I have a world to grow

Chapter 397 Joining the Xiahou Thirteenth Legion
What I heard earlier about the six princes vying for the throne was not introduced in the Jade Slips, so if you think about it, you will know that this kind of thing will not be said in the open.
Only when he actually joins the army can he know some inside information!
Lu Tian is already looking forward to the scene where countless corpses enter the Chaos Orb, and his cultivation will definitely increase gradually.
The following people were waiting for the notification in the mansion. Fortunately, within a few days, a message was sent from the communication token, and the disciples who received the task gathered at the gate of Qingyang Immortal Sect.
One stick of incense time, no time to wait!
When everyone came to the foot of Zongmen Mountain, they found that there were already thousands of disciples waiting here, among them were disciples from the outer sect who were below the Immortal Realm.
"Junior Brother Zhang, have you signed up too?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang, you go too!"

"Hey, staying in the sect is too slow to cultivate, I don't know when will I be able to break through to the next level, let's give it a go!"

"It's the same for me. If I'm lucky enough to survive, I don't need to worry about training resources for a certain period of time."

These disciples all knew how dangerous it was to join the army, but after seeing their contributions, they were blinded by greed, and took chances, thinking that they could come back alive.
After half a stick of incense, tens of thousands of fellow sects of the Qingyang Immortal Sect had already gathered at the foot of the mountain, and not long after, a middle-aged man in a Chinese robe came here.
His coming made everyone stop chatting, knowing that the person who came must be the elder of the sect.
The middle-aged Huapao didn't say a word when he arrived, he just threw a fairy boat, and after it became huge, he said: "The applicant enters the boat."

After all the applicants entered the fairy boat, Huapao middle-aged man also came to the fairy boat. Under his urging, the fairy boat slowly lifted into the sky and began to fly.
"You guys rest on your own! It will take ten days to reach the barracks." After the middle-aged man in Huapao said this, a futon appeared on the spot, and he closed his eyes and rested.
Lu Tian and the others followed suit by taking out the futons and sitting cross-legged on the spot, saying whether it was long or short for ten days.
Most of the disciples of the Qingyang Immortal Sect who were traveling with them were below the level of immortals, and the rest were just like everyone else. They were cultivated in the fairyland.
Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and all the people in the fairy boat could feel that the fairy boat had stopped. After the door opened, everyone followed the middle-aged man in Huapao and filed out.
What appeared in front of me was a huge square, obviously within a city, there were dense crowds of people in the square, and they wore different clothes.
Soldiers in gray armor are maintaining order in the surrounding area, hundreds of tables are placed in the center of the square, and people are registering behind the tables.
There was a long queue in front of the desk, waiting to be registered.
The middle-aged man in Huapao brought the people from Qingyang Immortal Sect to an empty table, and a man in charge was here, and when he saw the middle-aged man in Huapao coming, a smile appeared on his face.
"Elder Qingkong, I've been waiting for you for a while!"

His words made the disciples of Qingyang Xianzong know the title of the middle-aged man in Huapao, Qingkong!

Qingkong also showed a smile on his face, and said to the steward: "Steward Wang, I brought the son of the Qingyang Immortal Sect to report."

"Haha, welcome, welcome, I will arrange someone to register for them."

The steward spoke and called some personnel to register everyone.
And Qingkong and the steward left the square, not knowing where to catch up with the old days.
After everyone registered, the staff led them out of the square, and it took half an hour before they saw a city gate appearing in front of them.
After leaving the city, some fellow students looked back curiously. There were three large characters on the gate of the city, Bloody Battle City.
The staff leading the way saw the doubts of many people and explained to them: "This is the bloody battle city of my Xiahou Dynasty, and it is the first line of defense against the Ximen Dynasty.
The military camp we are going to is thousands of miles outside the city."

After speaking, the staff soared into the air, and so did everyone, following the staff all the way.
After a stick of incense, a military camp made of tents appeared in front of everyone. The entire military camp was surrounded by metal fences, which were tens of thousands of miles long.
The soldiers at the gate of the barracks obviously knew the staff, and let them bring the Qingyang Xianzong disciples into the barracks without stopping them.
Bring everyone to the barracks to wait, the staff left for a while and brought three people in golden armor.
There is a word "ten thousand" printed on the chest of their golden armor. It is not difficult to guess that they are all of the rank of ten thousand commanders.
Since most of the faces of the three ten thousand captains were covered by helmets, it was impossible to see their full appearances, but one could vaguely see that one was an old man, one was a middle-aged man, and the other was a young man.
As soon as they arrived, the staff left.
Everyone stood in a daze, not knowing how to arrange them next.
"Chasing the wind, Leng Xue, should we still divide this group of Qingyang Immortal Sect disciples equally?" asked the old man among the ten thousand masters.
"It doesn't matter!" said the young Mr. Wan, shrugging his shoulders.
"Okay, time is urgent, hurry up!"

In this way, the disciples of Qingyang Immortal Sect were divided into three teams, and Lu Tian and others followed the elders of the ten thousand masters.
From their conversation, Lu Tian learned that they were only the first batch of Qingyang Immortal Sect disciples to come, and more people will come later.
"Follow me!" The old man led them towards one direction of the school field, leaving a distance from the other two teams before stopping.
Although the iron hand looks like an old man, his voice is loud and straight to the heart, and people can feel the killing intent on his avatar with every gesture.
"Now line up, divide into ten rows and ten columns!"

Following the word of iron hands, the disciples of Qingyang Xianzong also understood how to stand, and lined up according to his request.
Iron Hand first introduced himself to everyone:
"My name is Iron Hand, and I am the commander of all of you. We all belong to the No.13 Legion of the Xiahou Legion. We belong to the First Army. Next door is the Second and Third Army. The Thirteenth Army is now led by the third prince Xiahou Dun.
You were all disciples of the Qingyang Immortal Sect, but the moment you stepped into the barracks, you have already become soldiers, I will divide you into the centurion under my command, and your centurion will guide you to familiarize yourself with it."

"Do you understand?"

After Iron Hand finished speaking, he asked everyone.
"Understood!" Intermittent voices came from the mouths of Qingyang Sect disciples.
After hearing the voice, Tie Shou frowned, obviously dissatisfied, and asked again: "Speak up, tell me, do you understand?"

"understand!"

This time the sound was a little better, although not neat, but much louder.
"Okay, now I will take you to the barracks where my First Army is located."

When they arrived at the First Army barracks, ten men in platinum armor had already greeted them. They were all commanders of the First Army, and they were wearing platinum armor.
"Ten of these people are handed over to you!" After Tie Shou finished speaking, he entered the barracks.
The ten commanders had smiles on their faces after listening to the order, and it was their turn to divide the people.
(End of this chapter)