() The resistance army also adheres to the custom of respecting the strong in the underground world. In the army, the strength after transformation is divided by color, red, orange, yellow and green...

Some people are suitable for transformation and some are not.

Ordinary people usually have red hair after transformation. Others are slightly better. For example, the dozen or so rebels with dark orange hair in front of them can reach the level of third-level professionals.

From a lowly slave to a powerful third-level professional, how will his mentality change? Master Shan soon knew the answer.

Dali took the reluctant Bella back to the Marshal's Mansion, while Shanye led, or was led, towards Camus' laboratory.

Under Dali's command, Mr. Shan was the main person in charge of this operation. But looking at the expressions and demeanor of the rebels, you can tell that they are not what they seem.

Shan Ye was too lazy to pay attention. He just wanted to find Camus quickly and ask about the solutions to the adverse reactions. He was quite confident in this, and the "Kahn Notes" were still quietly placed in Shan Ye's space.

While he was meditating on how to communicate with that lunatic Camus, a mean voice sounded: "Little guy, what you are wearing behind your back is not a toy?" The owner of the voice was a pointed-eared monkey with a thin gray skin and a teasing voice.

Looking at Master Shan, he said sarcastically.

After a burst of laughter that was deliberately suppressed but allowed for Shan Ye to hear clearly, everyone looked at Shan Ye and became a little unscrupulous.

Shan Ye was silent, because of Dali's affection, it was difficult for the relationship to become too tense. What's more, during this period of escape, Shan Ye's character was sharpened to be restrained and calm. He only smiled slightly and used the word "cultivation" to show

of vividly.

It's a pity that Master Shan is facing a group of idiots who have suddenly transformed from slaves into third-level professionals. Do you expect these people to know what it means to be subtle? What it means to hide and not reveal?

In these mud-legged concepts, a strong person should show a strong demeanor. Only those who are tall and mighty and have an intimidating aura are called strong.

And what about Shanye?

He is wearing armor and looks quite imposing. However, his short and thin stature makes it easy for people to associate him with a caveman who works in the fields and has a cowardly character.

"Hey, our Major is not happy anymore? Are you going to run away and cry with the Marshal?" A female semi-elf with a shrill voice and an equally harsh tone saw Master Shan expressionless.

, frivolous and pouty, especially when it comes to "major", the wording is very strong.

Master Shan narrowed his eyes, and the arms hanging at his sides slowly stopped swinging, and he closed his feet and stood still.

With a faint murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Shan Ye's voice was as cold and intimidating as if soaked in ice: "I don't have time to argue with you. You can go back now, I will find Camus myself!"

After saying that, he glanced at everyone coldly and walked forward alone.

Everyone was immediately shocked and stunned. Disobedience to military orders was a capital crime. Many recruits who did not know their seriousness were hanged in the garrison cemetery, and their bodies are still there to this day.

A human being with a simple face but a cold smile in his eyes stood up to smooth things over: "Little guy, what you said is wrong. We are just joking, there is no need to take it so seriously?" Although he was trying to smooth things over, his tone made people laugh.

Mr. Shan is disgusted.

Putting his rough fingertips gently on the cold handle of the knife, Master Shan tilted his head and sneered: "If you are not convinced, you can come over and give it a try."

Before the voice fell, several people jumped to try, but were stopped by cautious companions: "That's better. If the major is hurt, we can't bear it." The voice was full of contempt, and Shan Ye's eyes curled up.

He moved, and his expression gradually became colder.

Being patient does not mean being aggrieved. Master Shan turned around expressionlessly, walked a few steps, turned around and glanced at the people who didn't know what was going on, and said coldly: "The mission is not urgent. If you dare to follow us, we will fight on the stage of life and death!"

The "Life and Death Platform" seemed to have magic power, and it immediately shocked these unruly rebels.

It was an arena that had nothing to do with military discipline or law, but only life and death. The military always had these and other irreconcilable conflicts. So Dali came up with this kind of life-and-death contest, which immediately made many people restrain themselves.

Signing a life and death contract, not even Dali can stop it.

Master Shan paused, turned around slowly, and faced everyone. Although his eyes were smiling, his voice was like a steel needle, piercing everyone's hearts: "What? Your courage has been retracted into your crotch?" After a pause.

After a pause, he continued to stimulate: "Or are you cowards who only fight with your mouth?"

After hearing the word "life and death platform", the rebels who wanted to retreat were immediately angered. They all looked at each other and followed Shan Ye towards the life and death platform.

There were some good people on the road who saw the crowd heading towards the stage of life and death in such an aggressive manner. They immediately inquired and heard that Marshal Dali's younger brother was going to the stage of life and death with those elite resistance cadres. This immediately aroused a lot of curiosity. The soldiers who were idle with nothing to do

, all gathered towards the stage of life and death.

When they arrived at the life and death stage, in a small wooden room under the stage, Shan Ye and more than a dozen resistance cadres stood on both sides with expressionless faces, waiting for the life and death contract.

The contract was already prepared, in the same format, and all it took was a signature. However, when they heard that it was Marshal Dali's younger brother, the young resistance soldier, his face turned pale with fright, and he quickly asked them to wait on the grounds that the contract needed to be written.

