In the temporary headquarters, the pure-blood demons are all paying attention to the recruits trapped in the death camp - this is their protest against the demons in disguise!

They were talking loudly, and they all kept praising the death camp for being able to persist until the end in such an unfavorable situation.

Even some information has been unearthed: for example, the camp of recruits trapped in the death camp happens to be located in the territory of the terrifying giant beast Skutha, and it is a place that Skutha goes to every day for unspeakable reasons.

Then, some people's deliberate arrangements still had no effect. Those guys who were trapped in the death camp were still alive and kicking, and I heard they were living very well.

Whenever a demon passes by, the pure-blood demons will talk and praise louder - especially when Urul and Soda pass by.

The faces of the demons were extremely ugly, but they could not scold each other. After all, we were all demons, and they must be united on the surface.

Some of them even had to hold them back and ask them to evaluate the new recruits who were trapped in the death camps.

How else can I comment? I pinched my nose and praised with a livid face. Then I hated all the pure-blood monsters in my heart.

Soda was very angry. Escrito came in from the outside and said to him quietly: "Sir, it is said that the pure-blood demon tribe has set up a handicap in the temporary headquarters to bet on how long those guys Song Zheng can last.

sky……"

Soda sneered: "Ignore them."

"Well," Escrito was depressed, that was not what he wanted to say. "The gambling game did not continue because everyone was betting that they would be able to last for ten days and achieve perfection. No one bet on other options, and the dealer couldn't play.

Well, I canceled the bet in anger, and then smiled and joined the others in being equally sure that they would stick to it until the end."

Cable Road: "..." A mouthful of old blood almost sprayed onto the room!

…

The tiger demon touched his round belly. This was the sixth day. He said to Lang Jiu beside him: "If I keep eating like this, I will gain weight."

Lang Jiu was gnawing on a big bone. He didn't know whether it was because of some obsession or the awakening of some hidden genes in his body. He must gnaw the last shred of meat on it and the whole bone.

It's like brushing with an iron brush.

He then reluctantly let go of the big stick, signaled to the tiger demon, and then said: "Look around you, most of my thirty recruits have improved their realm in six days. Hehe, what kind of cultivation resources are there?"

, Lao Lang doesn’t need it at all, as long as Song Zheng is there.”

The tiger monster looked at it and it was true. After six days of eating powerful monsters, as long as he was not a fool, he would always make some progress.

Among the recruits trapped in the death camp, there are still about ten who have not been promoted and they have almost reached a critical point. It will take at most three days to succeed.

And when he looked at his new recruits, he saw that they were almost at this level, and he suddenly smiled.

He was in a good mood and no longer cared about gaining weight. He picked out a piece of plump barbecue and ate it with a mouthful of oil.

"Oh my, these days are just about picnics in the mountains and forests, having fun and tasting delicious food. It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't have such a good opportunity in the future." The tiger demon sighed regretfully.

Song Zheng felt a little bored, because he had that feeling again: the monsters in Drinking Dragon River no longer posed any threat to him, there was no challenge, and he didn't know how to improve.

Song Zheng, who was bored, was called over by Lang Jiu. Lang Jiu and Hu Yao discussed with him solemnly: "This time, you must persist until ten days - there are only four days left, no problem

Bar?"

Song Zheng nodded: "No problem, but I want to go back."

Lang Jiu was stunned: "Why?"

"There's no challenge here, it's not interesting."

Lang Jiu and the tiger demon were silent together. They wanted to pounce on him and strangle him to death, but they were worried that they would not be able to defeat him.

After a long time, Lang Jiucai said: "If you... be patient, you must persist until ten days. At the end of ten days, we will get a perfect evaluation. This is not only for the entire recruit platoon, but also for you."

The tiger demon said: "This time for the recruit competition, the rewards have been announced before departure. The first place is one of the supreme treasures, "Martial Demon Xuan Zhen Zang". But before, everyone thought it must be Escrito's

——It is estimated that Urul itself was prepared for him.

But now we are definitely the number one, but with the pissing ability of Mo Yao and those guys who are only the first, they will definitely find excuses not to give it to you, so let them have nothing to say and honestly give "Wu Yao Xuan"

"Zhen Zang" is handed over to you, it must get a perfect evaluation, and the first plus is perfect, there is no reason to shirk from coming to the demon side."

Song Zheng suddenly realized it and asked: "Is "Martial Demon Xuan Zhen Zang" very powerful?"

"It's very powerful," Lang Jiu said: "Thirty percent of the most powerful beings in our clan practice this book. It is recognized as the supreme book suitable for most demon clans. However, it cannot be taught without great skills. Ordinary people

Very few people in the demon clan can be taught this. This is a great opportunity. If you miss it, you may never come into contact with this treasure book again in your life."

Song Zheng reluctantly agreed: "Okay then."

Lang Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and winked at the tiger demon: He had noticed before that Song Zheng seemed a little bored, which was why they had this conversation. Otherwise, they might come together tomorrow and Song Zheng would lead everyone back.

With Song Zheng in charge, no accidents occurred. The ten-day competition for recruits ended quickly. Wu Luer had no choice but to hold his nose and take the initiative to contact Lang Jiu using the communicator.

Lang Jiu was also very cunning. During the communication through the communicator, he made Urul personally admit that the recruit platoon of the death camp had reached the "perfect" level and could withdraw from the recruit competition.

Only then did he lead the people out.

When they returned, all the pure-blooded monsters in the temporary headquarters were cheering loudly. They were deliberately making such a fuss - the more enthusiastic they were, the uglier their faces became.

Song Zheng walked in the team and felt the murderous eyes in the scarlet eyes of the demons, but they were careless.

Normally, after the competition is over, a summary and commendation meeting should be held immediately, but Urul asked the troops to return to Jianghao City first and talk about other things later.

In previous conferences, the mistakes and lessons learned by the pure-blood demon clan were summarized, and the glorious achievements of the demons were commended. Of course, Urul was very pleased and couldn't wait to hold the conference.

This time it was the other way around, he just dragged it on as long as he could.

They set out in a show of glory, but came back in disgrace - the original car returned, so the recruits who were trapped in the death camp still rode in the same car as the demon recruits.

The three Escritos no longer dared to sit across from Song Zheng, and huddled in the corner dejectedly. Song Zheng didn't care, he didn't mind beating up the drowned dog, but in his eyes, these three were really not even drowned dogs.
Chapter completed!