Quanmin: Parallel Import Champion? Create Martial Sage Elephant Town Prison!

"Brother Liu, don't blame me for not giving you face. Give you face. My master will not give me face. Give me a quick word, will you join the Chuangwu Division?"

As the night was getting dark, Liu Sanquan looked at the dozens of hard-wearing Practitioners who broke into his house, and heard the warning from his son Wang Teng. After a moment of trance, he finally reacted.

This is pulling people!

Is there such a pull!

I have heard of people who force girls into prostitution.

I haven't heard of anyone forcing people to join Chuangwu Division!

As a spiritual creation Martial Master, Liu Sanquan has his own pride.

The No. 1 martial arts champion, but Su Xiao from Qizhi Realm, established the martial arts department, what is the difference from the grass-roots team.

With such a force, how could it be possible for Liu Sanquan, a dignified Qizhichuang Martial Master, to join him!

Liu Sanquan stood up firmly, and carefully looked at everyone in the room.

It was found that in addition to the son of Prince Pingshan, the only son of the ten-thousand-man commander of the garrison, and the son of the Zhang family of White Cloud and many other powerful children,

There are also the three queens, Feng Lingchen, who is wearing Shenhuazong costumes, holds a long sword, and has sharp eyes.

Immediately, he softened, and felt that joining the Chuangwu Division seemed to be a good idea.

Wang Teng smiled proudly with his fellow disciples, registered Liu Sanquan's information in the register, and asked him to transfer his personal information to Chuangwu Division on Wuwang.com, and walked out of Liu's courtyard with his fellow disciples.

"Junior brother, pulling people like this is not a good influence!"

For the past few days, Han Feiyu has been vacating missions with Wang. Some mortal Martial Masters, with the prestige of Pingshan Wangfu and the other second-generation Young Masters, naturally accept their heads and worship without much trouble.

But after almost absorbing the Martial Masters of the ordinary level, aim at those Martial Masters of Qizhi.

Wang Teng either lures people with benefits or oppresses them with power.

As a result, very few people joined Chuangwu Division sincerely.

"Senior Brother Han, there is no need to worry. Master's request to us is only to pull people over. I can just pull them over. I don't need to wait for the rest to consider. Whether you can win people's hearts depends entirely on Master's own ability!"

Wang Teng said indifferently, Su Xiao was ready to send them to pull people.

Otherwise, it is almost impossible to gather 80 creative practitioners in a short period of time.

In the past few days, he has been busy day and night, under threats and lures, tonight, he can barely gather more than 60 creative practitioners.

If you don't use some means, you won't even be able to gather such a small number of people.

After all, Martial Masters are scarce resources, and most of them are divided up by various forces in White Cloud City. Wild Martial Masters are extremely rare, and those who are willing to join Martial Creation Division are even rarer.

"The smell of the wind has changed!" Feng Lingchen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

When Duguhan and Han Feiyu heard the words, their expressions were also concentrated, carefully understanding the changes in the surrounding environment.

I saw that they, who were originally in the inner city of White Cloud, had stepped into the fog of the First Stage without knowing when.

Within this mist, there are no houses, courtyards, high-rise shops, only endless silence, and a vaguely strange smell.

"The Realm of Paradise, the Realm of Demons, or the Realm of God?"

Han Feiyu said in a low voice with a solemn expression.

But Wang Teng and other second generations were taken aback for a moment, and then became terrified.

Because, in their field of vision.

I saw weird puppets emerging from the fog at night.

Each of these puppets resembled them in appearance, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

The pitch-black body walks mechanically.

The corners of the mouth curved upward into a strange arc, as if laughing at them.

Walking silently, like panning, approaching them rapidly.

"Sly puppet, this is the method of a trickster!"

Zhang Zhi, the son of Zhang Fengshan, the commander of the 10,000-strong garrison in White Cloud City, shouted in shock.

He once heard from his father that there is a lineage of tricksters in the domain of the gods and tricks.

