Chapter 1251: The cost of rejection

Since the White Cloud City Sword Conference, Lin Beichen, who has obtained the Sword Immortal position, retreats and merges the God position, and has not yet come out, but has given countless people illusory hope, expecting him to go out and turn the tide of the battle.
　　 Yunmeng City Lord worships God Qin Lian Fengyun rising, beheaded several gods and demons, and taught divine power cultivation skills, becoming the last battle flag in the hearts of thousands of mainland creatures.
　　 These two people are now the spiritual pillar of the alliance.
　　 But these two people, from the beginning of the Battle of Xinjiang to the present, have not participated in the battle-they have not even appeared.
　　 This is also the point of dissatisfaction and doubt in the hearts of many Sea Clan generals and strong men.
　　After all, the old man of the sea was born in the sea clan, and he is now the important minister of the land sea clan. The first starting point is to consider the interests of the land sea clan, which is understandable.
　　 But what he didn't know was that another battlefield had already been quietly filled with smoke.
　　 Yanying was sitting in a wheelchair, and caught the fierce battle on the river in the distance. Her heart was like a rock, without the slightest shake.
　　 "Do you want to challenge the mainland's orthodox belief system?"
　　 "You and I, knock it over together."
　　 "Let's bet..."
　　 The words that night reverberated in Yanying's brain.
　　 Her eyes became more and more crazy.
　　 If the meaning of survival is a game, why not burn to the end?
　　Since the gods and demons are not benevolent, and the mainland all spirits are the ruling dogs, where can they hide after retreating?
　　 Therefore, we must resist.
　　 Even if it is desperate.
　　 will also fight for the bloodliness and courage of the host Zhenzhou creatures.
　　 The real strategic plan was made on the Temple Mount.
　　 Only a few people know.
　　 As for when Lin Beichen's retreat ends... Does it matter?
　　Haha, if I die in front of you, if you can't turn the tide if you leave the customs, then I won this gamble.
　　 In Yanying's heart, there was a mad flame, burning madly.
　　……
　　……
　　 "Is this Yunmeng City?"
　　 The sky is blue and the air is fresh.
　　 PM2.5 index is 0.
　　 The young man walking on the street has a handsome face with a three-point smile on his mouth. He looks kind and gentle, with a refined temperament, and immortal ordinary people.
　　He was followed by eight people, young and old, some with light armor and hanging swords, some with long robes and long sleeves, who seemed to be stewards, guards and entourages.
　　 Their breath is no different from ordinary people, and they don't have martial arts energy fluctuations.
　　 As the elegant young man walked, he looked at the buildings on both sides of the street, and said with a smile: "This is a small town called the land of blessings by my lord. When I saw it today, there was indeed a rare tranquility and peace."
　　 "It is indeed a paradise."
"Pity."
　　 "My lord, ten miles ahead is Yunmeng Temple Mountain. Let's go straight up the mountain, or..."
　　 The folding fans in the hands of the elegant young man combined, and said: "Let’s find a place to order food first, and then go to a fight after eating to have strength."
　　 As he said, he went straight to a simple food stall on the side of the road, sat on a small bench, and greeted: "Uncle, come to a bowl of Yunmeng Wanton Noodles, no shrimp chips, no vinegar."
The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He has a simple face, a little hunchback, a lame foot, his clothes are washed clean, and his complexion is ruddy. Hearing this, he quickly agreed: "Well, this son, please Wait a minute..."
　　 Although he has a disability, the boss is very dexterous. Soon, 10,000 steaming Yunmeng Wantan noodles arrived on the small table.
　　 The elegant young man ate with a smile.
　　His movements are very elegant, slow Vince, as if he is really devoted to enjoying the food...
　　 The guards and butlers stood aside and waited patiently.
　　 In the distance, a teenager rushed over and said: "Father, I'm going to sign up for the army, I'm going to the battlefield..."
　　 The young man looks fifteen or sixteen years old. He is sturdy. He is wearing the uniform of Yunmeng City Third Junior College with a silver scabbard around his waist. His facial features are similar to those of the stall owner, and he runs panting.
　　 "What? Are you under the age to join the army?"
　　 The lame stall owner wiped his hands clean, looked at his son, and said: "The city lord has a decree. You must be at the age of seventeen, and you can only join the army at the level of a martial artist. You are only fifteen and eight months old this year."
