Commanding Wind and Cloud

On the big messy bed, the two women shyly got into the quilt, and looked at Bi Luo, the only one who was not taken down by energy.

"I... I haven't come clean yet..."

Bi Luo said shyly, her body backed up little by little towards the head of the bed.

"Then let's go tonight..." Gu Yue Jiaying smiled: "Today, the three of us don't want to run away."

Sitting vigorously on the bed and looking at Sanmei, he felt that all of this was just a dream. Just now he actually... actually...

"Husband, are you going to meet the people in Zhantang first? Or..." Gu Yue Jiaying looked at Luo Qingqing beside her with a smile in her eyes: "Continue..."

"This..." Qi Jin looked back at the closed door, then at the charming Ermei, and crawled towards the two of them again: "Let them wait a little longer."

The bed board in the room soon made that constant moaning and creaking sound.

It was another cloud and rain, got up vigorously and let Biluo perform the magic of falling into the water, washed her body, and then helped the other two women to get dressed, kissed each of the three on the forehead and walked out of the room.

Duan Feng Bu Er looked at the enthusiasm for walking out of the yard and hurried forward: "You were chatting most of the time just now, right?"

Motivation froze for a moment, then shook his head again and again.

"I can't do it! Your time is too long!" Duanfeng Buer curled his lips, put his arm on the active shoulder and said with a smile: "We are all men, and we should save face. But there should be a limit, right? Admit it, you spend most of your time chatting, right?"

Motivation stopped and looked at Duanfeng Buer and said seriously: "Most of the time, I have been working hard on land reclamation..."

"Damn!" Duan Fengbu'er covered his ears with his hands, shook his head again and again, and kept chanting: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I just don't believe it!"

Check Fleet sneered: "People are different, not everyone has as short a time as you."

"Damn!" Duanfengbuer suddenly let go of his hands and looked at Chekfleet: "You say I am short of time? Concubine, do you want to try how brave and long I am?"

Chekfleet rolled his eyes, glanced at Duan Fengbuer's lower body for the last time, and pouted his mouth forcefully: "Soft goods."

"Damn it! I can't bear it!" Duanfengbu'er grabbed his hair with both hands, looking like he might run away at any moment, which made Mu Nazhence keep laughing: "If you can't bear it, just fuck it."

Fentu Kuangge gave them a blank look, and said calmly: "Dirty..."

"Damn! Dirty?" Duanfeng Buer leaned in front of Fentu Kuangge, raised his head proudly, and looked down at Kuangge's lower body: "Virgins... have no right to speak."

Fentu Kuangge rolled his eyes and landed directly on Mu Nazhence, with the expression that I am not alone but a virgin.

"Cough...cough..." Mu Na Zhen Ce hastily coughed twice: "Sorry, sorry, Kuangge... To be honest, I'm not a virgin either. So..."

Fentu Kuangge's leisurely complexion flushed a little, and he quickly cast his gaze in a further direction.

Checkfleet glanced at Duanfeng Buer and said coldly: "One Minute Boy, how dare you laugh at other virgins..."

"Damn it! Concubine, I'm going crazy..." Duanfeng Buer jumped violently: "I can't bear it! I can't bear it!"

Chekfleet just rolled his eyes and looked at Duofeng Buer with a contemptuous expression, causing Duofeng Buer to jump up and down.

battle hall? Motivation is also a little curious, why did this huge force that has been established in the Zhence Dynasty for countless years suddenly come to me today? What do they think?

"Any other ideas?"

In the lobby, two veterans from the Zhantang looked at each other and smiled wryly. These days, the Zhantang’s momentum is getting weaker and weaker. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. It is no secret that Zhantang dispatched elites from the older generation to sneak attack.

This incident made almost all the fighters' unions very angry, and the public's impression of the Zhantang quickly declined. Whether it was the pharmacy union or the blacksmith's union, they had completely cut off contact with the Zhantang without the order of the chairman, Ke Jin.

If you have money, you can't buy equipment and potions. This is the embarrassing real situation in the battle hall today. Even if His Majesty the Emperor mediates it, the vice presidents and elders of several major trade unions still don't give face.

If this continues, the battle hall may really be destroyed! Nowadays, members of the battle hall have withdrawn from the battle hall and joined the fighter unions in various places.

Because of a little ordinary soldier who had no foundation, the entire battle hall could perish at any time, which made everyone in the battle hall feel unbelievable.

negotiation? The two old men looked at each other again and smiled wryly. This time, they came to him to surrender rather than looking for energy to negotiate. They just hoped to win more benefits during the negotiation. As long as the foundation of the battle hall can be maintained, even...even...