He abandoned his body, integrated his soul into the puppet, and gained the ability to manipulate the puppet and the soul.

Integrating the souls of living beings into the puppets, you can control an army of puppets with just a flip of your hand.

It is the power of the mysterious realm that is causing headaches for the town border army.

The worst tricksters are at least a murderous monster, and the trickster in front of him who can set up a trick domain is at least a big murderer.

The ghosts are divided into nine ranks: Evil Soul, Evil Spirit, Minor Ominous, Great Ominous, Extremely Fierce, Deceitful God, Deceitful Immortal, Deceitful Emperor, Deceitful Saint, which correspond to the nine ranks from Practitioner to Martial Saint.

A monster of a fierce level, comparable to a Practitioner's metamorphosis!

All of a sudden, Duguhan and the others were aware of the danger at this time.

They couldn't figure out why a big murderous monster could enter the inner city of White Cloud under the heavy blockade of the border town army, garrison army, and delusion division.

But they knew that this trickster was coming for them.

And among them, Duguhan, who is the strongest, is nothing more than a Realm of Congealing Pulse!

Although it was a desperate situation, everyone had no intention of surrendering.

Duguhan, Han Feiyu, and Feng Lingchen formed a triangle, showing off what they had learned in the way of swordsmanship, and rushed towards the front group of cunning puppets.

But seeing Sword Ray flying, the three of them unleashed their swords gracefully and gracefully, but every time they found a flaw in the puppet, they could simplify the complicated and make a sharp sword.

But for a moment.

There are hundreds of cunning puppets who fell under their swords.

However, when each of the puppet fell down, they could hear a shrill howl.

The ghostly shadow within it disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, it was intact again.

Duguhan and the others knew very well that as long as the ghostly shadow inside was not annihilated, the trickster behind it could create endlessly weird puppets.

And with all their efforts, even though they could kill one or two ghostly shadows, who knew how many ghostly shadows the trickster had mastered?

Exercising with all his strength, exhausting his own internal energy, beheading a few phantoms, it was useless to their immediate situation.

On the contrary, it will lose the ability to protect itself because of the exhaustion of Internal Energy.

On the other side, Wang Teng regretted that he didn't listen to his father today and brought the two generals out of the family, so that he fell into the immediate crisis.

But it is useless to regret right now, he can only rely on himself.

luckily.

The beatings he suffered in Su Xiaowu's realm were not in vain.

He himself is very reliable now!

Yun Jinguang blesses his body, with a golden bell shield on the outside for defense, and a unparalleled physique inside.

The Great Completion golden bell cover is enough for him to block the attacks of many crafty puppets.

However, it is difficult for him to protect others because he is more than self-protected.

In his eyes that were tearing apart, Li Xuanfeng, who was training with him in the Golden Bell Martial Realm, was torn into blood foam by those dozens of puppets breaking through the golden light defense.

Wang Teng knew that Li Xuanfeng's aptitude was superior to him and other second-generation Young Masters.

In terms of hard work, it is a hundred times better than them.

He has a seriously ill mother at home, and he wants to make a difference so that his mother can live a good life.

But who would have imagined that he, who had been promoted to the peak of the acupuncture point without the assistance of any precious medicine for cultivation, would die under this tricky puppet so easily.

Seeing that the soul of Li Xuanfeng, who was controlled by the trickster, was in great pain, was forced into a puppet, and then smiled strangely, walking towards them.

For the first time in his life, Wang Teng hated himself for not working hard enough.

If you work harder, if you already have the power to transform yourself.

How could it be so powerless at this moment.

"Weakness is the original sin!"

In the treacherous domain, a long sigh attracted everyone's attention.

Wang Teng stared at a pair of blood eyes and turned his head to look.

But they only saw Su Xiao in a white robe gradually appearing from the mist.

"Master, go away! They are coming for you!"

Wang Teng reacted and roared loudly.

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