Chapter 777: Coast Patrol, Trash and the Disabled

It is indeed a military stronghold, a city of iron and blood!

Looking at the gray and uniform buildings in front of him, countless people in a hurry, and the soldiers wearing armor and exuding murderous aura and fighting spirit everywhere, Zhan Nianchuan sincerely praised.

He was sure that although most of these soldiers were in the late stage of Qi Condensation, they could ignore the pressure of the other party and exert their highest combat power against the cultivators in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

War and killing are the best training for people!

At this moment, he had the idea of ​​sending all the disciples of Xuantian Sect to Jinghai City for training. Serving here for three years will definitely be of great benefit to their future.

After thinking for a while, he came to the teleportation array on the right side of the city gate.

There are dozens of large teleportation arrays marked with different place names here, which seem to go directly to several major areas in the city. Countless people went up and down on it, and white light flashed from time to time, and the surrounding space was slightly unstable.

Seeing the words "Inquiry Office" marked on the top of a round counter, and two beautiful women answering questions from many monks, Zhan Nianchuan quietly squeezed to the front of the counter.

"I want to hunt sea monsters to earn military merits, but I don't know what procedures to go through?"

"Daoyou, go to the Military Affairs Office and ask someone, and you'll know. Line up and wait for the teleportation." The woman pointed to a teleportation array on the right that had just completed the teleportation and was still shining with a faint white light.

After a cup of tea.

Accompanied by a slight dizziness, Zhan Nianchuan found himself in the center of a huge square.

In front and on the left and right were tall gray buildings connected together, and the building in front was engraved with three large gilded characters "Military Affairs Office".

Hundreds of people who teleported with him jumped off the stone platform and began to pour into the tall buildings around them. There were also many people walking quickly from the back, and they also dispersed and entered different rooms.

After walking around for a while, Zhan Nianchuan saw a room with a sign of the Recruitment Office, and his eyes suddenly lit up, knowing that he had come to the right place.

It was very spacious and bright inside. Hundreds of people were already handling various matters, forming more than ten long queues.

Soon, it was Zhan Nianchuan's turn.

An old man in the late stage of foundation building sat at the counter, his eyes flickering slightly, and he looked up and down at Zhan Nianchuan, and asked questions continuously: "Which sect are you from? Do you have any special skills?"

"I am a casual cultivator, good at fighting."

Upon hearing this, the old man was immediately very interested, and several cultivators around him also looked at him in astonishment.

The old man smiled and said: "Young man, you can't just say you are good at fighting. The bloody and cruel fighting of thousands of cultivators on the battlefield is not comparable to you and one or two people of the same level fighting in the arena."

Zhan Nianchuan did not comment on his statement, and his expression was indifferent.

The old man was very unhappy when he saw this, and snorted coldly: "Since you are so confident, then go to the second floor to participate in the selection of the patrol team. This is the fastest way to earn military merits. Next."

Go up to the second floor.

There were dozens of rooms with different signs, and people were coming in and out from time to time.

After entering the room where the patrol team was, Zhan Nianchuan was shocked to find that it was very spacious, more than 200 feet in size, and there should be space restrictions. There were already dozens of people and two demon cultivators sitting on chairs around the room, all silent.

A quick look showed that all of them were in the middle stage of foundation building or above, with cold eyes and full of murderous aura. It was obvious that they were not simple at first glance.

And on the only big chair sat a middle-aged man with crippled legs and left hand, one eye blind, and terrible scars all over his face.

Although this man was wearing plain clothes, his only remaining eye was cold and sharp, and he was surrounded by a layer of murderous aura. The aura he exuded was unfathomable, and it was difficult to guess his specific realm.

There was no doubt that this was a battle-hardened warrior with blood on his hands.

He glanced coldly at Zhan Nianchuan who saluted him, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, like sand rubbing against the bottom of a pot, "Too weak, the patrol team doesn't accept trash, get out."

"Really? Then it seems that I have come to the right place. Although your mouth is a little foul, I won't argue with the cripple." Zhan Nianchuan shrugged and looked directly at the middle-aged man.

There was silence in the field.

To everyone's surprise, the middle-aged man not only did not get angry, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He casually waved his only remaining right hand and motioned Zhan Nianchuan to sit down.

This wait lasted for a full ten days.

During this period, people entered the room from time to time, and then sat on the chairs around like Zhan Nianchuan, and began to wait endlessly.

Until all the seats were full, the man finally slowly opened his one eye, raised his hand and threw out a sound transmission note.

Soon, three tough men wearing iron armor and with a murderous and violent aura and a woman with scars all over her face, who looked ferocious and terrifying, entered the room and bowed deeply to the middle-aged man.

"Patrol Team Ninth Squad, meet the Great Commander Long!"

Commander!

Is this man one of the nine great commanders of Jinghai City? !

The hearts of the 100 cultivators and demon cultivators present suddenly jumped, and they looked at the disabled man with awe and horror.

Being able to ascend to the position of commander among tens of millions of cultivators, this man's identity is definitely not simple.

"Long... Commander... Are you... Are you the Tyrant Sword Long Yuanwei?" A man exclaimed in surprise.

This name seemed to have magic power. All the monks showed incredible expressions, as well as endless joy and enthusiasm.

"Ba Dao?" Long Yuanwei's terrifying face showed a trace of nostalgia and sadness, and then he regained his calm, "As this kid said, I am now just a cripple, and can only survive in the rear."

As soon as the voice fell, the four monks' faces changed drastically, and then turned into a monstrous murderous intent. The ugly woman with scars all over her face suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhan Nianchuan, who had a calm face. Her triangular eyes flashed fiercely, and she took out a cold and shining water-dividing spear.

Those who dare to insult the commander-in-chief will die!

Being locked and besieged by four battle-hardened monks, Zhan Nianchuan couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and slowly clenched his fists in his sleeves.

A bloody killing is about to begin!