Jiao Huarong and Qian Yunsou on the Zhushi Wubao Castle seemed to say something, and then Jiao Huarong walked forward a few steps.

"Listen, don't use weapons, just fight with your fists and feet. As long as one person finally stands in front of the barracks, the soldiers and horses of this battalion belong to the army where this person is located!"

Suddenly a voice came from the wall of Zhu's Wubao. The words should be what the black lantern king Jiao Huarong said.

Just like the Qianyunsun Su, he used his magic power to transmit his voice to the chaotic grass-picking army over there.

After saying this, Jiao Huarong was obviously not satisfied yet, and then shouted from afar, "Picking the grass army battalions obey orders. If there are people in the camps who can fight in this battle, until the end, I will take you into my direct army! Haha! Just fight!"

No one expected that Jiao Huarong would make such a decision.

But this seems to be very consistent with the idea of ​​a demonic figure. The strong are respected. As long as you have the strength, you can get the corresponding status.

In the military camp, the demon generals did not seem to have arrived, but their deputy generals should have arrived.

At this time, when he heard Jiao Huarong's order, he saw Jiao Huarong on the Zhu's Wubao Castle Tower, and then handed down military orders to the soldiers they belong to.

"Flying Stone!", "Black Tiger", "Demon Bull!"...

For a moment, in the grass-picking military camp, the remaining troops of the legions roared at the same time. They began to scramble to each other like hungry wolves released from the field.

The four battalions of soldiers and horses that the Picking Army originally belonged to did not make any move at this time. They just guarded the camp gate and let the outside get together.

The general managers of each battalion were still discussing countermeasures with their subordinates in the military tent, and perhaps they were waiting for the opportunity.

Instead, the grass-carrying army's supplies camp became a little chaotic. Guo Cheng, Jia You and others gathered two, three thousand mobs gathered in front of the men's camp.

After hearing Jiao Huarong's words, they were all extremely excited.

In this case, if Zhu Lingwu was really willing to come forward to lead them into this chaotic fight, he might really be able to turn them from auxiliary troops of the baggage battalion into the first battalion of the Black Cage Legion directly under Jiao Huarong.

They knew Zhu Lingwu's ability. If Zhu Lingwu could take the people from the baggage camp out, uh, maybe Zhu Lingwu would go out by himself, maybe he would stand until the end as Jiao Huarong said.

By then, they might be able to live in the Zhu family's Wubao. After all, only Jiao Huarong's direct legion can follow Jiao Huarong and move into the Zhu family's Wubao.

Unfortunately, after they gathered the people, they could not find Zhu Lingwu, which inevitably made Guo Cheng and the others extremely anxious.

What would they think? Zhu Lingwu had already left the baggage camp and directly released them a big pigeon.

Their actions surprised the soldiers guarding the baggage camp at first, but later they saw that these people were not moving, so the soldiers were lazy to take care of them.

Just guard the gate of the baggage camp and wait for his own destiny.

At this time, as the soldiers and horses in the grass camp began to fight, Zhu Lingwu, with the help of the little white fox, had transformed into a soldier from the flying stone army and entered the chaotic giant arena outside.

Of course, Zhu Lingwu would not really join the fight, but just moved carefully to the surrounding camp and slowly moved towards the edge of the grass camp.

In such a chaotic battle and fighting battlefield, there were quite a few soldiers like Zhu Lingwu. It can be said that most of the soldiers were dodging in the camp.

Only those who are reckless and impulsive will go up and beat them up without hesitation, and these people will soon fall to the ground.

Smart people will first save their energy, gather together with their partners around them, and fight in search of opportunities.

After all, there are now elite soldiers from five legions, and there are almost 30,000 to 40,000 people participating in a giant fist and soccer battle.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot fight until the end. Fists and feet are not swords and guns, and they cannot be cut and stabbed to death in one go. To truly knock an opponent over, it will also take a lot of physical energy.

Even a martial arts master, even if he hit hundreds of people in such chaos, was the limit, and he would probably be knocked over to the ground by random punches.

The soldiers here are also considered to be a combination of elite troops in the black lantern army. Most of them are struggling on the battlefield, so they naturally know how to fight.

Therefore, it is not very abrupt to dodge in the chaotic fighting arena like Zhu Lingwu.

The only thing to worry about is that when the soldiers of other legions saw that they had only one person, they would pinch him as a soft persimmon, and often four or five people would force him to come.

Of course, in the end they will find that the soft persimmons were originally carved with stones, and their eggs naturally made their heads bleed.

However, Zhu Lingwu did not dare to show too much. Most of the time, as long as he got rid of these people's entanglement, he would not continue to attack them.

