Starting to guard the border: I copy talents

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As the sound rang out, a woman walked into the big tent proudly, followed by two people, both dressed in black military uniforms.

The woman who headed the account was tall, almost as tall as Shen Ming.

She was wearing a dark military uniform, her body proportions were extremely exaggerated, her curves were graceful but she carried a sense of power that could not be hidden.

Her skin is as white as snow, and her face is extremely pretty, with the aura of a lady from a scholarly family.

This reminded Shen Ming of a popular female character in a famous fighting arcade game he played in his previous life.

"This figure is really the best!" Shen Ming sighed secretly. What made him more concerned was the talent on the top of the woman's head:

[Tian Jealous Talent (Purple Talent): She is extremely talented. The speed of practicing all skills increases seventy times, and the speed of comprehending all laws increases ten times. Life span is reduced by half. 】

Golden talent, and it is an incredibly strong golden talent, but the side effect behind it...

Shen Ming knew a little about the average life span of humans in this world, but it was similar to the previous life.

As for whether warriors can extend their lifespan in the later stages of their training, Shen Ming still doesn't know yet, but losing half of their lifespan at the beginning would be too deceptive.

Shen Ming felt that he didn't want this purple talent at all.

Immediately began to guess the identity of the visitor.

This is the main camp of the Chinese army. These people walked into the commander's tent without notification, so their identities must not be simple.

"Zhenlong Division?" He Hao was surprised.

After hearing this, Shen Ming looked at the expressions of the people in the big tent, and it seemed that they all recognized the clothes of these three people, and they all showed nervous expressions.

It seems that the influence and deterrence of Zhenlongsi's skin are extremely extraordinary.

"Yu Yangluo? Why are you here?" Tang Mengling recognized the leading woman and frowned slightly.

She never expected that the leader of the Yanbing Mansion of the Dragon-Suppressing Division would appear here. After thinking about it for a moment, she recalled Old Man Jiang from before and made a guess.

"I didn't expect to meet Tang Dutong this time. I would like to congratulate you for surviving the disaster and escaping the last disaster."

Yu Yangluo's voice was cold, but his face was as bright as a smile. There is an indescribable neatness between the frown and smile, mixed with a unique and glamorous atmosphere.

"I came here to deal with an important matter, but I didn't want to meet Tang Dutong and Shen Ming." Yu Yangluo was very magnanimous as he looked around, walking proudly in the tent, and walked to Yu Yangluo calmly. Shaoyuan's side.

His eyes stopped on Shen Ming:

"That one thing becomes two things."

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows, his voice was still cold, but he smiled charmingly:

"Shen Ming, you have made great achievements this time, are you willing to join our Dragon Suppression Division?"

When Tang Mengling heard this, his expression turned cold and his eyes became dangerous.

Everyone in the big tent was speechless and looked at Shen Ming in confusion. They were confused today.

Shen Ming cooperated with the Zhucha Division in the hunt, discovered and participated in sealing the cracks in the demon clan, and was valued by the Zhucha Division.

But somehow he had an intersection with Zhenlongsi again?

From what Yu Yangluo said, it seems that he also participated in the Zhenlong Division mission and made contributions?

The function of the Zhenlong Division is to monitor the enemy's situation and search for intelligence from all over the world, similar to a spy agency. Due to its special nature, no one from Daxin, from officials to common people, wanted to interact with Zhenlongsi.

For a time, everyone in the border army was slightly afraid of Shen Ming.

Yang Fuping's face turned pale at this time, and he no longer looked like he was making excuses.

"Shen Ming is from Zhenlong Division? Then..."

A sense of impending disaster enveloped him instantly.

Shen Ming didn't want to be a spy. Life like that was too depressing. Moreover, he had already promised Tang Mengling to join the Punishment Division and was just thinking about how to refuse.

"Forget it, you're not in a hurry, I'll take care of the important things first."

Before Shen Ming could say anything, Yu Yangluo waved his hand casually, and then changed the subject:

"Get Yang Fuping for me!"

This was a clear sound, with cold murderous intent, and the two subordinates in black who accompanied him immediately blocked Yang Fuping.

Yang Fuping had already expected it, knowing that if he was captured this time, there would be no way out, so he was already prepared to fight stubbornly.

