National Expedition: Save the Immortal Cultivation World

"What does he mean?"

Zhang Jian and the provincial representative left quickly, leaving only Lu Muyang and the P city representative. In a sense, the three of them were now tied together as grasshoppers.

If the p city server has no future, none of them will get better.

"What he means is that the trialists who lost Cangwu City and entered the wandering escape mode from the seventh level, although many people died at the eighth level, those who were alive without exception have gained a lot. .”

"By the way, my name is Wang Lei, and I am currently the liaison person of the P City Guardian Alliance. If Captain Wei has any needs in the future, as long as I can do it, I will definitely go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Got it, this is also a guy who chose to stay on Earth instead of entering the trial level. Guardian Alliance?

fine.

"Thank you very much, I was thinking, P5 Legion——"

"Don't think about it, don't even think about it. Each of these trialists who died in battle and was reborn is valuable. Only some of the quotas are available in key provincial corps. The rest must be concentrated in the country to form a more powerful trialer corps. , is a real national team.”

"Captain Wei, let me tell you, we are also really greedy. Do you know what concurrent cultivation is? What I can reveal so far is that these reborn people who died in battle can cultivate two mental methods at the same time. The most awesome thing is that Can cultivate three kinds at the same time, Qingmu, Zixia, and Moving Mountain."

"These people are all personally tailored for their personal development by a team of supercomputers and experts. The reborn people who died in battle in the previous level have almost reached the level of Jiujiazi in just one level. They have dual professions! They are so awesome. !”

Wang Lei said with emotion on his face, the trial mechanism was too friendly to these reborn people who died in battle, and they were almost like their own sons.

"I understand, then on behalf of the P11 Legion, please donate some resources to our Guardian Alliance branch in P City!"

Wei Cheng said generously, he now holds two cities in his hands, and even if his vitality is severely damaged due to the Fuyun Sect's withdrawal from the cauldron, after three months of development, his financial resources are extraordinary.

"Okay, okay! Captain Wei really understands justice. Like Captain Lu, he is the backbone of our P City server!"

This contact person was very good at talking. After praising Weicheng, he also brought Lu Muyang along with him.

"Are the materials handed over here?"

"Of course not. Please ask Captain Wei to go to the city government office with me. We have special procedures and mechanisms."

"Okay, let's get started without further delay. Lao Liu, please say hello and ask everyone to go to the city government office to donate supplies."

Wei Cheng shouted.

Lu Muyang, who was next to him, laughed, "Commander Wei, doesn't he have a storage bag yet?"

"What?" Wei Cheng was stunned, what does this have to do with the storage bag.

Lu Muyang smiled and stopped talking.

Wei Cheng didn't take it seriously, and soon boarded the car with Wang Lei. Behind him, Liu Sui, Zhou Wu, and Bai Han organized and contacted the various brigades of the P11 Army.

The supplies they wanted to donate this time were too much to fit in the Qiankun Bag, so they were scattered into the storage baskets of each trialist.

When he arrived at the city government office, Wei Cheng was warmly received again. By the way, he also saw a large pile of supplies donated by Lu Muyang on behalf of his Loser No-number Legion.

There are about 10,000 jars of osmanthus wine, 1,000 jars of Dahuang Lieyang wine, 100,000 tea eggs, 100 kilograms of air-dried meat, etc.

At this time, there are three guardian legions receiving supplies, because they also need to practice. When the trialists are not on earth, they rely on them to fight against strange demons.

"Captain Wang, they have gone too far!"

As soon as they arrived here, one of Wang Lei's guardians rushed over to complain, but the spoils were unevenly divided. There were 30,000 people in the three guardian legions. The supplies donated by Lu Muyang were obviously not enough, so the two sides started fighting.

The other two Guardian Legions took advantage of the boss's presence to grab more. The Guardian Legion that Wang Lei was in charge of was actually short of a thousand jars of osmanthus wine due to his absence.

unacceptable!

"It's such a trivial matter to make a fuss! What a shame, Commander Wei, I'm making you laugh!" Wang Lei was quite embarrassed.

Wei Cheng was about to say something when suddenly the whole square in front of the city government office fell silent. The guardians who had been noisy before all opened their eyes wide.

