Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Shizhan fainted for about three breaths and then woke up from his coma.

He stood up slowly and looked at the surprised and weird looks of the people around him. Shi Zhan's face suddenly turned red.

At this moment, he really wanted to dig a crack in the ground, get in, and escape from the Gale Valley Extradition Department overnight.

One move, just one move, he couldn't even block the opponent's move, but just now he was brazenly questioning the opponent's qualifications as an elite force!

"alright."

Deacon Luo smoothed things over: "Both of you have returned to the team. There are strong and weak magical powers. This is a principle that has existed since ancient times. If you want to break this principle, you must make yourself stronger.

For a truly strong man, even a grain of sand in his hand can turn him into a sacred mountain, which can control the sky, the earth, and reincarnation! "

Shizhan's face became increasingly red, as if there was a fire burning underneath. After returning to the team, he kept his head down and tried to adjust his mentality.

At the same time, Deacon Luo had already discussed it with the other deacons and announced in public:

"Now we will send you to the Da Mang war zone."

The next moment, they jointly shot out several immortal essences and injected them into the square under everyone's feet.

Everyone was surprised to find that there were ancient and mysterious lines flowing under their feet.

They seemed to come alive, rushing out of the ground instantly and lifting everyone up.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scene began to spin. Some people felt dizzy and quickly calmed down.

This state lasted for about a cup of tea. When the foggy feeling faded away, everyone found that the surrounding scene had completely changed.

They had left the Gale Valley Extradition Department and appeared in another unfamiliar square.

"Only more than five hundred people? What is the Gale Valley Extradition Department doing? Don't you know that the war in our Damang War Zone is urgent!"

A dissatisfied voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked up and saw a young man with short red hair staring at them, the dissatisfaction in his eyes clear.

Beside the young man, there were still a dozen figures standing, looking more or less unhappy, looking at everyone.

"Boss, it's not bad to have more than five hundred people. If you hadn't scolded them this time, there would only be one or two hundred people on weekdays.

Everyone knows that coming to the Damang war zone means hardship and hardship. Most of them have found connections to go to other war zones, or they stay in the Extradition Department and enjoy the good life. Who wants to come here. "

A fat and fat psychic laughed.

This person's cultivation level is not at the ninth level, but at the third level of foundation building, Fusion Dao.

When Fang Chen saw this, he understood clearly.

The administrative level of the Gale Valley Extradition Department is indeed not high. Correspondingly, the Thirteenth War Zone in charge is in the Luoxue League, which can only be regarded as a small war zone. Otherwise, the people waiting here to greet them would not be just a ninth-rank person and a group of people. The third realm of foundation building.

"That's all."

The young man with short red hair sighed, and then looked at the people in front of him calmly:

"My name is Weng Lang, and I am the commander of the DaMang War Zone. You must know what it means when you come to the DaMang War Zone. Don't think about protecting yourself. If you have such thoughts, I can be sure that you will be the first to die. .”

Weng Lang glanced at everyone with his sharp eyes, and when he saw that everyone was silent and their expressions remained unchanged, he nodded with satisfaction:

"It's pretty good. I didn't panic, which shows that I'm a bit brave."

There was a look of pride in everyone's eyes. If they could awaken their magical powers, they would be unique among them. Naturally, they would be brave!

"Old Fatty, the battle damage on your side is relatively serious. Today I will let you pick fifty people."

Weng Lang looked at the fat and fat magical person and said calmly.

When the others heard this, they looked at each other and said nothing.

But the old fat man said dissatisfied: "Boss, we led a group of people to fight with those bastards a few days ago, and the number of casualties exceeded a hundred people, and we almost failed to defend the mine. Why don't you give me fifty people?"

"Then eighty, no more, we need people in other places too."

Weng Lang rubbed his brows with a headache and said.

Seeing this, the old fat man looked helplessly at Fang Chen and others:

"Are there any elites among you?"

Swish, brush, brush!

Hundreds of eyes fell on the five of Fang Chen.

"Five elites? Not bad."

The old man whispered to himself, then smiled and said: "All five of you, please come out."

"Old Fatty, you've gone too far."

"If you don't play like this, you want to take away five elites? Why?"

"Boss, take care of him."

For a time, Weng Lang's deputies stood up to denounce Lao Fei.

"You can only take one with you. You choose it yourself. Move faster. I don't have time to worry about it."

Weng Lang said coldly.

"One...a little less..."

The old man muttered, then smiled at Fang Chen and the other five:

"What magical powers have you five awakened? Show them to you."

The other four people glanced at Fang Chen subconsciously, but did not show it for a long time.

The old man noticed something, his eyes fell on Fang Chen, his eyes were full of wisdom:

"Come on, show me first."

When the power of blue thunder appeared in Fang Chen's palm, before everyone could react, Lao Fei immediately shouted:

"It's you!"

As for the other four, he was too lazy to look at them, lest the elite in front of him be snatched away.

Magical powers with thunder attributes are very popular in all war zones!

"It's actually the thunder power..."

Weng Lang was a little surprised.

His deputies stood up again at this moment, intending to compete with Lao Fei, but were eventually suppressed by Weng Lang.

"I say one means one. If I let the old fat man choose first, let him choose first."

"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss."

The old man chuckled, and then began to select the remaining seventy-nine people.

Shi Zhan saw the other party making a provocation without even looking in his direction. He suddenly became anxious. He took the initiative to take a step forward and said:

"Sir, choose me."

"Choose you?"

The old man couldn't help but smile and looked Shi Zhan up and down, "Why?"

"I-I'm better than them all!"

The master was impatient, and immediately used his magical power, and billowing flames swept out.

The profoundness of his cultivation is indeed much better than that of ordinary awakening level supernatural beings.

"Okay, it's you."

The old fat man's eyes lit up and he stopped talking nonsense.

Shi Zhan suppressed the joy in his heart and pretended to be calm and said to Fang Chen:

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please give me more advice in the future."

"Um."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"It turned out that I wanted to follow this kid. It seems that this kid is indeed very powerful."

The old man saw the clues, and a smile flashed in his eyes. After choosing the people, he said goodbye to Weng Lang, and then left with Fang Chen and others.

"Let me tell you about my situation there. I am responsible for guarding a spiritual mine, and I always have to face the nuisance of the Yan tribe.

There will be almost three days of small fights and ten days of big fights. If you can perform well, I will let you join the Luoxue League in advance and receive your salary.

If you don't perform well, just wait. Maybe you won't get half a penny in ten or eight years. "

The old fat man laughed.

Everyone was shocked, and Shi Zhan asked:

“What does it mean to be well behaved?”