After all, on the city tower of Zhu's Wubao, there are Qian Yunsou and a kind of demon monk, who are watching the giant gangster here like a show.

So Zhu Lingwu took every step carefully, fearing that he was too outstanding, so he was noticed by Qianyunsou.

Although the distance was very far, Zhu Lingwu was still worried that Qian Yunsou would see through the transformation of the little white fox, and suddenly flew from the city tower and pulled him out of the chaotic arena.

Zhu Lingwu tried to walk along the walls of the camp so that his figure could be covered by the walls of the camps. He would not have discovered his traces by the demon monks who were watching the show on Zhu's Wubao.

If Qian Yunsou discovered his existence from the 30,000 to 40,000 people fighting in this way, Zhu Lingwu had to accept his fate.

Fortunately, the people who participated in the melee here were all mortals, even those generals and the like, were just some mortals who had practiced martial arts.

It cannot pose any threat to Zhu Lingwu at all. As long as Zhu Lingwu doesn't lose his direction here, it's fine.

At this time, the soldiers and horses of several legions in the grass camp had already mixed together. After listening to Jiao Huarong's orders, the generals who were in charge of the troops also understood the king's habits.

They just brought some guards and occupied a place, but deliberately dispersed all their troops to participate in the melee.

If they really made this battle of fists and feet the same as the war, they would probably not be able to make Jiao Huarong on the Zhushi Wubao Tower happy.

If Jiao Huarong is unhappy, their lives will naturally be in danger. The demonic figures will not be definitely killing and decisive figures.

However, such fists and feet still brought many injured soldiers, some of whom were even interrupted, and some were even more unlucky, and they were directly trampled to death in this melee.

Zhu Lingwu was in a melee, and he said that his identity would occasionally turn from the flying stone soldiers of the Flying Stone Army into the Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army’s Demon Bull Army.

In such a chaotic situation, Zhu Lingwu just needs to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and then he can change his identity and stand up again.

Few people will notice this. If someone really notices it, then Zhu Lingwu will send him to see his ancestors.

But in the end, Zhu Lingwu was too lazy to leave, so he found a relatively safe place and lay on the ground.

"Huhuhu, next, I'll wait for someone to carry me out! I hope I can leave here safely!"

Zhu Lingwu let himself lie comfortably, narrowed his eyes slightly, and there were several soldiers from the Black Lantern Legion upside down around his body.

Even though these people were still alive, with Zhu Lingwu's arrival, they all became real dead ghosts, which could save more trouble.

Then Zhu Lingwu squinted again and secretly looked at the direction of the Zhu family Wubao.

Qianyunsou, Jiao Huarong and other demon monks there looked very excited, and they were obviously very satisfied with the performance of these soldiers.

Several demon monks shouted loudly at the lower places from time to time, asking one of the soldiers and horses to rush over from a while, and really regarded this large-scale fight as a big show.

This made Zhu Lingwu sigh again, thinking, damn it, you guys wait for me, one day, if I have the strength, I don’t have to pretend to be dead here like now.

At the end of this melee, the troops who had originally had the remaining four battalions of the Piaocao Army also decisively rushed out of the barracks and joined the chaotic battle outside.

Obviously, they didn't want to become someone else's spoils. They wanted to give themselves a background, so they would be able to join Jiao Huarong's direct black cage army.

As a result, the farce ended from the afternoon until midnight.

As for the ownership of the various battalions of the Picking Army after the fight, Zhu Lingwu was too lazy to care about it. Anyway, he pretended to be a wounded soldier and had been carried away from the arena.

Zhu Lingwu had already chosen his last identity, and now he has become a yaksha under the Jiuyou Yasha Rao Shufeng.

Who made this Yasha Army camp be on the outermost periphery of the entire Black Lantern Legion?

The wounded soldiers like him left the field first, and the remaining five demon generals appeared safely and officially divided the grass army in front of Jiao Huarong.

In this way, Zhu Lingwu finally left the target of public criticism here easily and arrived at the outermost periphery of the Black Lantern Legion. Zhu Lingwu finally left the Black Lantern Legion camp.

This location is more than a hundred miles away from Zhu's Wubao, and even the shadow of Wubao can no longer be seen.

After leaving the Yasha Army's camp through the night, Zhu Lingwu simply released the flying feather technique to himself, and then ran out quickly with his fast swallow steps.

At this time, Zhu Lingwu felt a feeling that the sky was so high that the birds could fly. He really wanted to transform himself into a swallow and fly away from here directly.

After running like this for the middle of the night, Zhu Lingwu couldn't say how far he had left Zhu's Wubao, but he only knew that he was still in Zhu's territory.
Chapter completed!