Even if you give the whole battlefield to Qi Jin! does not matter!

This is the final decision of all Zhantang executives. Instead of letting Zhantang decline day by day until it finally disappears, it is better to hand over Zhantang to truly capable people for development.

After all, the original creation of Zhantang was not made by any ordinary fighter. Its purpose was to make ordinary fighters have more status and live a better life.

Now, the controllers of the Zhantang can no longer continue to lead the big ship of Zhantang, so it is time for a new helm.

Of course, if it is possible to obtain a group of soul soldiers without surrendering the control of the battle hall... The two old men looked at each other and smiled, this is also the ultimate goal they hope to achieve here.

However, now it seems that this goal may not be easy to achieve... The old people have already felt that their motivation is not like other fighters, who immediately ran out to meet the people from the battle hall when they heard the people coming.

understand! The two old soldiers also understood the way of motivation. If they were attacked by the war hall, it would be a shame if they heard that someone from the war hall came again and didn't come to the door with a knife.

All the people appeared noisyly in the reception hall of the Warrior Federation of Trade Unions, which is the most important place for the Federation of Trade Unions to receive guests.

Two old men with the word "war" embroidered on their chests, and four young and somewhat heroic young warriors stood behind the old man, with eight eyes fixed on Mo Jin, and a wave of anger could be clearly seen in the pupils.

The elite old fighters in the Zhantang last time did not die on the battlefield of humans and demons. Instead, they were all beaten to death together.

Those are all warriors who have killed countless demons for the Zhence Dynasty, and those are all warriors with glory flowing from every drop of blood!

Why kill them if they didn't kill you? Every time the soldiers in the battle hall talk about motivation, they always talk like this and are puzzled.

Seeing the appearance of Ke Jin, the two old men stopped chatting immediately, got up slowly accompanied by four young soldiers, and nodded slightly to Gan Jin with a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

Bowing vigorously and bowing, he paid tribute to these veteran soldiers who sacrificed their lives and blood on the battlefield of humans and demons. There was not much embarrassment on his face: "I don't know, what is Zhantang looking for me for?"

As Gan Jin said, he was already sitting on the master's seat. As the future president of the Fighters Federation and the presidents of several major trade unions, his status would not be inferior to others except His Majesty the Emperor.

The four young warriors saw the energetic sitting on the master's seat, their complexions sank, and the grudges on their bodies flickered with dissatisfaction and hostility.

He didn't even raise his eyelids, and didn't pay attention to the four young fighters from the battle hall. Every year in the Zhence Dynasty, outstanding young fighters entered the battle hall. Almost all ordinary fighters were proud of being able to enter it. Seeing that their ancestors did not sit on the highest master's seat, it was normal to feel emotional.

only? He rolled his eyes vigorously, what does that have to do with me? If the battle hall didn't assassinate me that day, then it's okay for me to politely give up my seat. Since the two sides also have blood feuds in their hands, continuing to pretend will show that I am not magnanimous enough.

"Our Zhantang came to look for Chairman Gan Jin this time, in fact, we wanted to talk about cooperation with Chairman Gan."

A gray-haired old soldier twirled his fingers around the teacup with a little anxiety. Everyone still remembered the assassination before, so it was impossible to pretend that it never happened.

"Cooperation?" Motivation raised his eyebrows: "I don't know how Zhantang wants to cooperate with me?"

The four young soldiers looked at Qian Jin's indifferent expression, and their gloomy faces were almost covered with the prelude of a thunderstorm. It was always outsiders who came to Zhantang to cooperate. Today, Zhantang took the initiative to cooperate with you regardless of the previous enmity. How could they show such a nonchalant attitude?

The old soldier's expression gradually became tense: "We...need a group of soul soldiers..."

"Soul Soldiers?" The enthusiasm increased, and the voice also raised: "Is it still a batch?"

The old soldier's expression became even more embarrassing. This request was indeed very, very excessive, but those who dare to say that they can forge soul soldiers are only motivated, and besides him, two soldiers have already become holy.

"It's not that I won't give you a reward!" A young soldier finally couldn't help but said: "In our battle hall, we never take advantage of others, just tell us what reward you want."

The smile on Qian Jin's face showed a happier side, but the young soldier who spoke only had disdain in his eyes: "Why? You laughed when you heard the reward? Don't worry, as long as you make soul soldiers, we will give you double reward..."

"Save those rewards for yourself to buy a cemetery." Duan Fengbuer coldly interrupted the words of the warriors in the war hall: "What do you forge soul soldiers for you? Make you holy? And then turn your head to assassinate motivation? Reward? Hehe, I reward you with a face!"

