The men in black around them began to move according to the rhythm of the flute, and the first thing they did was to draw their swords.

He had calculated that there were fifty teams here, a total of three thousand men in black, standing a little sparsely, not afraid that the swords they swung would attack those around them.

Following the movements of the men in black, he also drew out the knife.

The sound of the flute kept coming, and all the men in black drew their swords at the beginning, and then started practicing with the big swords in their hands.

This feeling is like returning to the feeling of being in the army before. Everyone's sword-wielding movements are the simplest, but once they start fighting, they are quite practical.

After about a quarter of an hour, the sound of the flute stopped, and the men in black around them sheathed their knives together. The movements were done in one go, obviously after practicing for a while.

"Okay, everyone, pick out half of them and send them to the central roundabout. At the same time, use Qingxin Song to restore them to their original appearance so that they can be controlled again. And prepare to receive the next batch of war puppets." A voice came out, and everyone

The conscious people bowed their heads and responded in unison.

The sound only appeared once and then disappeared.

Lei Yan was secretly surprised. There was such a strong man on this island. Even when he was at his peak, he could not compare with him.

Those who were watching them practice swordsmanship from the high platform began to come down and pick them out. Some of them were quick enough, had strong bodies, and had strong reflexes, and all of them were singled out.

As for him, he was not selected because of his slow reaction. This made him relieved. If he had been selected and sent to the central roundabout, his efforts during this period would have been in vain.

After the selection, the people on both sides were almost all around 1,500.

"Prepare for a heart-clearing song."

The voice that disappeared before reappeared, but the person was still nowhere to be seen.

All the people in cloaks took out their own piccolos, and then started playing under the leadership of one of them.

The sound of the flute this time makes people feel comfortable, as if they are on the grassland, relaxed physically and mentally, carefree, everything is unimportant, and they forget everything.

After the song was over, the remaining men in black stood around in a daze, as if they had forgotten everything.

Next, another song sounded, with different flute sounds on both sides.

The chosen ones on the opposite side started to move and slowly left with more than a dozen women wearing cloaks.

"Everyone, let's re-divide these war puppets. Next, we have to receive a new batch of war puppets." A person on the high platform spoke, and then all the people above left.

Thirty women in cloaks were left behind, and each of them picked fifty men in black, and then played a simple song.
Chapter completed!