Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2880 Night crying ghost, Ye Cang! (2 more)
"Cough cough..."

Ling Feng shook his head, "Yan'er, you heard it too, Xiaofeng Camp is a place dedicated to carrying out dangerous missions, so you stay here and take care of my house."

"I'm not as weak as you think!" Tuoba Yan was obviously not convinced.

"Your Huangquan body is naturally not weak, but it will take some time to discover your own potential."

Ling Feng persuaded with a smile: "You stay here and practice hard. Besides, my Lingjian Peak can't be taken care of by someone, right?"

"whispering sound!"

Tuobayan gave Ling Feng an angry look, how could she not know that Ling Feng was just bluffing her, but she also wanted to understand one thing, she couldn't be Ling Feng's burden every time.

Staying in Lingjian Peak, relying on the aura here, her strength will definitely be able to improve rapidly.

……

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

The conscription order for Yuanshen Temple also arrived as scheduled.

In Yuanshen Temple, besides Xiaofengying, there are several other camps, such as Yuanshen Guards, who are mainly responsible for guarding the various branches of Yuanshen Temple and arranging city defenses. They belong to the Yuanshen Temple and have the largest number , but the status is relatively low.

In addition, there are the Divine Sword Battalion, the Divine Fire Battalion, and the Shentian Battalion. These three major corps have a strong coloring of the three upper-level protoss, but they belong to the Tai'a protoss, Jiuli protoss, and Haotian protoss respectively.

The other is the relatively neutral Yuanshen Xiaoqi Battalion, which is in charge of fighting against the Yaozu all the year round.

Other than that, it is the Xiaofeng Battalion, which is the most mysterious, has the fewest number, and performs the most difficult missions.

The conscription order will be open to all protoss under the Yuanshen Temple alliance. After some tests, the applicants will be assigned according to their volunteers and personal abilities.

Of course, this also involves the number of recommended places, and the warriors who get the recommended places will be given priority, but it mainly depends on their own strength.

As soon as the conscription order is issued, many disciples will naturally sign up to participate.

In order to prevent too many people from signing up, the conscription order also made restrictions. For high-level protoss like the Fengmo God Clan, there are only [-] places at most.

This is just for registration. As for how many people will be hired in the end, it is hard to say.

However, once hired and able to sneak into the Yuanshen Palace, it will immediately be worth a hundred times. After all, a major criterion for measuring the overall strength of the major protoss is how many disciples there are in the Yuanshen Palace.

When the time came, the entire Zhongyuan Domain and the major protoss began to get busy for this conscription ceremony.

Among the Demon Sealing God Clan, almost 3000 people signed up, but in the end, only 500 people were screened out.

Ling Feng's quota has already been determined by default, and he will be sent directly to Xiaofeng Battalion, this truly elite regiment.

In addition to Ling Feng, there were ten other pre-determined quotas, and Yan Jinghong was among them.

This guy does have a few brushes, and, after refining the soul crystal that Ling Feng gave him, he managed to condense the divine patterns of the Xuntian clan.

Of course, it's just an incomplete divine pattern, not only incomplete, but also very bleak.

However, even if the gods of the Xuntian clan were to do it again, it would instantly kill the gods of the lower realms. The abilities given to him by his gods would never be inferior to those of the three high-ranking gods.

Therefore, Yan Jinghong's cheap master also gave him a place.

The registration period is only three days in total.

Three days later, the quota of [-] people was determined, and they were sent to different god domains according to the allocation situation.

For example, the Yuanshen guard camp can be sent directly to the branch of Yuanshen Temple in the main city, while the recruits of Shenhuoying need to be sent to Jiuli God Realm for training.

The Xiaofeng camp that Ling Feng and the others were going to was actually not in the inland area of ​​the Zhongyuan domain, but in a sea area, because the domain name of that sea area was the sea of ​​Xiaofeng, and Xiaofeng camp got its name from that.

The Xiaofeng island group where the Xiaofeng camp is located is a relatively independent small island, not too far from the whirlpool island, and the reason why it was established in the open sea is to prevent the fallen gods from entering the Zhongyuan domain.

The old lair of the Fallen Protoss is in the Sea of ​​Curved Realm, while the base camp of Xiaofeng Camp is just outside the Sea of ​​Curved Realm, like a city wall, firmly sealing the Fallen Protoss within the Sea of ​​Curved Realm.

"Yo, not bad, Yan Jinghong, it seems that you are doing well."

Seeing that Yan Jinghong was also among the top ten escorted disciples, Ling Feng couldn't help laughing. It seemed that this guy would also join Xiaofeng Camp with him.

"Humph!"

Yan Jinghong's expression was not very good-looking, he just snorted coldly and said: "If some people are banned by then, it will be a shame."

Ling Feng shrugged and smiled, "Some people, don't forget your identity. Are you still my follower now? Should the follower salute when he sees his master?"

Yan Jinghong clenched his fists, but he could only lower his noble head.

There is no way, who made him still owe Ling Feng a large sum of money!

Not long after, under the waiting of everyone, the people from Xiao Feng Camp came.

The officer who came to guide the recruits to Xiaofeng Camp was a one-eyed man, and he was also the last batch of officers who came to test the recruits, while the officers from other major camps had already left with the recruits.

All ten disciples who had been nominated were gathered in the hall, and there were several elders of the Demon Sealing God Clan in the hall. When facing the one-eyed officer, their attitude was respectful and they did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

"You, come out!"

The one-eyed officer scanned the crowd, pointed to No. 1 disciple on the right, and asked him to come out.

That disciple is a direct disciple of the Fengmo God Clan, and his talent is not bad in all aspects, so he also got a recommendation spot.

"boom!"

The one-eyed officer punched the young man's chest, and with a bang, the young man was sent flying out, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Sir, you?"

The boy looked at the one-eyed officer with a puzzled expression, not understanding what happened.

"You are not qualified."

The one-eyed officer looked indifferent, and pointed to the person next to him. The disciple had just walked out, but the one-eyed officer punched him again without saying a word.

"puff!"

The disciple vomited blood and flew out, only for the one-eyed officer to say: Unqualified!
Everyone in the hall looked at the one-eyed officer in a daze. What is the situation? According to the previous rules, even if he is unqualified, he must at least be taken to the Sea of ​​Saofeng for ten days and a half months of intensive training. Check the color again.

And this one-eyed officer said that he was unqualified with one punch, which was too harsh.

"He was right..."

Above the main hall, an elder looked gloomy and said in a low voice: "This guy is the iron-blooded officer known as the 'crying ghost at night', Ye Cang! Why is he so unlucky this year? !"

"Is he the night cry ghost?"

The other elder, who had obviously heard this nickname before, suddenly darkened.

Maybe, this group of newcomers who were sent to Xiaofeng Camp might all be dismissed!

While they were whispering, Ye Cang, the Night Crying Ghost, had punched five disciples in succession until they vomited blood.

Moreover, it was also a cold evaluation: "You, you are not qualified!"

Those disciples were so punched by Ye Cang that they vomited blood and fell to the ground. They couldn't even get up, but they dared not speak out in front of this one-eyed officer.

"why?"

Finally, a disciple wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said bitterly, "You are a strong man in the ancestral realm. Isn't it normal that we can't resist your punch?"

(End of this chapter)