The atmosphere in the cabin was solemn and depressing. The dozen or so mud-legged men suddenly felt that they could not bear the pressure, but because of their appearance, they persisted in not retreating.

A tall woman walked quickly into the cabin with a cold face. Mr. Shan even vaguely heard the sighs of relief from the dozen people opposite.

Dali's majestic gaze passed over everyone's faces. When she looked at Shan Ye, she couldn't help but paused, her face softened slightly, and she sighed softly: "What are you talking about? This is the army, not..."

Master Shan took a step forward, saluted a military salute, and said expressionlessly: "Since we are an army, military law comes first. I went to the stage of life and death with these people out of my own free will, and Marshal Dali has no right to interfere!" The sonorous and powerful voice

Dali's breathing was stagnant, as if she didn't recognize Mr. Shan, and she stared at him with her big eyes.

When more than a dozen rebel cadres heard this, they suddenly felt their hearts pounding and were mostly cold. This person was either ignorant of life or death, or...

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Master Shan, and their eyes suddenly felt a little different.

Adjusting his collar, Mr. Shan slowly glanced at the crowd and his voice became deeper: "Military law is as good as a mountain! Even Marshal Dali can't stop this duel! Do you think you are right?"

Everyone outside the hut was silent, but all their eyes fell on Dali.

This is a choice, whether to implement the military regulations of the rebels or practice favoritism and destroy the good revolutionary atmosphere in front of us.

Dali's face was ashen, she was trembling with anger from Master Shan, and her voice was trembling: "You...you are fine!!"

After saying that, the sleeve of his left arm, which had always been empty, suddenly turned out automatically without wind, and a black shadow appeared in the direction of Shan Ye.

"Boom~!" There was a muffled sound, and Shanye's scimitar was placed across his chest, with the light golden yellow sand shining on it, blocking Dali's blow.

"Whoosh~!" A pitch-black scale arm, long in length but full of toughness, slid back into Dali's sleeve.

Mr. Shan's eyes were slightly stern, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face: "What is that?"

The arm was like a long snake, twisting and turning like a boneless one. Just now, Dali's shoulders shook slightly, and the arm was whipped like a steel whip. There was no hostility, and the force almost disappeared when it reached Shan Ye.

It felt like Luffy's rubber arm, flexible and extremely tough. Although it was a quick glance, Shan Ye noticed that the arm had no palm, only a sharp bone spur like a dagger, embedded in the

Palm position.

Moreover, the arms are covered with a large amount of black paint, and there are black bone spurs attached to the smooth scales. The bone spurs exude an evil and frightening aura, which makes people's hearts tremble.

Deeply surprised by Dali's transformation, Shan Ye flicked his wrist and the sword light dissipated. He turned to look at the dozen resistance cadres and said, "Come on, the Marshal can't stop you. Why do you have any hesitation?"

The voice was as plain as water, wrapped in a bit of indifference to life.

Seeing that several people were still hesitant, Shan Ye suddenly trembled the blade, and a sandy yellow blade filled with evil energy wrapped around the scimitar: "When we get here, there is no room for retreat, hurry up and sign the contract."

The rebel army is not Shan Ye's destination, but he is likely to stay here for a while. He doesn't have that much time to pay attention to the provocations of these idiots, so he might as well establish his authority and impress him once and for all.

While a few people were hesitating, the rebels who were watching the excitement around them began to curse.

"If you can shrink your eggs, why are you still a rebel? You might as well go home and plant potatoes!"

"It's such an embarrassment to the resistance! Can you please be more responsible?"....

The sarcastic words were like a tsunami, knocking several people out of breath.

Shan Ye was already standing on the ring, one hand on the handle of the knife, eyes closed, waiting for his opponent.

The first person to take the stage was actually a woman.

Master Shan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lingered on the other party's pitiful face for a moment, and he suddenly smiled.

The female warrior also wanted to smile, but what she received was a blade of light that had condensed into yellow sand!!

Two white-grained steel short knives were erected in front of his chest in panic, trying to block the solid sand awn.

"Click" the two short knives were cut across. "Chi" the speed of the sword light did not slow down, and the female warrior behind was also cut into two pieces.

The chest was slowly divided into two parts, and the section was smoothed, so that the female warrior did not die immediately, but struggled for more than ten seconds before she lost too much blood and went into shock.

Master Shan held up his sword expressionlessly, and after wrapping the scimitar around his arm, it returned to his palm: "Next!" His voice was as cold as ice, and he couldn't even think of taking another look at the corpse next to him.

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"Ah!! I was wrong, please forgive me!!" "Major, we were wrong, please spare us!!"....

The remaining rebel cadres, as if they had been injected with chondroitin, could not stand upright and cried for mercy.

"Ding! Get the title, bandit!"

Bandit: Your ferocity and domineering make the low-level resistance soldiers afraid. When you attack the resistance soldiers, there is a chance that they will surrender without a fight.

Smiling, Mr. Shan turned around and walked towards Camus' laboratory.

The red-haired rebels he met on the road looked at him with some fear, and did not even dare to look at him. (To be continued. You are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support.
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