Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1251: The cost of rejection

Since the Sword Discourse Conference in Baiyun City, Lin Beichen, who has obtained the title of Sword Immortal, has retreated and merged with the title of God. He has not been released yet, but he has given countless people illusory hopes that he can come out and turn the tide of the battle.

Qin Lian, the chief priest of Yunmeng City, rose up in Fengyun, killed several gods and demons, and taught divine power cultivation techniques, becoming the last battle flag in the hearts of thousands of continents.

These two are now the spiritual pillars of the alliance.

However, these two people have not participated in the battle since the beginning of the Xinjiang battle - they have not even shown up.

This is also the point of dissatisfaction and doubt in the hearts of many generals and powerhouses of the sea clan.

Old Man Hai was originally from the Sea Clan, and he is an important minister of the Sea Clan on land. It is understandable that the first starting point is to consider the interests of the Sea Clan on land.

But what he didn't know was that another battlefield had already quietly filled the air.

Yanying was sitting in a wheelchair, capturing the tragic battle on the distant river in his eyes, his heart was like a rock, and he never wavered in the slightest.

"Do you want to challenge the mainland's orthodox **** belief system?"

"You and I, overthrow it together."

"Let's bet..."

The words of that night echoed in Yanying's mind.

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 spirits of the mainland are regarded as straw dogs, where can they hide if they retreat again and again?

Therefore, one must resist.

Even if it is desperate.

It is also necessary to fight for the blood and courage of the host Zhenzhou creatures.

The real strategic plan was formulated on Temple Mount.

Only a few people know.

As for when Lin Beichen's retreat will end...does it matter?

Haha, if I die in front of you, if you can't turn the tide even after you leave the level, then I will win this gamble too.

In Yanying's heart, there is a crazy flame, burning crazily.

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"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 is handsome, with a three-point smile on the corner of his mouth. He looks kind and kind, with a refined temperament, and he is not dead to ordinary people.

Around him were eight people, young and old, some in light armor with swords hanging, some in long robes and long sleeves, who seemed to be stewards, guards and other personnel.

Their breath is no different from that of ordinary people, and they do not have martial arts energy fluctuations.

While walking, the elegant young man looked at the buildings on both sides of the street, and said with a smile, "This is a small town that my lord calls a place of blessing. When I saw it today, it is indeed rare and peaceful."

"It is indeed a paradise."

"It's a pity."

"My lord, ten miles ahead

Besides, there is Yunmeng Temple Mountain. Let's go straight up the mountain, or..."

The folding fan in the hands of the refined young man said: "Look for a place to order first, and then go to fight after eating, so that you will have strength."

As he spoke, he came straight to a simple food stall by the side of the road, sat on a small bench, and greeted him, "Uncle, here's a bowl of Yunmeng Wanton Noodles, no shrimp crackers, no vinegar."

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a simple and honest face, a slight hunchback, and a limp in one foot. His clothes are clean and his face is ruddy. Please wait a moment, sir..."

Although he is handicapped, the boss's hands and feet are very nimble. Soon, 10,000 steaming Yunmeng wanton noodles were brought to the small table.

The elegant young man started to eat with a smile.

His movements are elegant and slow, as if he really devoted himself to enjoying the food...

The guards and stewards stood aside, waiting patiently.

A young man came running quickly from a distance, and said, "Father, I'm going to sign up for the army, I want to go to the battlefield..."

The young man looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with a solid body, wearing the school uniform of Yunmeng City No. 3 Junior College, with a silver scabbard sword tied around his waist, his facial features are similar to those of the stall owner, and he is panting look.

"What? Aren't you old enough to join the army?"

The lame stall owner wiped his hands clean, looked at his son, and said: "The city lord has a decree that you can only join the army when you are seventeen years old and at the level of a first-level martial artist. You are only fifteen years and eight months old this year."

The young man held the registration form in his hand and said, "Father, here is an age confirmation form. As long as you sign it for me and prove that I am seventeen years old this year, I will be able to join the army."

"This is to let dad help you cheat, you boy, if you don't learn well," the lame stall owner slapped his son on the back of the head: "Stinky boy, don't learn from the good ones and learn from the bad ones, go back to practice."

The young man covered his head with one hand, raised his head in dissatisfaction, and poked his neck, saying: "I am going to join the army. When Senior Lin was my age, he was already the champion of Tianjiao's hegemony. At my age, I am already a well-known defender of the northern border... I am going."

"You brat, can you compare with Master Lin and Master Han?" The old father's way of dealing with it is always simple and rude. He raised his hand and slapped his son on the back of the head again, saying: " Did they cheat when they were your age?"

The boy just smiled and looked at his father.

The lame stall owner couldn't help showing helplessness, and said: "Well, I admit, Dad, when Mr. Lin was your age, he was indeed not a good thing... But Mr. Lin is a **** in the sky. , can you compare?"

"Father, you are also a veteran who participated in the Battle of the Northern Territory, why are you playing double standards?" The young man said angrily, "I don't care, I just want to be a soldier. The battle over there is getting tense, and all the **** of the God King Army have been killed, and we must actively join the army..."

As soon as the words came out, the faces of several guards and housekeepers showed anger.

Master Ruya snorted faintly.

Then everyone restrained their breath.

At this time, a girl in a long white dress came briskly, like a flying white and pure butterfly, also holding a watch in her hand, and came to the stall.

"Uncle Jin, your application form for enlisting in the army has been rejected by the recruitment department..." The girl was slender, with a tall frame, facial features Zhou Zhengnei, with a smile on her face, and handed back the form in her hand.

"Huh?"

The stall owner took the form and looked at it, he was immediately anxious, and said: "Miss Bugui, I am a veteran, I have ten years of combat experience in the northern border, I have practiced hard these years, and I still maintain a third-level martial artist My profound energy cultivation base, I can also bring my own armor and weapons... Have you explained this clearly for me? How can it be dismissed?"

"Father, you... you also signed up to join the army?"

The boy on one side froze.

"Smelly boy, your father Jin Zhiyi and I are veterans of hundreds of battles. If there is a war, I will be called back. Isn't it reasonable for me to join the army? Fighting those **** of the God King Army, of course I rely on me What's the use of such a veteran, you little **** who doesn't even have full hair? It's just a waste of military money and salary."

The lame stall owner blew his beard and stared.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and pleaded with the little girl again, saying: "I don't regret it, uncle, I watched you grow up, you are familiar with Master Lin Beichen, you are Master Lin's god-sister, a member of the conscription department I'll give you face... You are helping me, so let's talk about it, just say that my leg is already healed and not limping anymore."

"Father, you taught me just now, you can't lie, you are still a **** now..."

The young Jin Chuanbao mercilessly exposed his old father's lies.

"You little bastard, can the matter of the veteran be called a lie?"

The old father swung his fist once.

Such a picture of a loving father and a filial son made Han Buhui on the side couldn't help but stop him.

At this time, the elegant young man finished his noodles, put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, took out a white brocade handkerchief, wiped his mouth gently, threw it away, and said, "This girl is very similar to Lin Beichen." Familiar?"

Han Buhui glanced at a few people, felt unfamiliar, and couldn't help feeling a little wary in his heart, and said, "Who are you?"

"Oh, we are friends of Lin Beichen, and we 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 to do."

After speaking, he winked at Jin Zhiyi and his son, and wanted to turn around and leave.

But at this time, she was horrified to find that she couldn't move.

"No one can deny me."

The elegant young man stood up slowly and said, "You have to pay for what you just said."

He snapped his fingers casually.

Boom.

The head of Jin Zhiyi, the lame stall owner, suddenly turned into a cloud of blood and exploded.

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