The Great God of the World

Chapter 222 The target of public criticism
Three days later, Liu Bishu, the director of the Academy of Military Science and Technology, made a report in person and applied for the qualification of the first private weapons manufacturing factory in the country on behalf of Xianfeng Group.

Naturally, Feng Boao took the opportunity to add fuel to the flames, but Xu Guoli from the Congress blocked it. After the two sides checked and balanced, they reached a consensus.

Unless Yu Feng can win the championship of the All-Army King Contest, this aptitude can be regarded as a championship reward and given to Xianfeng Group.

Otherwise, no approval will be granted.

At the same time, Luo Zheng, who heard the news, was furious on the spot!
"Want to grab business with me at the Meridian Gate? Let's see if you have a chance!"

On the other side, Bi Wuyuan, the head of Medicine God Valley, happened to also find out the cause of his apprentice Lin Lanshan's death.

Although many clues to Lin Lanshan's death were deliberately erased, but with the power of Medicine God Valley, it is not too difficult to find out the real culprit.

In addition, the person who received Luo Zheng's news happened to be Lin Lanshan's master, Bi Wuyuan.

Yu Feng naturally became the target of public criticism!
The next day, Yan Song, the head of the Southern General Military Region, received phone calls from Luo Zheng of the Meridian Gate, and Bi Wuyuan, the director of the God of Medicine Valley.

Luo Zheng is a real person who practiced the law, and his realm is the great achievement of the state of concentration. If there is a great opportunity in his lifetime, he may touch the threshold of the state of the gods.

Last night, the people Luo Zheng sent to arrest Yu Feng's parents all returned without success.

Luo Zheng was determined to win Feng's fire control technique, and knowing that Yu Feng was going to participate in the King of Soldiers Competition the day after tomorrow, he simply had a showdown with Yan Song.

"Commander Yan, we don't speak dark words in front of people. According to the rules, this Yu Feng who killed my Hongmen has to be handed over to our Hongmen to deal with."

After Yan Song heard this, he did not respond in a hurry, and continued to review the documents in front of him.

Seeing that Yan Song didn't respond, Luo Zheng frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Commander Yan, it seems that I forgot that you can take today's seat because of my Hongmen."

Hearing this, Yan Song slowly closed the document in his hand, squeezed the space between his brows wearily, and leaned against the back of the swivel chair with his eyes closed, wearing a bluetooth headset on his ear, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth.

"Brother Luo, if you say that, I have nothing to say. It's just that Yu Feng is not one of his subordinates at all, so there's no question of whether you're going to make friends with him or not. If you have a grudge against him, you can go and seek it yourself. Why bother?" Tell me."

"Commander Yan, you are asking the question knowingly. Huaxia has a ban on me, the master of the Hongmen. If I enter Huaxia to kill people at will, I can be punished by various sects in Huaxia. I can't do it myself. How could he be Yu Feng's opponent?"

When Yan Song heard this, he pretended to be stunned: "Oh, since Master Luomen also knows that China has such a ban, why bother to embarrass me?"

Luo Zheng was choked by Yan Song, and he was speechless for a long time. At the end of his anger, he reprimanded bitterly: "Yan Song, don't talk about other nonsense, I only want a place for a team from the Southern Army. You don't need the rest Tube."

Yan Song thought of the videotape of Yu Feng controlling the magma to kill people, and his cold eyes gradually narrowed into narrow slits, "Okay, I will give you a place in the team. However, if you really have any conflicts with Yu Feng, don't bother me." Confederate affairs."

Luo Zheng knew that Yan Song had separated the relationship in advance, so he sneered: "Don't worry! I, Luo Zheng, do things by myself, and I don't need you to maintain them."

As soon as Yan Song hung up the phone, he received a call from Bi Wuyuan.

"Brother Yan, long time no see."

Yan Song saw that he was the head of Medicine God Valley, and his attitude immediately improved.

"It turned out to be Brother Bi! This time I am looking for me, but I need my help from the Southern Army."

Bi Wuyuan was very satisfied with Yan Song's proactive attitude.

