Six Six Eight Devouring Battle Hall [Two in One]

In the messy big bed, the two women were shyly crawling in the quilt, looking at the only Biluo who was not taken down by the enthusiasm.

"I...I haven't cleaned it yet..."

Biluo said shyly, and her body gradually retreated towards the head of the bed.

"Then let's go tonight..." Gu Yue Jiaying smiled: "Today, no one of the three of us can escape."

Sitting on the bed and looking at Sanmei, I felt like I was dreaming. I just now...

"Husband, are you planning to meet the Zhantang first? Or..." Gu Yue Jiaying looked at Luo Qingqing beside her with a smile: "Continue..."

"This..." He energetic looked back at the closed door, then looked at the charming Ermei, and crawled towards the two of them again: "Let them wait a little longer."

The bed in the room soon made a constant creaking sound.

It was another rain of clouds and rain. He stood up and let Bi Luo use the magic of water dropping technique, washed his body, and then the other two women helped him put on their clothes, kissed the three of them on the foreheads and walked out of the room.

Duan Fengbuer looked at the enthusiasm of walking out of the yard and hurriedly walked forward: "You have been chatting most of the time just now, right?"

He was stunned for a moment and shook his head repeatedly.

"I can't do it! You've been too long!" Duan Feng Buer curled his lips repeatedly, put his arm on his active shoulder and said with a smile: "Everyone is a man, so it's time to love face. But there should be a limit, right? Agree, I'm chatting most of the time, right?"

He stopped and looked at Duan Fengbuer and said seriously: "Most of the time, I have been working hard to cultivate and work..."

"Damn!" Duan Feng Buer blocked his ears with both hands, shook his head repeatedly, and kept muttering words: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I just don't believe it!"

Chekfollet sneered: "People are different from others. Not everyone is as short as your time."

"Bah!" Duan Feng Buer suddenly let go of his hands and looked at Chekfollit: "I'm short of time? I'm a concubine, do you want to try how brave I am and how long I am?"

Chekfollet rolled his eyes, and glanced at Duanfeng Buer's last glance at Duanfeng Buer's ***, and his mouth was very hard: "Soft goods."

"Damn! I can't bear it!" Duan Feng Buer grabbed his hair with both hands, looking like he might be about to go wild at any time, which made Mu Na Zhence laugh continuously: "If you can't bear it, just go."

Fentu Kuangge gave a few people a blank look and said calmly: "Vague..."

"Damn it! Ugly?" Duan Feng Buer approached Fen Tu Kuangge, proudly raised his head, and looked down at Kuangge's ***: "Virgin... has no say."

Fen Tu Kuangge rolled his eyes and fell directly on Mu Na Zhence, with his expression as if he was not me alone but a virgin.

"Cough...cough..." Mune Zhence quickly coughed twice: "Sorry, sorry, Kuang Ge... To be honest, I'm not a virgin either. So..."

Fentu Kuangge's expression turned red a little, and he quickly turned his attention to a further direction.

Chekfollet glanced at Duan Feng Buer and said coldly: "A man for one minute, he is still embarrassed to laugh at someone else's virgin..."

"Damn! I'm going crazy..." Duan Feng Buer roared: "I can't bear it! I can't bear it!"

Chekfollett just rolled his eyes and looked at Duan Feng Buer with a contempt look, making Duan Feng Buer jump continuously.

Zhan Tang? He was a little curious about the energetic force. Why did this huge force that had been established in the Zhence Dynasty for countless years suddenly come to him today? What do they think?

"What other ideas can you have?"

In the lobby, two old soldiers from Zhantang looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The momentum of Zhantang has become weaker and weaker these days, and there is no airtight wall in the world. It is no secret that Zhantang has dispatched the older generation of elite strong men to sneak attack.

This incident made almost all the warrior unions very angry, and the impression of the folk battle hall fell rapidly. Whether it was the pharmacy union or the blacksmith union, without getting the order of the president, he had completely cut off contact with the battle hall.

If you have money, you can't buy equipment and medicine. This is the real situation of Zhantang now. Even if His Majesty the Emperor mediates it, the vice presidents and elders of several major trade unions also look disrespectful.

If this continues, the Zhan Hall may really be destroyed! Now there has been a situation where the Zhan Hall members withdraw from the Zhan Hall and join the warrior union in various places.

Because a small ordinary warrior who had no foundation once made the entire War Hall feel unbelievable, everyone in the War Hall felt unbelievable.

