, I am the chief of the 'garrison office' in the city today, that is, your top boss, and you are all under my command." Now, I order you to enter the 'ghost shop', go to the back storehouse, and drive out the cadres who are imprisoned inside, and rush to the forest in front of the door. ”

Without saying a word, more than a dozen teenagers swarmed in and disappeared into the buildings of the "ghost shop".

Just as Qianluo and Fang Muye left the "Heavenly Mandate Heavenly Palace", the hall master of Lu Buwei had already removed the "Golden Light Cover" in the air, so a group of young armor soldiers went to the basement of the back warehouse to extract this group of imprisoned armor soldiers extremely smoothly.

Not long after, dozens of armor soldiers who had not eaten or drunk for several days, who were dizzy and dizzy from hunger, and hundreds of craftsmen, were driven away by a group of young armor soldiers, exuding a foul smell all over their bodies, staggering out of the "ghost shop" and standing in line in the woods outside the door.

Fang Muye waved his hand to a few young armor soldiers, and escorted all the craftsmen back to the "ghost shop" first, bathed, cooked, and eaten, and after they were full, they cleaned up the messy shop, and then immediately started work, forging soldiers and armor, -- just kidding, in the future, this "ghost shop" will be the base camp of their brothers, and the weapons and armor produced by the "ghost shop" are extremely sophisticated, and they are sold to many nearby big cities. Dajun, with huge profits, was originally an important source of wealth for the Yan family, so these craftsmen in the shop were all priceless treasures, and they couldn't be hurt in the slightest.

As for the "ghost shop", because the garrison is stationed here, it has a large amount of rice, noodles, meat, vegetables, diet, daily necessities, etc., which is convenient.

Facing the remaining dozens of soldiers, Fang Muye said gloomily: "The city lord Yan family has fallen, and the family members are all dead, as for you, do you want to die now, bury the Yan family, or do you want to live? If you want to die, dig a pit in this forest immediately, I will fulfill you, and bury you alive in a while; ”

A cadre of armor looked at each other, and the next moment, Fang Muye was completely overwhelmed by a burst of enthusiastic roars......

Qianluo walked out of the room with a stern degree, and found Fang Muye, who was assigned a cadre of armor soldiers to clean up the garbage and clean up the armor equipment, with a look of low energy.

Qianluo Daqi, seeing that the remaining more than 60 armor soldiers in the garrison were all in good order and working very hard, obviously they had all surrendered, and they became more and more puzzled, patted Fang Muye on the shoulder, and said strangely: "What's the matter, these armor soldiers are still quite difficult to subdue? What's wrong?"

Fang Muye glanced at Qianluo, shook his head and said, "Is that it, it's just too smooth." ”

On the day of the relationship, Qianluo, Lu Buwei, Fang Muye and others rushed into the "ghost shop", slashing and killing, all the thorns in the garrison department died almost that night, and most of the rest were some bad seeds, and they had been hungry for so many days, and the last bit of backbone was also exhausted, and in the face of Fang Muye's angry shout of "want to die or live", they all shouted "to live", so that Fang Muye, who was holding back a lot of energy, kept several back hands, and planned to fight with them well, a punch seemed to hit the air, not to mention how frustrated he was.

Qianluo laughed "haha" and slapped him on the back of the head: "This is also worth your depression? ”

After speaking, Qianluo left with Yandu.