He was so fast that he took the opportunity to avoid the encirclement of two Dragon Suppression Department personnel and ran towards the entrance of the big tent.

This change happened so fast that everyone in the tent had no time to react and watched Yang Fuping trying to escape from the tent.

Shen Ming's position was closest to the entrance of the tent.

Zhenlongsi appeared in the military camp here, so he knew exactly what happened, so how could he let Yang Fuping escape?

He settled a portion of the debt for the Beituo Village tragedy to Yang Fuping. Now Xin

It’s time to settle all the old grudges together.

Shen Ming calmly took out the giant sword from his arm armor and had already blocked the door.

Yang Fuping originally wanted to escape, but now he met Shen Ming on a narrow road, with hatred on his gloomy face.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!" Yang Fuping sneered. He didn't know Shen Ming's current strength. He thought that even if Shen Ming improved in the past six months, he still wouldn't be able to reach the strength level.

"Qiang!" The blade flashed, and Yang Fuping pulled out the weapon with a cruel smile on his face.

The blade was already very close, and Shen Ming didn't seem to react, but kept staring at Yang Fuping.

"Die!" Yang Fuping shouted angrily.

"Zheng!" A clear dragon roar sounded, and Shen Ming drew his sword boldly when the opponent's weapon was about to hit him.

The speed was so incredible that before Yang Fuping could react, the long knife in his hand had already collided with Shen Ming's giant sword.

"Clang!" The swords clashed.

Yang Fuping felt a huge force transmitted to his hands holding the knife. He felt numb, itchy, and alternated with various sensations for a while, and he almost couldn't hold the weapon.

He staggered back a few steps, finally regaining his balance, and looked at Shen Ming in surprise, full of disbelief:

"Impossible, your cultivation level..."

Before he could finish his words, he was surrounded by Zhenlongsi and his two men, and there was no chance of escape.

"Did Shen Ming just use the Giant Sword Technique? The power of that blow seemed to have a level of strength!" He Hao was also confused by the scene just now. Now he came back to his senses and was extremely surprised by Shen Ming.

Everyone in the tent was discerning and saw that Shen Ming was able to defeat the enemy with one sword. The technique he used had the basis of [Soldier Body Judgment], but what was even more outstanding was another set of techniques, and his cultivation had reached the level of the power class.

"It's the [Giant Sword Technique], yes. Tang Dutong taught Shen Ming Zhu Chasi's secret technique, the Giant Sword Technique, and he gained strength in just half a year or so!" He Hao said with a bitter taste.

I thought how great it would be if I and Tang Mengling fell into the cracks in space together!

At this time, Yang Fuping still wanted to fight, but he had no time to act. He only felt a hard punch in the abdomen, and his whole body flew up, directly towards the place where Tang Mengling was sitting.

Yu Yangluo didn't know when he appeared, and he knocked Yang Fuping away easily, but he didn't subdue him.

"Not good!" Shen Ming was shocked and quickly stepped forward to save him.

Tang Mengling's cultivation level has only recovered to Qi level strength, so he is no match for Yang Fuping.

This matter had just been mentioned when Shen Ming was telling the story, and Yang Fuping also heard about it.

Yang Fuping fell heavily to the ground, but he felt that he was not seriously injured. The current situation was critical and he had no time to think about it.

Seeing Tang Mengling very close to him, he stood up and wanted to hold her hostage as a way to escape.

The other party is the capital of Yanbing Mansion, and his status is no small matter!

With this thought in mind, his movements were not slow. In an instant, he came to Tang Mengling's side and stretched out his hand to grab her neck.

Shen Ming was in a panic, but it was too late to rescue him.

Yang Fuping showed a smile of success, already imagining the feeling of Tang Mengling's pink neck in his mind.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" A voice shouted with anger.

Yang Fuping felt an inexplicable chill all over his body, and the long knife in his hand had been snatched away by the girl in front of him at some point.

In a flash of cold light, his outstretched arm was cut off at the root, and blood spurted out in an instant, but it was not contaminated by Tang Mengling at all.

How could Tang Mengling look like he was seriously injured in this thunderous blow? And there are only cultivations at the peak of Qi level?

She has clearly recovered all her strength!