Negotiation? The two old men looked at each other again and smiled bitterly. This time, instead of coming to find someone who is active in negotiation, it is better to come to ask him to surrender. He just hopes to win more benefits during negotiations. As long as the foundation of the Zhantang can be maintained, even... even...

Even if you give the entire Zhantang to the motivation! It doesn’t matter!

This is the final decision of all the senior executives of Zhan Hall. Instead of letting Zhan Hall fall day by day and disappearing in the end, it is better to hand over Zhan Hall to someone who is truly capable to develop.

After all, the original creation of Zhantang was not an ordinary warrior. Its purpose is to make ordinary warriors have a better position and live better.

Now, the controllers of Zhantang can no longer continue to lead the Zhantang ship forward, so we should change to a new helmman.

Of course, if you can get a group of soul soldiers without handing over control of the battle hall... the two old men looked at each other faintly, this is also the ultimate goal that they hope to achieve.

However, it seems that this goal is not easy to achieve now... The old people have already felt that their motivation is not like other soldiers. When they hear the personnel from the War Hall coming, they immediately run out to meet.

Understand! The two old soldiers also understand the practice of motivation. If they have been attacked by Zhantang, they will give face to hear that there is Zhantang people coming again and not come to the door with a knife.

Everyone appeared in the reception hall of the General Trade Union of Warriors, which was the most heavyweight position of the General Trade Union for the General Trade Union to meet.

Two elderly people wearing war-like characters embroidered on their chests, and four young soldiers with a little heroic posture stood behind the old man, staring at the eight eyes tightly, and anger could be clearly seen in their pupils.

The elite old warriors in Zhantang did not die on the battlefield of human and demons, but were all beaten to death together. This was regarded as a shame by Zhantang no matter which sect the warriors were from.

Those are the warriors who have killed countless demons for the Zhence Dynasty, and those are the warriors whose blood flows with glory in every drop of blood on their bodies!

Since you have not killed you, why do you need to kill them? Every time the soldiers in Zhantang talk about motivation, they always have such arguments and confusion.

When the two old men saw the appearance of Dangjin, they stopped chatting immediately, accompanied by four young soldiers, and nodded slightly to Dangjin with a slightly awkward expression.

He bent down and bowed, paying tribute to the old soldiers who dedicated their lives and blood on the human-demon battlefield. There was not much embarrassment on his face: "I don't know, what's wrong with Zhan Tang looking for me?"

As Gan Jin said that, he was already sitting in the master's seat. As the future president of the General Trade Union of Warriors and the general president of the General Trade Union, his status is not inferior to His Majesty the Emperor, and he will not be inferior to others. Even if the other party is the representative of the Zhan Tang, he cannot be higher than Gan Jin's identity.

When the four young soldiers saw the energetic sitting in the master's seat, their faces sank, and the fighting spirit on their bodies suddenly showed dissatisfaction and hostility.

He didn't raise his eyelids and didn't pay attention to the four young soldiers from the Zhan Hall. Every year, outstanding young soldiers from the Zhence Dynasty entered the Zhan Hall. Almost all ordinary soldiers were proud to be able to enter it. It was normal to be emotional when they saw that their ancestors did not sit at the highest master.

But? He rolled his eyes hard, what's the matter with me? If Zhantang did not assassinate me that day, then it would be fine if I politely let the seat be. Since both sides also had blood feuds in their hands, continuing to pretend would make me seem to be not open and generous enough.

"Our Zhantang came to see President Ganjin this time, but in fact, we wanted to talk to President Gan about cooperation."

A white-haired old soldier turned his fingers slightly uneasy around the teacup at hand. Everyone still remembers the assassination before, and it is impossible to really pretend that it has never happened.

"Cooperate?" He raised his eyebrows: "I don't know how Zhan Tang wants to cooperate with me?"

The four young soldiers looked at the indifferent expression of Driving, and their gloomy faces were almost covered with the prelude of the thunderstorm. They always came to Zhantang to cooperate with you. Today Zhantang took the initiative to cooperate with you without regard for the previous revenge, but he actually made such an attitude of ignoring his love?

The old soldier's expression gradually became nervous: "We... need a group of soul soldiers..."

"Soul Soldier?" He was so excited that he raised his voice: "Are you still a batch?"

The old soldier's face became even more awkward. This requirement was indeed very, very excessive, but now those who dare to say that they can forge soul soldiers are only motivated, and there are already two soldiers around him who have become saints.

