Jiao Huarong and Qian Yunsuo, who were on the upper floor of Zhu's Wubao City, seemed to say something, and then Jiao Huarong took a few steps forward.

"Wait and listen, don't use weapons, just fight with your fists and feet, as long as one person finally stands in front of the barracks, then this battalion of soldiers and horses belongs to this person's army!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the wall of the Zhu clan's Wubao, and it should have been said by Jiao Huarong, the king of the black lantern.

Just like that Qianyunsuo, he used his mana to transmit his voice to the chaotic grass pickers over there.

And after saying this, this Jiao Huarong obviously hasn't enjoyed it yet, and then shouted from afar, "The battalions of the grass picking army listen to the order, if you wait for the battalion, there are also people who can fight to Zuihou in this gladiatorial battle, and this king will include you in the army directly under this king!

Everyone didn't expect that Jiao Huarong would make such a decision.

But this seems to be very much in line with the idea of the demonic figures, the strong are respected, as long as you have the strength, you can get the corresponding status.

In the grass picking camp, those demon generals didn't seem to have arrived, but their lieutenants should have arrived.

At this time, when they heard Jiao Huarong's order, they all saluted Jiao Huarong on the tower of Zhu's Wubao City, and then passed the military order to the soldiers to whom they belonged.

"Flying Stone!", "Black Tiger", "Demon Cow!", ......

For a while, in the grass picking barracks, the soldiers and horses of the other legions roared at the same time, and they began to fight each other chaotically like hungry wolves that had been released into the wild.

The four battalions of soldiers and horses to which the grass picking army originally belonged did not make any moves at this time, but just guarded the camp gate and let the outside mingle.

The commanders of the battalions were still in the tents discussing countermeasures with their men, perhaps they were also waiting for the right moment.

On the contrary, in the heavy camp of the grass picking army, there was some chaos and uproar, Guo Cheng, Jia You and others gathered two or three thousand rabble and gathered in front of the men's camp.

Listening to Jiao Huarong's words, they were also very excited.

In this way, if Zhu Lingwu was really willing to come forward and lead them into this chaotic struggle, maybe he could really make them change from the auxiliary soldiers of the baggage battalion to the first battalion of soldiers and horses of the Black Cage Legion directly under Jiao Huarong.

They know Zhu Lingwu's ability, if Zhu Lingwu can go out with the people from the baggage camp, uh, maybe Zhu Lingwu will go out by himself, maybe he will be able to stand up to Zuihou as Jiao Huarong said.

At that time, they may be able to enter the Zhu clan to live in the castle, after all, only Jiao Huarong's direct legion can follow Jiao Huarong's side and enter the Zhu clan castle.

It's a pity that after they gathered their manpower, they didn't find Zhu Lingwu, which inevitably made Guo Cheng and them anxious.

How could they think that at this time, Zhu Lingwu had already left the baggage camp and directly released a big pigeon from them.

At first, their actions surprised the soldiers guarding the baggage camp, but when they saw that these people did not move, these soldiers were too lazy to care.

Just guarding the gate of the baggage camp and waiting for his fate.

At this time, as the soldiers and horses in the grass picking camp began to fight, Zhu Lingwu, with the help of the little white fox, had already transformed into a soldier of the Flying Stone Army and entered the chaotic giant gladiatorial arena outside.

Of course, Zhu Lingwu would not really join the gladiatorial fight, but just carefully moved against the surrounding camps, slowly moving towards the edge of the grass picking camp.

In such a chaotic group brawl battlefield, there are many soldiers like Zhu Lingwu, and it can be said that the vast majority of soldiers are dodging in the barracks.

Only reckless and impulsive people would go up and fight regardless of it, and it didn't take long for these people to fall to the ground.

Smart people will conserve their physical strength first, gather together with their partners, and fight in search of opportunities.

After all, it is now the elite soldiers and horses of the five legions, and there are almost 30,000 or 40,000 people participating in the giant fist and foot gladiatorial melee.

No matter how strong a person's strength is, it is impossible to fight all the way to zuihou, punches and feet are not knives and guns, not that you can cut down and stab the opponent to death at once, and it takes a lot of physical strength to really knock over an opponent.

Even if it is a martial arts master, it is considered the limit to beat hundreds of people in such chaos, and then it is likely to be knocked to the ground by random punches.

The soldiers and horses here can be regarded as an elite combination of the Black Lantern Army, and most of them are people who have fought on the battlefield, so they naturally know how to fight.

Therefore, dodging in the chaotic fighting arena like Zhu Lingwu does not seem very abrupt.

The only thing to worry about is that the soldiers of the other legions, seeing that he has only one person, will treat him as a soft persimmon, and often four or five people will force him forward.

Of course, in the end, they will find out that the soft persimmons were originally carved from stone, and their eggs naturally broke the blood flow when they touched their heads.

However, Zhu Lingwu didn't dare to act too much, most of the time, as long as he got rid of these entanglements, he would not continue to attack them.

