After a three-day assessment, Zhou Jin did not let down his strength, but chose to be low-key. He squeezed into the main battle camp with his physical strength and high-level armor and did not fight again. What the legion needs is the quota, not to rank the ranking, but to supplement the amount of the main battle camp's losses.

With the selected main battle camp personnel, Qin Wujiu flew all the way to the main battle camp. The vast camp gradually became active with the arrival of ships.

"Qin Wujiu, deputy commander under the training camp, escorted the main battle camp personnel this time to report." After getting off the ship, Qin Wujiu came to a big tent. "Come in." A gentle voice came, and then Qin Wujiu passed the guards to the big tent. "This is the list of main battles this time." Looking at Ren Xingyun who was looking at the map in front of him, Qin Wujiu slowly handed over the list. The guard standing on the side took it and handed it to Ren Xingyun.

Looking at the two marked out, Ren Xingyun nodded: "This time you have gained a lot. Some of the other deputy commanders in the training camp are hard to find, but you can actually meet two at a time, or you have been awakened from the innate fighting spirit for ten days. If you tell me this, I probably don't know how many sticks you want to knock on the back. I suggest you be careful next time you go out."

"Zhi Ling is joking, can you still avoid it? At most I will go back and buy more wines to prepare." Qin Wujiu admitted his words, and he couldn't afford to offend him. Who asked himself to take all the benefits by himself? "Ha, go, get another 10% of the original reward, I'll invite this customer for you." "Thank you Zhi Ling, Qin Wujiu, thank you. Qin Wujiu, after Qin Wujiu retreated, Ren Xingyun picked up the pen and cut the two on the list: "You can arrange these two people in person, and follow the rules of the army." The personal guard on the side took the list and nodded and replied, then stepped down.

Looking at his teammates around him, Zhou Jin understood that they were companions on his battlefield who could be entrusted with their lives. "I am Zhou Jin, like you, are newcomers, what are your names?" Shilang Chenyun replied, "Shilang Chenyun." Hearing this, he turned around Shilang Chenyun. It's okay, why are there not many ugly people in Confucianism, and then looked at the next one.

"Ren Yu Pingsheng" didn't need Zhou Jin to ask, Ren Yu Pingsheng answered loudly. It was no bad, this looked a bit strong, and then looked at the one behind. He also gave an answer before Zhou Jin asked Lanling Shidao, "Lanling Shidao".

Zhou Jin, who looked around, said, "Why aren't any of you three who looks better than me?" The three of you were instantly petrified when they heard this, and then they gritted their teeth. Xiaoyao, are you waiting?

Zhou Jin and the other four who were directly assigned to the front line thought that everyone was the same as them. However, when the four people arrived at the destination, they looked at the people who walked off the ship one after another behind them. They were all in the innate realm. The aura around them was not wrong, but in the innate realm. No, after looking at each other, they immediately looked at the person who was escorting them to come.

"Senior brother, we seem to have gone wrong." Looking at the guard brother with a cold and arrogant look, Zhou Jin went up and said weakly. He glanced at the four people, and Qi Donglai said, "It's not wrong, the front line of people who awaken the innate fighting spirit is your only destination." Then he handed over the list with the person who handed over and stepped onto the warship and left, leaving four people confused.

However, the person who handed over did not give them any chance to digest: "I am Ningyulou, the commander under the third party of the Black Dragon Army's Selection Battalion. From this moment on, you are my Ningyulou. Come and take them down."

Looking at the thirteen people in front of me, the thirteen awakening realms, Luoye Fenghua was a headache. Such a low level could be of no use on the battlefield. What else could they fight besides defense warfare? Whether they could shoot the innate crossbow is a problem.

However, he had no tricks assigned by the legion, but why did all these rookies throw them to him? Isn’t it just that the defensive battle was a little more beautiful? On a mountain, Luoye Fenghua threw them in a secret rock position that was dug and built: "You thirteen are here, and you can just let you go with cold arrows. In short, just make sure you can survive. You don’t ask you to kill the enemy, but at least you can’t drag your back. Choose a sergeant. This is a communicator, and you can just take the selected person." Luoye Fenghua left.

After Luoye Fenghua left, Zhou Jin walked forward, reached out to grab the communicator, and then threw it into the Sumika Ring. "It's all awakening the world. I advocate that whoever is handsome will be the leader in an hour. If you have any opinions, you can mention it." "Ha, it depends on your face, it's interesting, I agree." "I have no objection, let's set up a formation." Seeing that everyone had no objection, Zhou Jin set up a formation to cover his breath.

As the formation was laid, Zhou Jin released his qi and blood, and the qi and blood on everyone's body were no longer suppressed as Zhou Jin's qi and blood were opened. The internal strength was full and his figure transformed. Zhou Jin was the first to rush into the crowd, and his every move was attacking everyone with a powerful power. The passionate collision suddenly opened the curtain of melee.

After hitting him with the last punch on Shi Lang Chenyun, who was noisy in fighting, Zhou Jin looked at the twelve people lying down around and nodded, very satisfied with the result. He Zhou Jin was not sure that he would fight with you physically, so don’t make fun of him. The talented and combat skills of advanced beasts are like drinking water. If Zhou Jin can’t beat these vegetarian eggs after Qi Tianwu’s body practice, what kind of face does he have to go to the battlefield?

After a while, everyone who recovered looked at Zhou Jin, who was still wearing a Confucian dress in front of him, gritted their teeth. This guy was too vulgar. He was obviously very powerful and even had a sneak attack. In the end, the twelve people actually let him fall down alone. It was so embarrassing.

In the early stage, as long as one of them could not resist him, he would go up and finish the fight. In the end, everyone realized that it was too late without realizing it. The physical exhaustion and most of the people who were knocked down in front were unrealistic to think of a group fight. This guy must have practiced slapping in the face, otherwise he would not be so cruel and accurate and hurt him so much.

"Oh, I was all knocked down by accident. Sure enough, I am the most handsome among the crowd." Everyone who heard this turned their faces away and didn't want to pay attention to this guy.

"Oh, you see, I am also a person who is the one who takes me. It's not too much to call me a cool name. How about it? You can choose to call me the Thirteen Thieves. How about it? Choose one." Everyone who heard this was so upset. The Confucian dress on this guy was so annoying. He is really a Confucian disciple?

Why did the Confucian Church, which is a conservative scholar, produce such a good product? Which organization under the Confucianism can train such a top-notch? However, looking at Zhou Jin whom you don’t choose, I will choose, everyone can only choose Twelve Tianfengs.

In the evening, looking at Zhou Jin, who was graceful and elegant with a serious face, everyone was heartbroken. Is the person in front of them really the same person as they think? "What do you think? Don't you?" He expressed his misunderstanding. He thought too much about everything before, but he was still this bitch. Even if he painted an intermediate inscription array, it could not hide the fact that this guy was a bitch.
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