　　The boy held the registration form in his hand and said, "Father, here is an age confirmation letter. As long as you sign and draw for me, it proves that I am seventeen years old this year, and I can join the army."
　　 "This is to let Dad help you cheat, you kid, don't learn well," the lame vendor slapped his son on the back of his head: "Smelly boy, if you are good and don't learn bad, go back to practice."
The young man held his head with one hand, held his head unconvinced, stalked his neck, and said: "I'm going to join the army. When Senior Lin was so old to me, he was already the champion of Tianjiao's hegemony. Senior Han was at my age. , He is already a well-known general defending the city in the north...I am going."
"You stinky boy, can you compare with Master Lin and Master Han?" The old father's handling method was always simple and rude. He raised his hand and slapped him on the back of his head again, saying: "They are with you. When you are old, do you resort to falsification?"
　　 The young man smiled happily and looked at his father.
The lame stall owner's face couldn't help but appear helpless, and said: "Well, father, I admit that when Master Lin was as old as you, it was really not a good thing... But Master Lin is a in the sky, you can Is it better?"
"Father, you are also a veteran who has participated in the Battle of the North, how can you also play the double standard?" The young man said angrily: "I don't care, I just want to serve as a soldier, I heard, from the Chaohui Great City. The war is getting tense. All the miscellaneous pieces of the King of God’s army have been killed. We want to join the army enthusiastically..."
When 　　 said this, the faces of the guards and butlers nearby all showed anger.
　　 The elegant master snorted lightly.
　　 So several people have reduced their breath.　　 At this time, a young girl in a white dress came briskly, like a flying white pure butterfly, with a watch in her hand, and came to the stall.
　　 "Uncle Jin, your application form for joining the army was rejected by the Recruitment Department..." The girl was slender, with a tall skeleton, with a beautiful facial features and a smile on her face. She handed back the form in her hand.
"what?"
The stall owner took a look at the form and was immediately anxious, and said, "No regret girl, I am a veteran. I have ten years of combat experience in the northern border. I have practiced well over the years, and I still maintain the profound energy of a third-level martial artist. For the cultivation base, I can also bring my own armor and weapons... Have you made it clear for me? How can it be dismissed?"
　　 "Father, you... are you also signing up for the army?"
The boy on the side of 　　 was stunned.
"Smelly boy, your father, Jin Zhiyi, I was a veteran of the Hundred Wars. If there is a battle, I will be recalled. I will join the army. Isn’t that reasonable? Fighting the trifles of the king’s army, of course I rely on veterans like me What's the use of a little bunny like you who doesn't have all the fur? It's just a waste of military resources and salaries."
　　 The lame stall owner blows his beard and stares in a real way.
After finishing speaking, she turned around and pleaded with the little girl and said, "I don’t regret it, uncle, I watched you grow up. You are familiar with Master Lin Beichen, you are the goddess of Master Lin, and the people from the conscription department will give you all of them. Face...you are helping me to talk about it, just say that my legs are already healed and not lame."
　　 "Father, you just taught me not to lie, you are still a lame now..."
　　Jin Chuanbao, a young man, ruthlessly exposes the lies of his old father.
　　 "You little bastard, can you lie about the veteran?"
　　 The old father slammed his old fist.
　　 Such a picture of father's kindness and filial piety made Han Buhui on one side couldn't help being laughed, and hurriedly stopped.
　　At this time, the elegant young man finished eating the noodles, placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table, took out the white Jinpa and wiped his mouth gently, throwing it away, and said: "This girl, is familiar with Lin Beichen?"
　　 Han Bugui glanced at a few people, and felt that his eyes were strange, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of vigilance in his heart, and said, "You are?"
　　 "Oh, we are Lin Beichen's friends and want to meet him."
　　 The elegant young man smiled and said, "You are his god-sister, why don't you help me lead the way?"
　　 Han Buhui took a step back and said, "I'm sorry, I have other things."
　　 After finishing speaking, he winked at Jin Zhiyi and his son, and wanted to turn around to leave.
　　 But at this time, she found to her horror that she couldn't move anymore.
　　 "No one can refuse me."
　　 The elegant young man slowly stood up and said, "You have to pay for what you just said."
　　 He snapped his fingers casually.
　　嘭.
　　 The head of the lame stall owner Jin Zhiyi suddenly turned into a cloud of blood and exploded directly.
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