Bug Master In Doomsday

"The Blue Star Empire in the northern part of Canglang Island has assembled 30,000 pioneer practitioners, 20 officers of the seventh rank, and one commander of the eighth rank. There are more than 200,000 disciples of various sects in the southern islands, and a dozen elders of the seventh rank.. .."

The plans of the two forces that send the most cultivators are far more than simple. If Penglai hadn't limited their number of troops, the empire alone could send two full-strength legions, with more than a hundred or two hundred thousand soldiers in armor. It's easy.

As for the 30,000 cultivator soldiers of the imperial advance team, none of them are lower than Tier 5. They are all true elites who have been slain from the battlefield of blood and fire. What's more, the most important point is that they are Heavy armor, a soldier who understands order, not a mob that swarms on!

At this time, Zhang Nan was in the most luxuriously decorated Zuichun Building on Canglang Island. A long table in front of him was set with hundreds of exquisite knives and delicate delicacies, but the pair of sandalwood chopsticks on his right hand Did not move.

The people at the dinner looked at Zhang Nan's sad expression, and they didn't dare to say anything. They could only lower their heads, hoping for when they could start the meal.

"Mr. Guan... It's already past noon, can we open the table?" An old man with white hair and beard cautiously approached Zhang Nan's side and greeted him.

He is not a gluttony of the delicacies on this table, but he is the deputy of the outside manager except Zhang Nan, who is upright....Can't let so many customers just wait so stupidly. .

Zhang Nan was asked by the white-haired old man’s words. He raised his head and frowned his brows to ease slightly, forced a smile on his face, raised his wine glass and said, "Everyone eat and drink well, I will temporarily I received an urgent matter, so I lost my company first."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. When Zhang Nan left the Zuichun Tower, the noisy voice gradually rang. Zhang Nan, with a sad look on his face, found a teahouse at will, and asked for a pot of tea. Thinking about it...

Be regarded as the disciples sent by several sects in the northwest this morning, the total number of practitioners on Canglang Island preparing to attack has exceeded 300,000, and it will be four days! ! The passage of different time and space will be expanded and reinforced by Penglai ancestors with great secret methods. That day is the time when the horn of war will sound!

The general trend is over. The aggression of this group of cultivators is inevitable. As an outside manager of a small school, Zhang Nan is in this chess game composed of more than one million, even tens of millions of creatures. It's just an inconspicuous little pawn, but his pawn... will definitely play a key role in the later stage of the game!

The shadow in Zhang Nan's eyes flashed by, and the shallow tea in the teacup he held in his hand was a bit cold. He raised the teacup, drank the tea in one mouthful, and decisively left the teahouse.

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And Wang Mang, who had been sitting in the conference room for a long time, listened to the quarrel of the two dozen think tanks in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and an inexplicable irritability suddenly poured out in his heart.

'boom! He slapped the table violently, and those fierce eyes that were difficult for people to look at directly swept over everyone present, and those who raised their heads couldn't help but lower their heads again.

"Don't say more." Wang Mang's voice was a little hoarse, "I have sent someone to solve the cultivator's sentry troops. As for the coordinates of the different time and space channels, I will notify you again when I have new information."