The complexion of the young soldier in the battle hall froze suddenly, and then anger and displeasure erupted between his brows, and the fighting spirit generated by Dou Xin swelled out again and again: "What are you..."

Before the soldier finished speaking, the top fighting spirit of Duan Fengbuer Hydra bloodline fighter came out with a bang, and the holy-level fighting skill [Freedom] sent by Qi Jin appeared directly in front of the opponent.

boom!

Duan Feng Bu Er threw the man on the ground, and returned to his original position again, the whole speed was extremely fast, as if he had never acted at all.

Although he has not become a saint, Duanfengbuer's strength has skyrocketed again and again. In front of him, an ordinary semi-saint fighter is definitely a rookie level, let alone just a warrior with fighting spirit.

"What am I, do you know now?" Duanfengbuer looked at the other party's teeth that had been knocked out and fell to the ground: "Now tell me, what are you? Complaining against motivation? Do you think you are me?"

The young fighter who was slapped was completely stunned, and he was one of the talented fighters, otherwise he would not have been favored by the battle hall, but he was slapped by a fighter younger than him, and he had no ability to fight back!

Although... Although the opponent is a blood warrior... But this result is too shocking.

"Blood Warrior?"

The two old fighters looked at Duan Feng Bu Er in surprise. This tyrannical power rookie king competition, who might be able to stand out in the competition, is actually beside Qian Jin?

"What? Do you want to make a move?" Fentu Kuangge stepped forward, looking at the other three ordinary young fighters who wanted to make a move: "If you don't want to die, just sit down!"

With a roar like thunder, two powerful fighting spirits burst out of their bodies. The three young fighters were completely dumbfounded when they saw the fighting spirit power emanating from the ordinary fighter who was younger than themselves, and it was the power of dual fighting spirits.

Listening to the roar of Fentu Kuangge, three young outstanding ordinary soldiers sat directly on the stools, staring blankly at Fentu Kuangge.

"Double soul fighting? Ordinary fighters?"

The shock on the faces of the two veterans turned into astonishment, they looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes, how could they have a fighting spirit at such an age? Could it be the inheritance of the fighting spirit?

"impossible……"

One of the old men shook his head again and again. Dou Xin and Jin Jin Dou Xin can be passed on through a special life-gambling inheritance through close relatives, but fighting spirits can never be passed on!

However, the Fentu Kuangge in front of him was too young! If it wasn't for the inheritance of fighting spirits, the old people really couldn't figure out what was going on, not to mention why it was the fighting spirit level, and it was still the absolute top fighting spirit level, and its tyrannical strength was not even inferior to the strength of the previous Hydra bloodline.

"I don't lack that little material..." Mo Jin shook his head very simply, he would never do such a thing as being an enemy, if the other party really came to assassinate him, the result would be very, very hard to say.

"Our battle hall knows that there seems to be a bit of a festival between the leader and the cadres of the elf king's blood." The white-haired veteran stood up slowly: "Our battle hall also has its own strength, and we can stand on the side of the leader as a support to exchange soul soldiers. You should know that our battle hall is neutral in everything, this time..."

Mo Jin just looked at the old man in the battle hall with a smile, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, without saying a word, the sound of rhythmic fingers hitting the table resounded in the room.

The old man gradually began to be unable to sit still. The support of the Zhantang was always a great help to any force, but it was really not a big help when it came to energy.

The Zhence Dynasty's fighting spirit-level ordinary fighters are not only owned by Zhantang, other forces also have ordinary fighters with top-level fighting spirit strength, and a soul soldier is almost enough for any ordinary fighter at the top of the fighting spirit to stand on the side of motivation without any consideration.

"All right……"

The old man in the battle hall sighed, looked at another old man, and sighed again: "We also thought about it, you might not be satisfied with this situation. So, we thought about it, if you want, then the leader of the battle hall is yours."

"What?"

The bodies of the three still sober young fighters shook at the same time, and they looked in astonishment as if they had just kept calm.

The leader of the battle hall! this age? The leader of the battle hall?

The three young soldiers were so startled that they almost bit their lips, how old are they!

"Since Zhantang has such an idea, why don't you tell me earlier." Mu Na Zhence shook his fan and walked to Gan Jin's side: "Look at you, if you make such a condition from the beginning, how harmonious your relationship will be? You have lived for such a long time, and you don't know that the first talk is sincerity, and the second talk is business? Sincerity has affection, and business... Hehe..."

The dull Zhence's laughter was full of frivolity, and the two elders of the Zhantang looked at each other with wry smiles. In fact, they knew that this was likely to happen, but as Zhantang people, they always hoped to save some face for Zhantang.

