Nine turns immortal

"Is this what Elder Yujian said about the elite army of the Immortal Court, the Ruijia Battalion?"

Regarding this point, Wang Gan was deeply skeptical. What he saw in front of him had nothing to do with the so-called elites. Did the mob just flatter these people?

With a wry smile, although Wang Gan didn't quite know why he was inexplicably brought to this sharp armor camp this time, he also knew that the driving force behind it might not be good intentions. △↗ Top Vertex Novels,

Boom, stomping his foot, the entire military tent buzzed and trembled, the movement was not small, and these people finally woke up.

"who?"

"Who disturbed my sleep?"

There was a messy roar, and everyone in the military tent jumped up, and pairs of annoyed eyes flicked around.

Wang Gan was also taken aback. These people looked like a mob when they were asleep, but when they woke up now, a tragic breath, the indifference of the rest of their lives, filled the military tent in an instant, and the air seemed to be heavy .

"Huh? Am I mistaken? These people are really the legendary elite? Their cultivation is not bad."

Talking to himself, he also found that all the people in this military tent have good cultivation, most of them are in the peak of the real fairy realm, and there is a middle-aged man who is half a step into the golden fairy realm.

"Boy, who are you? What's the matter here?",

The middle-aged half-step golden fairy, staggering, came to Wang Qian in a moment, and looked straight at him with a pair of sleepy eyes.

"Wang Gan, the holy son of the Taibai Sword Sect, report to the Ruijia Camp!"

Wang Gan said calmly.

"What? The Saint of Taibai Sword Sect? Good, good!"

The middle-aged man's eyes cleared up, and he said two good words again and again, which made Wang Gan a little puzzled, not knowing what he meant.

"Haha, this kid is the holy son of Taibai Sword Sect? These sects still look so disgusting, is this asking him to die?"

"That's right, I think it's the same. After so many times, those holy sons came to us, how many survived?"

Many people sat on the ground of the military tent, laughed loudly, and looked at Wang Gan with pity in their eyes.

Frowning, Wang Gan ignored the jokes of these people.

"Excuse me, where is the leader of the Sharp Armor Battalion?"

In Wang Gan's view, since he has already come to this military camp, that's all he can do. It's useless to think about other things.

"You mean commander? Boy, our Ruijia Camp is a death camp. Most of them are robbers and criminals from all over the fairy world. Where is there a commander? When war comes, just go to the most dangerous place to fight. If you die, then Get rid of it as soon as possible, those who survived, continue to wait for death, you said that in such a situation, what kind of leader do you need?"

The middle-aged man's face was full of decadence, his needle-like beard was disheveled, he murmured a few words, then swayed to the side, intending to continue to lie down and sleep.

"What? The entire camp doesn't even have a commander, so it's completely disorganized?"

Wang Gan couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. I'm afraid this so-called Ruijia Battalion is really nothing but a name. As a military camp, it doesn't even have a commander. Isn't this a random war?

With a cold snort, Wang Gan didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people, walked out of the military tent, and started wandering around the entire camp.

Soon he walked around the barracks, and got a general understanding of the situation in the sharp armor camp.

There are about 400 people in this sharp armor battalion, most of them are peak true immortals, and there are three or four half-step golden immortals, which can be regarded as a considerable force, but his face is even more serious. Although all of them can be regarded as experienced in many battles, their spirits are shocking, but their spirits are decadent. Almost everyone is in a state of lifelessness, without any spirit.

"This isn't a military camp, it's a cannon fodder camp. I, a holy son, was sent here. It seems that someone really doesn't want me to survive."

Wang Qian's heart was cold, and his eyes were even more murderous. Being arranged in such a military camp, it would be fine if there was no war, but now that the big war is coming, when the time comes, with the situation of the Ruijia Camp, he will participate in a huge and tragic war. It was dangerous everywhere, and the chance of death was too great.

Within three days, Wang Gan didn't do anything, just found a dilapidated military tent, and was quietly thinking about the current situation alone. The situation in the Ruijia Battalion must be changed, otherwise even if he breaks through to the extreme Dai Jinxian, once the war comes, the end will not be any better.

"Hmph, you don't want me to live, I really have to live well, can a mere sharp armor battalion make it hard for me?"

Wang Qian opened his eyes sharply, his cold eyes shot fiercely, and the void rippled, almost being pierced by his eyes. After making up his mind, he stood up, stepped out, and stood at the camp of the Ruijia camp. the central.

With a wave of his hand, he held the broken military flag of the Ruijia Battalion in his hand, and then slammed it fiercely towards the ground. The wind blew, and although the flag was broken, it added a bit of tragic evil spirit.

Stretching out his hand to take out the Chaos Clock, Wang Gan opened his mouth and spewed out a burst of magic power. The small clock the size of his palm trembled slightly, soared into the air, rose against the wind, and became a simple and simple big clock, hanging in the void. The bell rang loudly, and the whole camp was trembling.

The sound of the bell was loud and earth-shattering. In the barracks, everyone felt a terrifying force constantly shaking in their minds, and their ears seemed to be blown out.

Shouts, roars, and curses, the barracks, which was originally silent, suddenly boiled.

Soon, cursing voices came out of the dilapidated military tents. These people were all furious, and they saw Wang Gan standing in the center of the camp with the dilapidated black flag at a glance.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

"It's too presumptuous, I'm sleeping, why are you ringing the bell!"

Pairs of eyes that were about to breathe fire were staring fiercely at Wang Gan's face. In this sharp armor battalion, almost no one was a good person, most of them were robbers, ruthless people, and murderers. Five or six people roared angrily, and a large black spear appeared in their hands, blood-stained, piercing through the void, and came to kill Wang Gan.

The fierce murderous intent and strong evil spirit instantly enveloped the place where Wang Gan was. These people's moves were killing moves, without gorgeous magical channeling skills, and all the power and mana lines were all condensed in the stabbing of the spear.

Smiling slightly, Wang Gan nodded, that's right, those people in the Ruijia camp, who can survive to the present, each one was killed from the sea of ​​blood, and the fighting style is completely different from a group of monks and immortals. A one-hit kill without wasting a single mana.

"Good come!"

Wang Gan grabbed the Chaos Clock with one hand, shook it fiercely, buzzed, waves of Chaos-colored ripples stirred, and the void was shattering in the sound of popping, and the dark spear was directly crushed by the terrible Chaos in an instant. The ripples were twisted into pieces, and the people who made the attack were blown away on the spot, spouting blood, looking pale, and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while, but Wang Gan didn't hold back at all, all of these people were rebellious , It is to establish a strong prestige and hit them hard, otherwise Wang Gan will not be able to do the next thing.