Fire Monster

Chapter 85: A Critical Hit from Productivity (Additional Chapter 410 for the Fifth Brother in Wuliangshan Dormitory)

After Zhao Guanshan showed off thirty portions of inferior marrow cleansing liquid, he successfully completed the nine cycles of Qi refining.

At this moment, even the Lihuo Dao Talisman that appeared above his head became clearer.

And the vitality in his body, after circulating nine times, was like nine small streams converging together, and it became noticeably stronger.

To make a rough estimate, this amount is probably equivalent to one and a half Yang hairs?

In other words, the vital energy in his body is comparable to the five breaths of pure yang energy in the body of a single-seal martial artist.

Well, actually, this is already a legitimate single-seal martial artist.

But his overall strength is definitely not comparable to that of a mere single-seal martial artist.

Even if he picked up the broadsword again at this moment, the feeling was completely different from yesterday.

Because the vitality is so strong, it seems to create an illusion of a blood connection with the broadsword.

"This is actually the result of the warming up. After all, I really invested a lot of money in this."

Zhao Guanshan smiled slightly. In the path of martial arts, especially in cultivation, if you don’t consume enough resources, you won’t see any results.

At this time, after re-estimating the time,

Zhao Guanshan didn't need to go to sleep, but took out ten portions of inferior marrow-cleansing spiritual liquid and continued to warm the broadsword in his hand.

No matter how many resources you have, they are useless. The best way to survive is to convert them into combat power.

He never wanted to go through a situation like the forced conscription again, where he was filled with anger but was helpless.

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Nothing happened during the night, until the next morning, when the time-telling instrument rang.

Zhao Guanshan also happened to use up all the excess vitality in his body, and the broadsword in his hand had a mysterious aura and became even smoother.

This is the benefit of being nurtured at all costs.

If we test it on the operating table now, we can get a score of at least 60.

"call out!"

Zhao Guanshan swung the three-hundred-pound broadsword deftly, and the huge blade made a whistling sound in the air.

Like an arm commanding!

At this time, he really looked like someone who had been practicing the broadsword for three years.

"Everyone gather! The countdown begins..."

When Liu Yuwei's lion-like roar sounded, Zhao Guanshan had already packed up. The broadsword was still on his shoulder, Qu Ergou's long sword was slung on the left side of his waist, and a hide backpack was tied to his back. The newly purchased long sword was slung diagonally on the waist with the hilt facing right. There was a special hook on the third-level imperial armor here.

Overall it’s not an exaggeration, because there are even more exaggerated ones.

For example, Liu Yuwei carries a foldable psychic heavy shield and a psychic broadsword on her back, which looks like an oversized tortoise shell. It can also carry three imperially-sealed iron-feather arrows and a folded psychic spear.

He had a long sword on his left waist, a longbow on his right waist, a psychic crossbow on each arm, and a psychic dagger on each calf.

The whole person standing there looked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex covered with barbs.

In just ten counts, the Eighth Team had completed its assembly.

However, today, the team leader Liu Yuwei did not give a direct order to march out, but was waiting for something. Occasionally, she looked in the direction of the Fenwei Battalion Headquarters, as if she was worried about something.

Not only their Eighth Squad, but all other squads of the Fenwei Battalion were also assembled and on standby.

Everyone was confused and looked at each other, but no one understood why.

"It should be related to the military meeting last night. I don't know what the masters in the camp are doing. But don't pay attention to it. It doesn't matter what happens. It's just bullshit. It's not as fun as women."

The thief Sun whispered to Zhao Guanshan, looking like he had seen through the world and was living a life of drunkenness and dreams.

After waiting for about a few minutes, a man's deep voice resounded throughout the entire small town camp. It was the commander of the Fenwei Camp.

There was a hint of excitement in his voice, like a hyena that had seen blood, his drool could be a meter long.

Zhao Guanshan was even more keenly aware of the flash of anger in the eyes of team leader Liu Yuwei.

My goodness, did the military meeting last night involve core interests?

At that moment, he pricked up his ears.

"The order from the seal of the Palace of Preaching!"

"From now on, all the martial artists and martial artists' apprentices in the Demon Suppression Division who perform well in battle will be awarded a 90th-grade marrow cleansing elixir by the Dao Palace. This elixir can effectively dispel the negative effects of the demon-sealing potion and allow the user to advance to a new level in a short period of time."

"At the same time, the Dao Palace will also open the exchange of 80-grade cleansing marrow elixirs today. 50 Dao Palace contribution points or 50 merit points can be exchanged for one! If anyone is interested, they can go to the military supervisor, the Qi Refiner, to exchange it."

The commander spoke slowly, with full breath and clear pronunciation, and even paused to give the audience time to react and digest. Indeed, this was good news. At this moment, the entire Fenweiying town was filled with cheers and discussions, including the Eighth Squad, because the world had been suffering from the magic-sealing potion for a long time!

Although this magic-sealing potion allows them to resist demonic pollution to a great extent, it also seals their growth potential, and martial arts apprentices cannot be promoted to martial arts masters.

A single-seal martial artist cannot be promoted to a double-seal martial artist, and a double-seal martial artist cannot be promoted to a three-seal martial artist.

This is an act that will cut off your family lineage.

Now, finally, the masters in the Taoist palace have shown mercy and released this life-saving elixir.

Very good!
I don’t know how many people are ready to do something big.

