Doomsday Rise

The voice was not high, and it was transmitted to the ears of the two without any hindrance like a storm. The movements of the two stopped abruptly. Huang Zhanpeng's fist rested on the visitor's chest and almost touched his clothes. Guo Yong's sword rested on the visitor's neck. The blade had already touched the hair. The visitor ignored it and looked at the two with a smile.

"Liu Wei'an!" Huang Zhanpeng blurted out.

"Liu Weian has met you two!" Liu Weian cupped his fists.

"Don't dare!" Huang Zhanpeng quickly withdrew his fist and clasped his fist in return.

"When did you come?" Guo Yong slowly retracted his sword with a vigilant expression.

"The two of you may not be aware that a new organization has been established in the Ping'an Army." Liu Weian did not answer Guo Yong's question, but talked about another matter.

"What institution?" Huang Zhanpeng asked.

"Guest Ministry!" Liu Wei'an said.

"Your guest!" Huang Zhanpeng suddenly became interested, "What is a guest and what do you do?"

For some high-status and powerful masters to join the Ping An Army, according to their strength, these people should be in high positions. However, according to the promotion system of the Ping An Army, people who have just entered, even Li Huishui, cannot rush to high positions. After joining the Ping An Army, everyone is equal.

"When there is a shortage of people, I will ask the guild leader, but Ke Qing has the right to refuse. Of course, this is the case of actively attacking a certain target. That is the sentence. When the Ping An Army is attacked, Ke Qing needs to take action, especially when the headquarters is attacked by someone." Liu Wei'an said.

"How about the treatment?" Huang Zhanpeng asked.

"I think he should answer this question." Liu Weian's eyes fell on someone on the battlefield.

"Yuan Xuejun!" Guo Yong raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect him to join the Ping An Army. In terms of fame, the two of them are not as good as Yuan Xuejun. The fame of the two of them is limited to one city, and Yuan Xuejun is a master known in several neighboring provinces.

Huang Zhanpeng's heart was already moved, and he was even more anxious when he saw Yuan Xuejun also joined the Ping'an Army. However, he was concerned about Guo Yong after all, so he didn't speak rashly, but observed Guo Yong with his eyes.

"Our brothers agree to join the Keqing Department of the Ping'an Army, but we have one condition." Guo Yong said slowly.

"Please speak!" Liu Weian was very gracious.

"If one day our brothers want to leave, don't stop them!" Guo Yong said.

"You guys worry too much about this, Sword Twenty-Three of Jiange

To deal with zombies, the core strength is still masters. Ordinary soldiers can only block the attacks of zombies, buy time for masters to kill zombies, and share the pressure. With the addition of two masters, Huang Zhanpeng and Guo Yong, the pressure on the right side of the Pingan Army has been reduced a lot.

"It's time for us to loosen our muscles and bones." The big man in sackcloth stood up abruptly, leading more than twenty masters out of the building.

"I heard that the steamed stuffed buns from the Ping'an Army are delicious. Grandma's steamed stuffed buns can kill zombies and eat steamed stuffed buns. What are you thinking about? If you think about it, it will be dark." A man with glasses who didn't even have a hair on his head twisted his neck and made a crackling sound. When his body moved, a hole appeared in the wall of the building.

"For your own sake, and for the sake of your dead relatives, kill!" The woman with half of her face rotten looked terrifying, but she was one of the three giants in the city. With her order, hundreds of people were killed on the street.

"kill!"

The behaviors of masters will affect each other. Some people who didn't plan to make a move can't sit still when they see others have made a move, and follow them to fight out. Especially after the Ping'an army chanted the slogan of zombies for buns, almost no masters can resist this