Global Awakening: The Strongest Death Row Prisoner

"I will set off immediately. The more people I find, the sooner I will come back."

Ning Jue said.

Ning Xia looked at her brother.

"Brother, I'll go too!"

Ning Jue shook his head.

"If I take you with me, it will slow you down."

"We must take advantage of this year, when those superhuman prisoners at the top are running rampant outside and causing the Human Alliance to be in dire straits, to launch an attack."

"You will be safe in Xiangyang, Xiaoxia, just wait until I come back."

Ning Jue said.

Hearing this, Ning Xia nodded sensibly.

Although she also wanted to go, she was no longer a child, and she still knew very well what was more important and which was less important.

If Ning Jue fails to recruit strong enough helpers, the danger will be greater by then.

Ning Jue set off immediately and left here.

He was extremely fast and rushed towards the south.

Incarnate as thunder.

"Mr. Ning, you are really vigorous and resolute."

Luo Gen looked at Ning Jue's back and murmured.

"That's fine. You have to move quickly to avoid long nights and dreams."

Zeng Wuxiang said.

He also immediately stood up and walked towards the gathering place of the refugees.

The refugees have already rested.

All the rooms here are free.

Because there is too much room.

A city that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people can only accommodate a few thousand people.

Including the original people in Xiangyang, there are probably only tens of thousands.

"Everyone, I am the... village chief of Xiangyang."

Zeng Wuxiang thought for a moment and said.

There is no village chief in Xiangyang.

There is complete equality here.

It's like a village, almost everyone knows each other.

They are all neighbors.

But now, in order to accept these refugees, a speaker still needs to stand up.

Zeng Wuxiang had already discussed it with the people in Xiangyang just now.

They unanimously agreed to take in these refugees.

After all, they all went through a lot of hardships and traveled long distances to get here.

It would be too cruel to expel them.

The people in Xiangyang are very kind.

"You can call me Master Zeng."

Zeng Wuxiang said.

The refugees nodded.

Song Hou stepped forward, cupped his fists and bowed his hands.

"Hello, Master Zeng."

Zeng Wuxiang's eyes lit up when he saw his movements.

This relatively ancient way of greeting is unknown to ordinary people, only people in Xiangyang know it.

Make a palm with your left hand and hold your right fist.

Covering the left palm with the right fist and hugging each other, it means that courage does not cause chaos, martial arts does not violate the prohibition, and is used to restrain one's own force and let the restraint of will cover the force.

Master Zeng also returned the gift.

Song Hou has always longed for martial arts.

Although he did not have the opportunity to practice martial arts, he often looked up relevant information.

In today's era, even farmers who cut firewood will have a tablet screen connected to the world's Internet, which can be used to query information.

That's why he knew this gesture.

Xiangyang, since ancient times, has welcomed all those who have dreams of martial arts and has welcomed wise men.

Now, it is time to welcome these refugees.

"From today on, you are Xiangyang people."

Zeng Wuxiang said.

Then, he took out two manuscripts of classics.

The sword manual of "Blast Sword" written by Li Hanguang himself.

And the copy of the Dragon Elephant Body Strengthening Technique he wrote to Ning Xia.

Now that Ning Xia has completely memorized this technique, she naturally doesn't need this copy.

"You take these two exercises back and each of you makes a copy. This is the basic exercise that will be given to you."

"From today on, you must practice hard."

"In one year, Ning will fight a bloody battle with the Human Alliance. Those who have reached the Hard Body realm can help."

Zeng Wuxiang said.

He handed the copy of the Dragon Elephant Body Strengthening Technique to Song Hou.

Song Hou took over the technique, knelt down solemnly towards Zeng Wuxiang, and kowtowed.

"Thank you Master!"

His eyes were slightly red.

Along the way, I have suffered too much.

He has read a lot of information.

The secret books of warriors are often techniques passed down from ancient times.

These skills are quite precious and are often kept secret.

As the village chief here, Master Zeng naturally has a terrifying cultivation level, and his skills are also very unnatural.

But he is willing to make such skills public.

The gratitude in Song Hou's heart was beyond words.

This technique, on the surface, has only been passed down to a few thousand of them.

However, if more people spread the word, it will eventually spread outside and spread wider and wider.

Eventually, everyone knew about this technique.

But Zeng Wuxiang no longer cared.

Power itself is not evil.

The spread of power will not breed evil.

Unless the holder of this power is originally evil.

Zeng Wuxiang has completely figured it out.

Thousands of refugees behind Song Hou all knelt down and kowtowed.

Including the little boy.

His eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

In order to avenge his mother, he resolutely embarked on the road to Xiangyang.

He looked at the secret book copy in Song Hou's hand, and the desire in his heart had reached its peak.

He desires power, more than anyone else!

"Get up."

Zeng Wuxiang said.

Ning Xia, stood beside him.

"This is your senior sister, Ning Xia."

"From now on, if you don't understand anything, just ask her."

Zeng Wuxiang said.

"Hello, senior sister."

Everyone stood up and said one after another.

Ning Xia nodded.

She has now become a senior sister in her own right.

And no longer a girl.

Although she is younger than these refugees, these refugees must call her senior sister.

inside the house.

Li Hanguang and Luo Gen looked at each other speechlessly.

After a long time, Logan stood up and said something.

"I also need Master Zeng's martial arts secrets."

He walked toward the refugees.

His resistance to fighting is naturally strong and he is almost immortal.

However, he could not kill those powerful enemies.

If it were a steel mechanical behemoth, he would not be able to fight it at all and could only run away in confusion.

Therefore, he urgently needs the technique.

He walked towards Master Zeng and asked.

"Master Zeng, I also need your skills."

Zeng Wuxiang was a little surprised when he heard this.

An S-level superpower actually needs the dragon-elephant body-building skill.

"Dragon Elephant Body Strengthening Technique is a technique that strengthens physical abilities, but your physical fitness is already the strongest. Even my self-healing ability cannot compare with yours..."

"So, my dragon-elephant body-building skill is not suitable for you."

Zeng Wuxiang said.

When Logan heard this, he felt a little disappointed.

"Don't worry, I will follow you to the north of the city to find the Zheng family. They have a technique that is very suitable for you."

Zeng Wuxiang communicated with the refugees for a while, and then left here.

Leading Logan towards the north of the city.

Boom boom boom.

Knock on the door.

A decadent drunken man opened the door.

His fingernails were extremely sharp.

Even though he was so decadent, he still showed a strong strength.

"Zheng Xuan, I have something to ask of you."

Zeng Wuxiang said.