However, Zhao Guanshan still glanced at Liu Yuwei, and saw that she was not happy at all, and even seemed to have known it for a long time. Her eyes looked towards the camp headquarters, and there was worry, anger, and unwillingness in her eyes. It was so complicated, just missing a color palette.

Zhao Guanshan seemed to be thinking about something. Liu Yuwei was almost about to have the words "loser is a bandit" tattooed on her body, so what happened at the military meeting last night?
It's a pity that he is just a vanguard at the bottom level and is not well-informed.

This is very passive.

Just as he was thinking this, the voice of the commander of the Fenwei Camp resounded throughout the venue again.

"I also want to tell you a piece of good news. It's a double blessing. From today on, the Fenwei Camp will add two more first-level imperial chariots. Therefore, all teams in this camp can apply for the right to use first-level imperial chariots by consuming merit points. The specific application requirements are to consume 50 merit points, which can be used for one day. Limited to three chariots, please apply as soon as possible."

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If the previous message was a grenade, then this message is almost a howitzer.

For a moment, even Zhao Guanshan was stunned. After many people came to their senses, they no longer had the mind to think about the 90th-grade marrow cleansing elixir. The sealed chariot was more attractive.

And it only requires 50 merit points, which is almost like giving it away for free!
"Wow, a first-class imperial chariot, Boss, Captain, let's apply for one too!"

Mo Laoer yelled in surprise, and the others also started to make a fuss, because the first-level Imperially Seal Chariot came with a psychic heavy crossbow, which could definitely tear open the defenses of the Demon Mother's Lair, so there was no need to go to the military supervisor to exchange for explosive talismans.

Although the prices of the two are the same, having a first-level imperial chariot for transportation is not only comfortable but also safe.

A group of people were shouting, but Liu Yuwei remained silent. She was so depressed that Zhao Guanshan almost thought she would cry.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

At this time, Zhao Guanshan was thinking about another thing.

The sudden appearance of two imperial seal chariots, and the 90th-grade marrow cleansing elixir issued by the Dao Palace? Is this so-called double happiness really a coincidence?
Is today the eighth or ninth day since the demons launched their massive attack? Daogong took out the 90th-grade marrow cleansing elixir at this time. Was it just made, or did he forget about it?

If we start counting from today, then what will happen to the soldiers who died in the past few days and those who performed well in the battle?
It always feels weird.

Also, why was it that the Fenwei Camp was able to purchase two first-level Imperially Seal chariots right after the Dao Palace released the news about the Marrow Cleansing Elixir?

Although this seems to be a coincidence, but, is it really just a pure competition between renting a first-level Imperially Seal Chariot with 50 merit points and exchanging an Explosive Talisman with 50 merit points?
At this time, the commander of the Fenwei Camp, who was gasping for breath, announced happily again.

This is definitely intentional, the winner is showing off!
"Finally, I have an important order to convey. With the permission of the Dao Palace and the approval of the Demon Suppression Division Headquarters, six new development camps will be added within the jurisdiction of the Demon Suppression Division's North Camp."

"Everyone knows about the pioneer camp, right? Three hundred and fifty years ago, our Fenwei Camp was a newly established pioneer camp. We were ordered to be stationed here and launched a desperate and protracted decisive battle with the evil demons. Three hundred and fifty years have passed, and countless human warriors have died here. But our Fenwei Camp has finally ushered in a new opportunity. We will be promoted to an elite camp. The Shanhai Camp is nothing special, and our Fenwei Camp is not bad either."

"It's just that the Fenwei Battalion has a staff of 40 teams, and after being promoted to an elite battalion, only 20 teams are needed. So, in the next few days, the selected teams will follow me, and the unselected teams will stay behind to guard. Everyone should be calm. No matter where we fight, it's all for the survival of our human race!"

"Alright, all teams should still follow the previous plan and destroy all the Demon Mother's nests within our jurisdiction!"

This was really shocking news. Everyone was stunned except Liu Yuwei. Zhao Guanshan realized that the Eighth Team would most likely have to stay behind because Liu Yuwei was on the wrong side.

"Stop talking so much, be quiet, I have already exchanged for the Explosion Talisman today, let's go immediately!"

Liu Yuwei suddenly became furious and strode out of the city.

But before they had gone far, they saw a first-level imperially-sealed chariot rumbling past in front of them. Not only was it filled with people inside, but it was also filled with people hanging outside.

It's even worse than the third brother on Earth, who was just a person hanging on a train.

These guys are hanging on each other, piling up on each other, and stacking up on each other.

They could fit more than a hundred people on a first-level imperial chariot.

That’s right, the three teams joined together and attacked one tank.

Even so, the Imperially Seal Chariot was still powerful, like a beast out of a cage, full of murderous intent and extremely aggressive.

Even the smoke and dust looks so handsome.

Everyone in the Eighth Team was drooling at the sight.

But Zhao Guanshan suddenly thought of something at this moment. Today, can their Eighth Team destroy a demon mother's lair as smoothly as yesterday?
In the face of booming productivity, we are probably going to see the classic scene of a horse-drawn train during the Industrial Revolution.

Soon, not only Zhao Guanshan thought of this, but everyone else's face changed drastically.

Damn, this is cutting off our source of income!
"Everyone speed up and march quickly!"

Liu Yuwei roared wildly and rushed out like a galloping horse. Her speed was no less than that of the first-level Imperially Seal Chariot, but the problem was that not everyone in the Eighth Team was like her.

A bad feeling is spreading!
(End of this chapter)