When Muchen stepped into the first floor of the Chuandao Pavilion, he probably couldn't imagine the Dragon Kingdom in another time and space.

At this time, the military, the sports expert team, the Buddhist and Taoist practice team, the underground team, and the social team were all vying for a spot, blushing, slapping the table and staring.

Depending on the formation, he may take action at any time and stage a full-scale martial arts show.

As for whether it will be possible for a human brain to become a dog's brain, we don't know.

"Bang."

The commander of the regiment was named Ge Hong, who was known to have a bad temper.

As soon as he slapped the table, the tea cup on the table trembled three times, and the tea spilled onto the table.

"What are you fighting for?"

"When it comes to fighting, which of my soldiers has not been tested in actual combat?"

"If you mention a special force, the King of Soldiers, I'm bullying you! If I randomly select a top soldier from the Third Army who has been in the army for more than one year, and place him in society to fight five of them one by one, if he dares to lose, I will

Twist his head off!"

An iron camp and flowing soldiers.

The strength of a team is never determined by luck. It is about heritage and historical heritage.

"The seventh interleaved company should have 157 people, but actually there is one!"

One hundred years ago.

This slogan once amazed the world.

One hundred years later.

The soul and bones of this team are still there.

One person can equal an army.

What's more.

Army Commander Ge Hong did not send a large number of soldiers this time. After the Third Army received the order, the entire army competed for selection.

Tens of thousands of soldiers came to the ring.

The warrior king with the lowest score was once the runner-up in the provincial competition.

The legion commander looked around with eagle eyes.

"What are you fighting with me for?"

…

The sports expert team is not convinced!

The Buddhist and Taoist practice team is not convinced!

The underground elite team is not convinced!

The social team is not convinced!

"Is the King of Soldiers amazing?"

"The talents recommended by our team have won national martial arts championships."

"Gold medals are like a forest, and trophies are like crumbs."

"We are from underground black boxing backgrounds. If we really have to fight to the death, our fighting skills and experience will never be weaker than anyone else's!"

…

Sports team.

"Ah."

"After all your talk, it's only limited to domestic competitions?"

"I'm sorry."

"The talents recommended by our team have participated in countless international competitions. Fencing, free fighting... more than a dozen sports, and they have won gold and silver medals."

…

Buddhist and Taoist practice team, the one who came to this meeting is the head of the Taoist ancestral court and Longhu Mountain.

The old man is over seventy years old. He is wearing a Taoist robe and has an immortal air.

He didn't speak until everyone in the meeting had finished expressing their opinions. His words were astonishing, just like the final boss who appeared at the end!

"You may have forgotten one thing."

"Little friend Muchen is in a foreign world, isolated and helpless. The enemy he is fighting to the death is a practitioner."

"Three people come together. Moreover, it is very likely that there will be three foundation building periods."

"Let's talk about it, whether it's a champion or a king of soldiers. Excuse me, who of you has studied the cultivator system? A sword of the immortal can cut down the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. Can you and other mortals beat you? You can fight.

win?"

"At that time, winning or losing will not matter in the death battle."

"But if Muchen loses his life due to the harm, the Dragon Kingdom's national destiny for the next thousand years will be ruined. Who will bear this responsibility?"

The old Taoist priest's tone was not harsh, but it was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, which was deafening and enlightening.

"The closest thing to the system of cultivating immortals is our Buddhist and Taoist cultivation team."

"Although we have not yet come into contact with the methods of immortals, our Dragon Kingdom has been passed down to this day and has thousands of years of civilization. Have you heard of the Tai Chi Liang Yi Sword? Have you ever heard of the roar of the King Kong Lion?"

In one sentence, the dozen or so people asked were speechless.

The old Taoist priest touched his long beard and looked confident.

The suggestion of a fight to the death was made by him.

On the same day.

The old Taoist priest witnessed Shou Yun's sword strike with his own eyes.

Even though Shou Yun alone cannot represent practitioners from other worlds, he can still get a glimpse of it.

That sword was full of spiritual energy and murderous intent.

That sword struck with force and killed people.

There is no sense of beauty.

No moves.

"Practitioners are probably used to winning by realm and dividing life and death by spiritual power."

"The so-called combat skills are mostly lackluster."

The Tai Chi Liang Yi Sword comes out.

People from other worlds may be shocked.

The lion's roar of the Buddhist Vajra is supplemented by spiritual power. Is it as powerful as the one in this novel that shakes the mountains with one roar?

"Everyone, there is no need to argue."

"In this battle, our Buddhist and Taoist practice team will do our part."

"If we lose, the Buddhist sect will burn the golden body, and the Taoist sect will burn the ancestral court."

"From now on, Buddhism and Taoism will be removed."

Wow!

The conference room was filled with a roaring tsunami.

"Old Taoist priest, are you crazy?"

The legion commander, who was confident of victory at the beginning, was now gnashing his teeth and Hanako.

Go crazy.

But what the old Taoist said makes sense.

"Damn, it's a pity it's only three days. Otherwise, if all the elites of our team come together, Muchen is a pig, but he can be taught to fight against all the invincibles in the world."

The words fell.

The conference room suddenly fell silent for a moment, leaving the legion commander stunned.

When he raised his head, he looked at him with angry eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

Cold sweat flowed down the dark cheeks of the legion commander.

"No, I'm in a hurry, am I confused?"

"Muchen is not a pig, I am, I am the pig."

"Damn it, if a dog can't spit out ivory, I'll slap myself."

Snapped.
To be continued...