After all, Medicine God Valley has always been the object of support from the Southern Military Region.The cooperation and mutual assistance between the two companies is no longer a one-day or two-day relationship.

Even the current masters of the Southern Military Region are all top-grade pills from the Medicine God Valley, piled up!
That's why Yan Song treated a principal of Medicine God Valley with such courtesy.

It is said that it is a courtesy to Bi Wuyuan, but it is actually looking at the face of Yaoshengu.

Naturally, Bi Wuyuan also understood the way of doing this, so he directly explained his purpose.

"Brother Yan, I won't play tricks with you."

"You said."

"I have an apprentice named Lin Lanshan. I don't know if Brother Yan has heard of it."

"Lan Shan, I've heard of it. Moreover, he is one of the new generation of disciples of the Medicine God Valley, who has a very high level of comprehension."

Hearing this, Bi Wuyuan sighed heavily.

"To be honest, I treat this disciple as my son! But..."

Yan Song sensed something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened to Lanshan?"

Bi Wuyuan clenched his fist silently, gritted his teeth and said, "Lan Shan was killed!"

Yan Song was stunned for a moment, and asked urgently: "Is there anyone who dares to touch the disciples of the God of Medicine Valley?"

"Hehe, there really are such people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." Bi Wuyuan said, squinting his eyes viciously.

"Who did it?"

"Yu Feng!"

After Yan Song heard this, he immediately stood up from the chair, "It's against him! Who dares to move? Is there any law!"

Hearing Yan Song's question, Bi Wuyuan's heart moved slightly, "Brother Yan, I just ask you to give me a place to participate in the competition. I will personally lead the team and win the championship of the Soldier King Competition for you. return!"

Yan Song remembered what he promised Luo Zheng just now, and then thought that the Southern Army only had two places to participate in the finals, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Bi Wuyuan thought that Yan Song didn't want to give it, so he immediately added another condition: "Brother Yan, only you can give me a place in the team, and I can give you three marrow washing pills for free!"

Xisui Pill is a high-grade pill that can directly let ordinary people step into inner strength.

Every year, the God of Medicine Valley has a limit on the quantity of this elixir, and the quantity is very rare.

Even for Yan Song's entire southern army, the amount he can buy from the God of Medicine Valley every year is only ten fingers.

Now, Yan Song actually gave him three coins at once, and it was free!
Even with Yan Song's status, he couldn't help being moved.But the problem also arises, Luo Zheng has already agreed to a team quota, if Bi Wuyuan agrees to another team quota.

Then this time the Southern Army Headquarters' own team will have no chance to appear on the stage!

Naturally, it is impossible for Yan Song to treat his own people badly, not to mention that the champion of the King of Soldiers Contest is very important to the Southern Army, and there is no room for loss.

However, it is impossible for Luo Zheng and Bi Wuyuan to put the championship first.

Therefore, Yan Song must reserve a spot for the Southern Army headquarters.

In this way, Yan Song had to find another team spot for Bi Wuyuan.

Thinking of this, Yan Song's eyes suddenly brightened, and he remembered the two quotas in the Eastern Military Region, and immediately agreed with a smile: "Brother Bi, I will definitely get your quota for you. Don't worry!"

Hearing this, Bi Wuyuan nodded gratefully: "Then thank you, Brother Yan."

Yan Song hung up the phone and sent a fax directly to the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Military Region.

There was only one sentence on the fax: Two marrow washing pills, I will buy you a place for a team.

The strength of the eastern military region is far inferior to that of the northern and southern armies, and the need for martial arts practitioners is even more urgent.

With the support of Yaoshengu, Yan Song still gets ten Xisui Pills every year, but the Eastern Military Region does not have such benefits.

The martial practitioners in the army all depend on luck!

Therefore, as soon as the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Military Region received Yan Song's fax, he replied on the spot.

"It's a word."

Yan Song looked at the reply on the fax, and the corners of his mouth stretched out slowly.

"Yu Feng, is that right? There is the Hongmen in the front, and the God of Medicine Valley in the back. In this way, our Southern Army will definitely win the championship this time!"

(End of this chapter)