"Okay! Then I agree to come down for Gan Jin." Mu Nazhence dragged a chair by himself and said, "You can go to Luo Qingqing to go through the handover procedures and so on. She is Qi Jin's wife, and she has more experience and talent in this area. If you hand over to Qi Jin, I'm afraid it will take a while."

In addition to a wry smile, he still has a wry smile. Although he is not suitable for business, he is not good enough, right?

The two veterans in the battle hall looked at Gan Jin curiously, and asked with puzzled eyes, can the words of Mu Mu Zhen Ce really make the decision for Gan Jin?

The matter of the battle hall is not a small matter. Although its importance is not as important as the handover of the emperor, every time it changes, not only the royal family of the Zhence Dynasty will pay great attention, but the demons will also pay close attention to the change of the leadership of the battle hall.

"His words are mine." Motivation shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Everyone can exchange their lives. What can't be exchanged for such a small matter?

After the eyes of the two old men in the battle hall were surprised, envy appeared again. Apart from envy or envy, only a true life-and-death acquaintance, only those who have truly experienced countless times of life and death on the battlefield, can know how precious a friendship and relationship is.

The young fighters in the battle hall had sneers on their lips. Anyone would agree to this situation. Their enthusiasm is just to find someone to take the next step. As for really making decisions for the other party? What are you kidding? Do you dare to let the person who just spoke directly become the new leader of the battle hall?

"Kuangge, I'd like to entrust the Fentu family to accept the matter." Turning his head to look at the silent Fentu Kuangge: "Qingqing's business is okay, but managing the battle hall is definitely impossible. I can't really manage the battle hall, but someone must integrate it. The Fentu family has gone through countless years, so it shouldn't be difficult to absorb the battle hall, right?"

"Absorb the Battle Hall?"

The two elders of the battle hall suddenly stood up, looking at the enthusiasm in disbelief, with unspeakable sadness and sadness flashing in their eyes, if the Fentu family came to absorb the battle hall, then the battle hall would really not exist!

"Is there any problem?" The aggressive attitude has always remained calm: "Aren't I the leader of the battle hall?"

The two old men let out a powerless sigh in their hearts, and they sat on the chair as if they had collapsed, staring at the ceiling dully, the corners of their lips were bitter but unspeakable.

The Zhantang has indeed become weaker and weaker over the past few hundred years. A few decades ago, the Three Heroes of the Zhantang finally appeared, but because of some things, they became sinking again.

If it's just like this, Zhantang can still continue to maintain, after all, Zhantang's reputation is still very strong.

However, at this point in time, an ordinary soldier called Momentum appeared. He rose rapidly like a comet, and soon became the leader of several major forces. At the same time, he told everyone that he was an ordinary soldier, and a very powerful ordinary soldier.

The appearance of this ordinary soldier was completely opposite to Zhantang's current development strategy, which aroused Zhantang's desire to eliminate him.

This is also the helplessness of Zhantang! Ordinary fighters still have a lot of desire to challenge the bloodline fighters, but the route of the battle hall has begun to change. If the enthusiasm exists, the reputation of the battle hall will be completely destroyed.

The holy soul soldier became the last straw that crushed the battle hall.

Motivation can forge holy soul soldiers. Motivation has announced to Zhence Dynasty, Demon Race, or Barbarian Race that they will challenge blood warriors as ordinary fighters.

In this way, if the ordinary fighters follow the motivated people, there will definitely be new holy fighters appearing, giving hope to more ordinary fighters, and the blow to the battle hall will be fatal at that time.

Killing is pretty much the only option in that situation.

But the result of this choice is full of cruelty!

The drive is still alive, and it is more powerful and tyrannical than before, and its reputation is constantly improving.

Just yesterday, I was working hard at the Master Craftsmanship Competition in Shendu... forging soul soldiers with my own hands to overwhelm the current number one blacksmithing master.

Under such circumstances, there are only two paths for Zhantang, one is to be completely destroyed, to be destroyed by the rise of energy.

The other is to become a force of motivation... At least in this way, there is another form of the battle hall.

The three young battle hall fighters were all stunned, that's it? easy? Transferring such a huge force as Zhantang to the Fentu Family? Is this motivation crazy?

"Okay, I'll go back and say hello to my family." Fentu Kuangge's attitude remained indifferent as well, as if what Qijin was talking to him about just now was not the acceptance of a powerful force, but the value of a copper coin that Qiqi had just given him.

ps: Today's two-in-one, the one above is to make up for yesterday's two-in-one,