After all, on the tower of Zhu's Wubao, there are still Qianyunsuo and a kind of demonic monk, watching the giant gladiatorial battle here like a play.

Therefore, Zhu Lingwu walked cautiously at every step, for fear that he would be too outstanding and be noticed by that Qianyunsuo.

Although the distance was very far, Zhu Lingwu was still worried that Qian Yunsuo would see through the transformation of the little white fox, and suddenly flew from the tower of the city to pull him out of this chaotic gladiatorial arena.

Zhu Lingwu tried his best to walk against the wall of the barracks, so that his figure could be covered by the walls of the barracks, and his traces would not be discovered by the demonic monks who were watching the play in Zhu's Wubao.

If Qianyunsu discovered his existence from the crowd of thirty or forty thousand scuffles, Zhu Lingwu had no choice but to accept his fate.

Fortunately, the people who participated in the melee here were all mortals, even those generals and the like, but they were just some mortals who had cultivated martial arts.

It can't pose the slightest threat to Zhu Lingwu at all, as long as Zhu Lingwu doesn't lose his way here.

At this time, the soldiers and horses of several legions in the grass picking camp had already been mixed together, and the generals who originally commanded the soldiers and horses of the various armies listened to Jiao Huarong's instructions, but they also understood the habits of this king.

They just brought some guards and occupied a place, but they deliberately scattered all their soldiers and horses to participate in the melee.

If they really make this fist and foot gladiatorial battle like a battle, I am afraid that they will not be able to make Jiao Huarong on the upper floor of Zhu's Wubao City happy.

If Jiao Huarong is not happy, their lives are naturally in danger, and the Demon Dao characters will not be absolutely decisive characters.

It's just that this kind of fist and foot gladiatorial fight still brought a lot of injured soldiers, some of them were even broken hands and feet, and some of them were even unlucky, and they were directly trampled to death on the spot in this melee.

Zhu Lingwu was in the scuffle, and he said that the identity he played would occasionally change from the flying stone soldier of the Flying Stone Army to the magic cow pawn of the Demon Bull Army, and then become the white snake soldier of the White Snake Army.

Anyway, in such a chaotic situation, Zhu Lingwu only needs to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, so that he can get back up again with a different identity.

Few people would notice this, and if anyone did, then Zhu Lingwu would also send him to see the old ancestor.

However, when he arrived at Zuihou, Zhu Lingwu didn't bother to leave, so he directly found a relatively safe place and lay on the ground.

"Huhu, next, just wait for someone to carry me out!

Zhu Lingwu let himself lie comfortably, squinted his eyes slightly, and there were several soldiers of the Black Lantern Legion around his body.

These people, even if they were still alive originally, but with the arrival of Zhu Lingwu, they all became real dead ghosts, which could save them more trouble.

Then Zhu Lingwu squinted again and peeked in the direction of the tower of Zhu's Wubao.

Over there, Qian Yunsuo, Jiao Huarong and the other Demon Dao cultivators looked very excited one by one, obviously very satisfied with the performance of these soldiers.

A few demon monks also shouted loudly from time to time, letting the soldiers and horses of one side rush over quickly, and really regarded this large-scale fight as a big show.

This inevitably made Zhu Lingwu sigh again, and said in his heart, damn it, you wait for Lao Tzu, one day, Lao Tzu has the strength, and there is no need to pretend to be dead here like now.

When this melee reached Zuihou, the soldiers and horses of the remaining four battalions of the original grass army also decisively rushed out of the barracks and joined the chaotic gladiatorial battle outside.

They obviously don't want to become someone else's spoils like this, and they want to give themselves a background, and it is best to enter Jiao Huarong's direct Black Cage Army.

As a result, it was fought from the afternoon to midnight, and the farce ended completely.

As for the ownership of the battalions of the grass picking army after the gladiatorial fight, Zhu Lingwu was too lazy to care, anyway, he pretended to be a wounded soldier and had already been carried out of the gladiatorial arena.

Zhu Lingwu had already chosen his Zuihou identity, and now he had become a Yaksha pawn under Rao Shufeng.

Who made this camp of the Yaksha Army, the outermost part of the entire Black Lantern Legion?

Wounded soldiers like him withdrew first, and the rest were the five demon generals who appeared safely and went to Jiao Huarong to officially divide the grass army.

In this way, Zhu Lingwu finally easily left the target here, and when he came to the outermost part of the Black Lantern Legion, Zhu Lingwu finally left the camp of the Black Lantern Legion.

This location is more than 100 miles away from Zhu's Wubao, and even the shadow of Wubao can no longer be seen.

After leaving the camp of the Yaksha Army by night, Zhu Lingwu simply released the Flying Feather Technique for himself, and then ran out quickly with swift steps.

At this time, Zhu Lingwu had a feeling in his heart that the sky was high and the birds could fly, and he really wanted to let himself become a swallow and fly away from here directly.

After running like this for half the night, Zhu Lingwu couldn't tell how far he had left Zhu's Wubao, only knowing that he was still in Zhu's territory.

When the sky was bright, Zhu Lingwu still stopped and entered a deserted village......