"It's not that I won't pay you!" A young soldier finally couldn't help but say, "We Zhantang never take advantage of others. Just say whatever you want."

The smile on his face showed a happier side, but the young soldier who was talking only had disdain in his eyes: "What? He smiled when he heard the reward? Don't worry, as long as you make a soul soldier, we will give you double reward..."

"Save your rewards to buy a cemetery for yourself." Duan Feng Buer coldly interrupted the warriors of the Zhantang: "What are you doing forging your soul soldiers? Let you become a saint? Then turn your head and be motivated to assassinate? Reward? Haha, you are rewarded with a look!"

The face of the young warrior of Zhantang suddenly froze, and then anger erupted from his eyebrows, and the fighting spirit generated by Dou Xin swelled up: "What are you..."

Before the warrior finished speaking, the top fighting soul of the Duanfeng Bu Er Hydra bloodline warrior slammed out, and the holy-level fighting skill [Freedom] from the energy sent out under his feet appeared directly in front of the other party. He grabbed the big hand and lifted the person up. The big eared melon seeds slapped the other party with a crackling sound.

Bang!

Duan Feng Buer threw the man to the ground and returned to his original position again. The whole speed was extremely fast, as if he had never taken action.

Although he has not become a saint, Duan Feng Buer's strength has been rising continuously. In front of him, the ordinary semi-sage warrior is definitely a rookie, let alone a mere warrior with a fighting heart.

"What am I? Do you know now?" Duan Feng Buer looked at the other party's teeth that were knocked down to the ground: "Now tell me, what are you? Challenge with motivation? Do you think you are me?"

The young warrior who was beaten was completely stunned. He was born as one of the genius warriors. Otherwise, he would not have been attracted by Zhan Tang, but was slapped by a warrior younger than him and had no ability to fight back!

Although... although the opponent is a blood warrior... the result is so shocking.

"Blood Warrior?"

Two old soldiers looked at Duan Feng Buer in surprise. The powerful newcomer king competition who is probably very good at making a name for himself is actually by his side?

"What? Do you want to do it?" Fentu Kuangge stepped out and looked at the other three ordinary young soldiers who wanted to take action: "If you don't want to die, just sit down!"

The thunderous roar came out with two powerful fighting souls breaking out. The three young warriors looked at the ordinary warrior who was younger than him, and the fighting power erupted from their bodies, and the power of the double fighting souls, and they were completely stunned for a moment.

Listening to the roar of the Burning Song of Fentu, three young and outstanding ordinary soldiers sat directly on the stool and stared at the Burning Song of Fentu.

"Double Fighting Souls? Ordinary Warrior?"

The shock on the faces of the two old soldiers turned into surprise. Looking at each other, they saw disbelief in each other's eyes. How could they have a fighting soul at such an age? Is it the fighting soul heritage?

"impossible……"

One of the old men shook their heads repeatedly. Douxin and golden Douxin can be passed on special life-betting inheritance through their closest relatives, but Douxin can never be passed on!

But, the Burning Tu Kuang Ge in front of me is too young! If it weren't for the Soul Fighting Heritage, the old people really couldn't figure out what was going on, why is it the Soul Fighting Level, and it is also an absolutely top Soul Fighting Level. Its powerful strength is even less than the previous Hydra's bloodline power.

"I'm not short of that little material..." He shook his head very simply. He never did anything like that. If the other party really came to assassinate himself, the result would be really, very difficult to say.

"We Zhantang know that President Gan and the Gan family with the Elf King's bloodline seem to have some holidays." The old white-haired warrior slowly stood up: "We Zhantang also have our own strength, and can stand on President Gan's side as support to exchange soul soldiers. You should know that our Zhantang is neutral in everything, this time..."

He was energetic and just looked at the old man in Zhantang with a smile. His fingers tapped the tabletop rhythmically, without saying a word. The sound of rhythmic fingers hitting the tabletop in the room.

The old man gradually began to unable to sit still. Zhan Tang's support has never been a very great help to any force, but it is indeed not a great help to drive.

The ordinary soul-level warriors of the Zhence Dynasty are not only owned by Zhantang. Other forces also have ordinary warriors with top-level soul-level fighting skills. A soul soldier is almost enough to make any ordinary warrior at the top of the soul-level fighting team stand on the side of motivation without any consideration.

"All right……"

The old man in Zhantang sighed, looked at the other old man, and sighed again: "We have also thought that you may not be satisfied with this situation. So, we have considered that if you want, the leader of Zhantang is yours."
To be continued...