Chapter 45: Pop pop

"Except Lei Gan, all of you go down." Near noon, Lin Qian suddenly turned around and said to the people in front of him.
Lin Qian's words dazzled everyone, especially Lei Gan beside him.
"Boss, they are all gone, what should I do when we will try?" Lei Gan looked at Lin Qian and said quickly.
"It's okay, let's go down." Lin Qian signaled to Lei Gan that it was okay, with a weird smile, "Really, there are more group battles than people? I'm really not afraid."
When Lin Qian's words fell, Bai Ren, Ye Lin, Ye Long, and Ye Feng all looked up suddenly.
However, when they looked at the sky, they found that the sky was still clear and nothing happened.
However, the four of Bairen clearly remembered that in Bashan City, the tyrants of the sword gate relied on the large number of people, and felt that they had a chance to win.
When everyone was desperate, a group of heavy armored sergeants descended from the sky, with an overwhelming advantage, beheading all the people who dominated the sword gate.
Today, the current situation is so similar to that of Bashan City.
Thinking of this, the four of Bai Ren silently stepped back and left the ring.
Seeing the four of Bai Ren and the others leave, Lin Qian nodded slightly, and at the same time looked at the dozens of people in Ben Lei Department: "You also leave the ring. It will not help to stay there."
"No, we can't leave." A female disciple in the Department of Ben Lei frowned and said, "They have more than 600 people, and there will be Brother Lei and you on the stage. How can we deal with it?"
At this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, a long spear suddenly rushed out, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the female disciple's throat.
The black dragon silver armor general who appeared out of thin air stared at the female disciple of the Lei Department: "Your Majesty's order, you dare to resist the decree, so bold!"
Zhao Long who appeared abruptly roared wildly, screaming everywhere, and the coercion of the people shocked the dozens of people in Ben Lei Department.
"Zhao Long, step back, don't scare others." Lin Qian's voice suddenly sounded. Zhao Long glared at the female disciple, nailed the snow-white spear to the ground, turned and knelt on one knee, punching his left chest. .
"Your Majesty, Zhao Long came here to help!"
despair! despair! despair!
Suddenly, from the entrance of the trial ground, there was a faint sound of neat footsteps, and the sound was getting louder and getting closer.
The huge movement provokes the disciples in the whole place of competition, and they all turned their eyes to the source of the two sounds.
In the direction of the entrance of the trial place, a group of heavy armored sergeants suddenly appeared, presenting three columns, stepping neatly, and running towards this side.
The sergeant in the middle, carrying a dark long spear, stared ahead.
The sergeant on the left, with a sword at his waist.
The sergeant on the right has a knife around his waist.
The soldiers of the three columns have different blades, but the heavy armors on their bodies are exactly the same, shining with cold luster under the eyes.
Lin Qian turned around and faced the three sergeants who came running in full view.
Pedal!
I saw the three sergeants standing still under the test platform on the 36th, kneeling on one knee towards Lin Qian, looking cold and emotionless, but they shouted in unison.
"See Your Majesty!"
"Flat body!"
"Thank your Majesty!"
Stupid, everyone in the entire trial place was shocked by the scene in front of them.
Lei Gan turned his head stiffly, looked at Lin Qian next to him, and swallowed.
"What's the matter?" Lei Qian was a little confused. The group of sergeants in front of him, to say nothing, had three thousand people, and all of them were of the ninth-order aura of Nirvana.
A powerful, well-equipped, and large army, appeared out of thin air in the hinterland of the Vientiane Sect, calling for your Majesty to Lin Qian?
Lei Gan was dumbfounded, and the dozens of disciples who went to the Lei Department were dumbfounded as well, and the disciples who were watching were dumbfounded.
Liu Ming, Lei Kuo and others are scared!
Are they two fools? One is ranked seventh in internal strength and ninth in strength. Can you be a fool?
Based on the return of the inner disciple dispatched on that day, what is Lin Qian's strength, can they be lost in their hearts?
Although he is very confident in himself, Liu Ming, who looks like five big and three rough, is actually thoughtful.
In order to ensure that he could defeat Lin Qian without fail and get the place in the Medieval Relics, he deliberately used the challenger's advantage to temporarily change the group battle.
Because Liu Ming knew that Lin Qian had an unstable foundation in the Vientiane Sect, and he didn't even enter the inner door.
After changing to a group battle, the most Lin Qian could rely on was Lei Gan and the Lei-Ban Department with only dozens of people left.
On Liu Ming's side, plus Lei Kuo, there are more than 600 people.
Even if Lin Qian goes against the sky, he can't stand the crowd, right?
However, the reality made a joke for him, the three thousand heavy armored sergeants who ran out of thin air, with a cold light on his body, pierced his plan.
"Zhao Long, leading the mid-range spearmen, surrounded this ring. Before noon, anyone who dared to leave without permission would dispose of his dantian!" Following that, Lin Qian gave a loud order to Zhao Long to let Liu Ming and Lei Kuo listen. It must be clear.
"Zhao Long leads the way!" Zhao Long, who was on one knee, got up, turned and ran around the No. 36 competition platform.
When Zhao Long was running, the spearmen team in the middle followed closely behind him. At intervals, one person would stop and stand straight on the edge of the ring.
It's just that their eyes stared coldly at Liu Ming, Lei Kuo and others, motionless.
"You go down." At this moment, Lin Qian turned his head again, looking at the dozens of disciples in the Lei Department.
At this moment, no one spoke, just nodded blankly, and left the No. 36 competition stage one by one.
Lin Qian turned around and walked in the direction of Liu Ming and Lei Kuo. Lei Qian didn't react at first, and then quickly followed.
When Lin Qian left, the remaining two sergeants of the audience approached each other to fill the vacancy left by the gunmen, and marched towards the competition platform in unison.
When Liu Ming and Lei Kuo were several feet away, Lin Qian stopped. Behind him, the sword soldiers with the saber and the sword soldiers with the sabre also stopped and lined up in place.
Lei Gan let out a foul breath, slowly turned around, looked carefully at the two thousand sergeants, and suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha, Liu Ming, Lei Kuo, why don't you two speak? Just now, didn't you say that was quite vigorous?" At this moment, Lei Gan was smiling arrogantly and unscrupulously.
"Snapped!"
Lin Qian slapped Lei Gan's head with a slap, and said dissatisfied: "What are you doing, it looks like a villain."
Lei Qian narrowed his smile, and knew that he had lost his temper just now.
It was indeed the sergeant who suddenly appeared, giving him too much confidence. At this time, he thoroughly felt what it meant to be crowded.
"Hahahaha!" While Lei Gan was thinking in silence, Lin Qian next to him suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, shouting at the opposite Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, "Silly dogs, wasn't it arrogant just now? Are you screaming now, keep screaming, dumb?"
"Your majesty scolded well!" When Lin Qian's voice fell, Zhao Long fisted his left chest and shouted.
And a total of 3,000 soldiers from the Huaxia Empire also roared in unison.
"it is good!"
"Your Majesty's scolding is wonderful!"
"wonderful!"
"applaud!"
"Papa Papa Papa Papa!"