A hundred battles!

Zhentian Guardian Guard!

When Yang Yunfeng's words fell, there was a whisper all around.

Although there are many soldiers in the death camp, they are also extremely brave when they fight, but those who can really have a hundred battles are difficult to produce in three or five years.

That is to fight for a hundred strong enemies during the battle of the heavens, and kill a hundred cultivators or alien beasts outside the Pantian plane.

In addition to cultivating to crush, it is really extremely difficult for a cultivator in the world to kill a hundred at the same level.

No one dares to say that he is the protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven, and he will definitely be invincible.

If you lose such a big battle, you will most likely be killed and lose your life.

"A hundred battles, this person is not difficult, after all, his cultivation is not bad, and he has a strong assistant, but he is just a centurion in Zhentianwei, and he directly invited him to join Zhentianwei?"

Not far away, someone murmured.

"It's not an ordinary town guard, it's a guard battalion." Someone's eyes fell on Yang Yunfeng, and he lowered his voice and spoke.

There are fourth-class guards in Zhentianwei, and the Jiawei battalion is the top battalion among them.

If Han Muye can join such a military guard, he will become an ordinary soldier, and it will also be a great opportunity.

In the Jiawei Battalion, Han Muye can get a lot of resources, and his cultivation in the future is absolutely extraordinary.

The envious gazes all fell on Han Muye.

Yu Rongkai and the guards behind him showed horror on their faces, and they unconsciously took a step back.

The town guard captain also narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at Yang Yunfeng, chuckled, and then shook his head.

Yang Yunfeng was just about to speak again, only to see Han Muye raise his hand, and a pale golden token appeared in his palm.

"Shhhh

"That's, Zhentian Order!"

"Damn, this person is actually in charge of the Zhentian Order, no wonder he has no fear."

"Haha, in charge of the Zhentian Order, murder is not guilty, as long as you can pass the Zhentian trial, you can go straight to Zhentianwei."

There was an exclamation, and the eyes of countless soldiers widened.

If you want to become a Zhentianwei, one is to join the death camp and exchange for the qualification of Zhentianwei with the merits of a hundred battles.

The other is that he directly has the Zhentian Order, and has the qualifications to become the Zhentianwei.

Either way, it's extremely difficult.

Especially having the Zhentian Order, which is simply something that outsiders can't have.

Those who can have the Zhentian Order are all favored by the strong in the Zhentianwei, or in exchange for great merit.

"He, how could he have a Zhentian Order......" The town guard captain looked at the token in Han Muye's hand and whispered in disbelief.

"My Shenhe County has not issued a Zhentian Order for a hundred years, and they are all recruited from the death camp, where did he get the Zhentian Order?"

Yu Rongkai's face was pale at this time, and he wished that he hadn't been here.

For him, his nephew is dead when he dies, and he must not put himself here.

"Haha, no wonder." Yang Yunfeng didn't seem surprised, but laughed out loud.

He arched his hand, and then said, "Then Brother Han, go and exchange your military merits." ”

"As for the murder just now, don't mention your identity as a death camp, you can't help but kill, even if there is a Zhentian order, killing a few insignificant cultivators is nothing."

From beginning to end, Yang Yunfeng didn't look at Yu Rongkai.

What is the town guard?

Han Muye looked at the town guard captain, turned around and walked towards the big tent that exchanged military merits.

The captain's face changed, he gritted his teeth, turned and left.

Around, the onlookers made a noise and dispersed.

Many people went to the big tent curiously, wanting to see how much military merit Han Muye could exchange.

Yu Rongkai's face changed, he turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, I admit it." ”

Recognize.

What if you don't recognize it?

Han Muye actually had the Zhentian Order in his hand, and if he wanted to fight him, he was definitely not an opponent.

Seeing Han Muye leave his back, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he was not held accountable.

As for the arrogance when I came before, forget it.

When Han Muye arrived at the big tent, a group of soldiers lined up and took out their identity cards.

On the identity card, there is a record of his own military exploits.

"Three, four, six, and three battalions of Taoli, accumulate three combat exploits, and reward three high-grade Pantian stones."

The soldier who counted his military exploits shouted, and the pale young man in front of him barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

Several people around him patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Brother Tao, if you can accumulate three military merits in this battle, the future will definitely be limitless."

"That is, there are no more than 100 people in your battalion who can kill three feats."

The crowd left the tent in a crowd.

"5841 battalion Hu Jiazi, accumulate twenty-three combat exploits, and reward eleven Shiyuan Pantian Stones."

The soldier shouted and looked up at the majestic man.

Hearing that he had accumulated twenty-three military merits, everyone else turned their heads to look at him.

The qi and blood on that big man's body were surging, and it was obviously a half-step Origin Realm.

"Brother Hu, I don't know if your battalion is short of people?"

"Brother Dao, are you an alliance?"

"Hey, do you want it?"

The big man put away the Pantian Stone and walked out of the big tent with a grin.

Han Muye and the others lined up, and many people around them paid attention.

When the people in front heard the discussion behind them, they all got out of the way.

"Ninety-five-twenty-eight battalion, Lu Great Wall, accumulate military merits, eighty-two!"

The soldiers who checked their exploits shouted in a low voice, their eyes widened.

Eighty-two military merits, this is the highest military merit he has seen so far.

"Eighty-two!"

"Damn, someone has accumulated eighty-two military merits!"

"Eighty-two in the first battle, isn't it directly to become a Zhentianwei?"

"No, only the death battalion has the rules of entering the town in a hundred battles, but if you can fight eighty-two military merits, you will definitely be valued, and there will be no shortage of opportunities in the future."

Surrounded by envious soldiers.

Then, the young man named Lu Changcheng had a red face, and seemed to be a little shy.

"Brother Lu, I don't know if you would like to come to my camp and give you the position of commander of a thousand people?"

"Fellow Daoist, there is a capital commander in my town guard, would you like to come?"

Several voices sounded around him, all of them soliciting.

Lu Changcheng raised his head, his face was swollen red, and he waved his hand again and again: "I, I can't do it." ”

"Don't look for me."

As he spoke, he took the bounty and took the bag of Rock Stones, turned and left.

"Your ID card." Behind him, the soldiers who checked the military merits chased and shouted.

"Hey, you're young."

"Tsk, reckless."

"It's a pity that with such military feats, I don't know how to find a good opportunity for myself."

Several people around were whispering.

The soldier who checked the military merits also shook his head.

The opportunity is in the hand, you can't grasp it, no wonder others.

Shaking his head, he reached out and took the next ID card.

"9528 Battalion, Cao Zitang, battle exploits, war exploits-"

The soldier's eyes widened, staring at the ID card in front of him.

"Battle exploits, one hundred and one!"

A hundred battles!

In an instant, it seemed to boil in the big tent.

Countless exclamations were heard.

One after another, eyes fell on the thirty-year-old man.

That's a feat of a hundred battles!

"Cao Daoyou, my town garrison lacks a thousand commanders."

"Cao Daoyou, I can't recruit you in the town Tianwei for the time being, you can act with us first to ensure that you can enter the town Tianwei."

Voices rang out.

The thirty-year-old man muttered a few words, ignored people, accepted his bounty, took the identity card and left.

"Hey, you, you're going to take the chance-"

"Don't go, you won't go to Zhen Tianwei?"

The inspection soldier looked complicated, shook his head, and took the next identity card.

Zhang Mingyuan stood there, his face calm.

The jade card in the hand of the soldier who took the jade card was clear, and his voice sounded.

"9528 Battalion, Zhang Mingyuan, military merit -!"