But Liu Sui, Zhou Wu, and Bai Han each came running with a team of a thousand people. Although they were not uniform, the problem was that they were all cultivators!

The aura that was exuded inadvertently, or simply intentionally, gave people the feeling that there were three thousand Tyrannosaurus rex in a parade.

Even Lu Muyang was restrained.

Not to mention those guardians who so far are only Liujiazi and Qijiazi, all of them are trembling without being intimidated.

"Wei, Commander Wei, what does this mean?"

Wang Lei almost wanted to ask you if Wei Cheng is going to rebel?

Lu Muyang looked at Wei Cheng even more warily, "If Da Youqian rebels, I will have no choice but to fight tooth and nail."

"Donate supplies, what, there are a lot of supplies!"

"This is all a little thought from our P11 Corps. Thank you to the brothers of the Guardian Corps for guarding our hometown for us in the rear. You have worked hard!"

Wei Cheng deliberately said loudly that he was really grateful to these guys who gave up the path of trial, no matter whether they were cowards or not, it really solved their worries.

Then everyone looked at him, and then at Liu Sui, Zhou Wu, and Bai Han taking supplies out of the Qiankun bag.

The Qiankun bag they used was second only in quality to the one in Weicheng, and could hold 100,000 jars of osmanthus wine.

Looking at the mountains of wine jars piled up in the square in the blink of an eye, the 30,000 guardians gasped in unison. It was so scary!

But what was even more outrageous was the three thousand people behind them. Each of them took out some supplies from their own storage baskets and quickly evacuated.

But this is far from the end. Each thousand-man team of the P11 Legion is arriving in batches with the intervention of street police.

Everyone did not show off too much, so they came quietly, put down their supplies, and left silently.

But the whole process had shocked the 30,000 guardians so much that they didn't dare to breathe.

Wang Lei's immediate superior has already called the higher-level Guardian Department.

Yes, there were too many donated supplies that they had no right to dispose of.

"Captain Wang, please be careful."

Wei Cheng smiled slightly and shook hands with Wang Lei and the other two leaders of the Guardian Legion who came up with smiles on their faces.

I have no choice but to give too much. There are as many as a million jars of osmanthus wine alone!

I can’t finish it at all, I can’t finish it at all!

Wei Cheng was also very happy,

Cangwu City's inventory was finally cleared.

Those supporting breweries should be able to upgrade the production lines of Ma Dahuang Liyang Liquor.

Everyone is happy!

"Captain Wei, I really want to thank you so much this time for the P11 Legion. By the way, the legion station has not been resolved yet? This is definitely a mistake in our work!"

"Don't worry, everything will be completely arranged before tonight."

"The family members of the p11 legion trialists will be included in the list of key protection targets."

"This is what we should do, haha!"

Wei Cheng left amid praises. He was still happy to do this kind of thing that was good to everyone.

After him, Lu Muyang, who had been enduring a lot of trouble in the corner, immediately came to Wang Lei's side.

"Old Wang, you won't be able to use the 10,000 jars of Great Wilderness Fiery Sun Wine donated by Wei Cheng this time. This can only be effective if you have a cultivation level of nine years or above. You see, my p10 army just needs-"

"There is no p10 army anymore, no more!"

Wang Lei stated with an indifferent expression.

"But we still have more than 50,000 trialists, with an average strength of eight years, and 124 cultivators!"

Lu Muyang said hurriedly, "It's too much. What was your expression when I donated the supplies just now, and what is your expression now?"

"Sorry, it's impossible! We are the guard dogs, and you are the wolves hunting for food. Are you sure you want to rob us?"

Lu Muyang was speechless.

"Okay, I don't want the Great Wilderness Liyang Liquor, and I don't insist on a legion numbered with the prefix P, but it's a fact that I have more than 50,000 people. Your government can't even care about this, otherwise I will come back to be a housekeeper. Dog, do you think you can compete with me?"

"No matter what, your government must coordinate. At this ninth level, if Dasha Wei treats us like cannon fodder, where can we go to reason with him!"

"I demand the reorganization of the P11 Corps!"