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Chapter 274
Chapter 273 Boarding the ship to kill power, breaking up the team
Seeing the boat on the sea, Yang Qing and a group of people landed directly.

On the battleship, there was a group of monks neatly lined up, not many people, only a small team of more than ten people.

But it's just these ten or so people, but the momentum formed is far superior to that of Yang Qing and hundreds of people. This is a person who has experienced many battles!
This group of people had no expression on their faces, only the aura of iron and blood rose to the sky.

This momentum made Yang Qing and the others quiet down, no one dared to make a sound!
"Board!"

On the battleship, a monk who was the strongest in the line of ten yelled loudly.

This person is obviously only a cultivator at the Spiritual Core Realm, but this loud shout shocked Yang Qing and the group of people in unison!
Under this loud shout, some people even almost lost their standing and fell down.

Then, a group of people landed on the battleship with heavy complexions. Before everyone clasped their fists to pay respects, the dozen or so monks showed strange smiles in unison.

In the next second, the dozen or so people suddenly dispersed!

Roar!
In the next second, a third-rank dragon demon king rushed out from the place where they scattered, with huge claws sticking out, and green venom sprayed out from the mouth!

"Monster!"

"careful!"

boom!
Bang!
In an instant, a group of people made a mess. One of the disciples who bore the brunt was directly vomited blood by the third-rank demon king, and the other was directly sprayed with venom, and his face was instantly corroded!

Just a face-to-face will hurt someone.

However, the dozen or so Spiritual Core Realm cultivators on the battleship watched this scene calmly.

But in the next second, Yang Qing and the group came back to their senses.

Among the crowd, Wang Ying snorted coldly: "Stand back!"

After the words fell, he suddenly rushed out of the crowd, raised his hand and threw a spell.

In addition to him, there were also a few more powerful spiritual alchemy disciples rushing out beside Yang Qing, and all kinds of spells were blasted out!
Boom!

Under the joint bombardment of several people, this dragon monster that was obviously injured before was instantly wiped out, and the huge corpse crashed onto the battleship.

The warship suddenly shook violently, and everyone was still in shock!
They didn't expect that there was a monster hiding on board just after boarding the ship, and it was a third-rank monster king, a monster of the same realm as them!
A face-to-face meeting, even if no one died, but two people were seriously injured!
Obviously, the monster just now was brought by these dozen or so monks, and they deliberately gave this group of newcomers a bad start!

A group of people who were still in shock at the scene saw that the other party was only a disciple of the Spiritual Core Realm, and immediately snorted dissatisfiedly: "Get off your horse?"

"Fortunately no one died, otherwise..."

Until this moment, the leader of the spiritual core cultivator on the battleship came over with a cold expression: "What else? I'm not afraid to tell you that even if you all died just now, we won't feel guilty at all! Don't forget , this is the battlefield!"

As soon as the voice came out, a group of disciples who had just arrived at the scene all had ugly faces, but no one dared to refute.

This is not a sect, not a place to be pampered, this is a battlefield, and death is the main theme!

The dozen or so Spiritual Core Realm cultivators on the battleship all watched with cold eyes, without any fluctuations on their faces.

This scene seemed to be commonplace, and it couldn't be more normal for them.

Seeing that a group of disciples who had just arrived were still in shock, the leading disciple snorted again:
"This is the normal state above the sea. You never know when and on what occasion your opponent will appear, and you never know whether you can see the sun tomorrow!"

As he said that, his aura suddenly rose: "You should be grateful, not complain!"

"We prepared it for you this time. If it is really a monster attack, with your vigilance and combat power, I wouldn't be surprised if they all died!"

"Genius? Hehe, yes, you may all be brilliant geniuses in the sect!"

"But I want to tell you that there are no geniuses here, there are only two kinds of people, one is the living and the other is the dead!"

"Genius is useless here, even if you are dead, you are useless no matter how evil you are!"

"Here, living is the ultimate goal!"

Following the monk's words, all the new disciples at the scene fell silent.

Yang Qing also frowned slightly. This mighty look was a little too much for others, but for Yang Qing, it was understandable.

In the Tianwu Continent, he once went into the sea to fight monsters, and he was also facing life and death all the time.

But beside him, this group of spiritual alchemy disciples are all pampered and used to staying in the sect. It may be difficult to adapt to this scene for a while.

After the leader disciple on the battleship scolded him, he didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly took out a booklet:

"I am Mao Xinglin, Corporal Chief, you can call me by name directly, or you can call me Corporal Chief, there is no senior brother here!"

After introducing himself, Mao Xinglin waved his hand directly: "The registration will start now!"

The ship set off slowly and headed for the deep sea.

A group of spirit pill realm disciples who just arrived, everyone has registered.

The severance just now is not only a severance, but also a test.

Mao Xinglin and his group of veterans saw their reactions to the monsters.

Then, after the registration was completed, Mao Xinglin began to announce the whereabouts of everyone.

"Wang Ying, join the No. 9 combat team!"

"Cai Heng, join the No. 7 combat team!"

"Li Jin, join the No. 10 city defense team!"

……

Everyone has made plans in advance.

But some people have opinions: "Why am I included in the combat team?"

Mao Xinglin's eyes swept over instantly, and the disciple who spoke suddenly trembled.

"Let me say it one last time, this is a battlefield, not a sect, not your home!"

"Land order and prohibition are the basic rules here. As for your grouping, it is only temporary. Everyone must go to the front line!"

"If you want to be free and don't want to be commanded, that's fine. The conditions are very simple. You just need to become a centurion and have millions of military merits!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone became quiet again, even if they were not convinced at this moment, they could only shut up obediently.

This is a battlefield, if it was a beep beep, a beating would probably be light!
After Mao Xinglin finished speaking, no one had any objections.

When you get here, even if you are a dragon in the sect, you will have to coil yourself!

Soon, everyone was assigned, and in the end only Yang Qing was not assigned.

Mao Xinglin looked at Yang Qing: "Yang Qing..."

Seeing Yang Qing, he was taken aback for a moment: "Spirit base?"

Shaking his head slightly, Mao Xinglin finally said: "Join the cleaning team, which is my team!"

Then, Mao Xinglin glanced at the crowd with bright eyes: "Remember your own team, when you arrive at Island No. [-] later, someone will come to meet you!"

All the disciples who came to support here have been dispersed and organized into different teams.

Mao Xinglin also made it very clear that no matter who you are here, you have to obey orders.

If you want to be free, you can act alone, you can make millions of military achievements, and become a centurion!
Then, everyone dispersed, waiting for the ship to arrive at the so-called No. [-] island.

Yang Qing found the organization directly and came to Mao Xinglin's side.

But Mao Xinglin glanced at Yang Qing, but curled his lips in dissatisfaction!
(End of this chapter)