One night
Mu Qingge lowered her eyes and calculated in her heart.
When she had a fierce fight with the old man Beiming, she suffered such serious injuries, but she recovered in an instant. But Mo Yang's minor injury needed a night.
"Where are the others?" Mu Qingge raised her eyes and asked.
"They are the same as subordinates." Mo Yang answered truthfully. But he had already guessed something.
'It seems that this is related to the concentration of genetically modified agents taken. 'Mu Qingge came to a conclusion in her heart. She said to Mo Yang: "This medicine can not only transform your physique and talents, but also give you a certain degree of self-healing and detoxification abilities. This is also a guarantee for you." It can be said that as long as the other party does not take her The bodyguards were killed with one blow. No matter how seriously injured they were, there was still the possibility of healing without any sequelae.
Hearing Mu Qingge's direct gaze with his own ears, Mo Yang, who had always been calm and rational, also showed an excited expression.
Mu Qingge said to him: "Tell everyone this, and then practice with peace of mind. Don't forget, there will be a competition waiting for us in two months."
Mo Yang left with excitement, and before leaving, his look at Mu Qingge was filled with gratitude.
He could already foresee the reactions of others after learning about this incident. It was Mu Qingge who changed them. From now on, their lives will be owned by Mu Qingge alone!
Two months passed by in a flash.
A month ago, Mu Qingge sent Mo Yang and a few people to retrieve all the customized weapons.
In front of everyone, she assembled the strange parts and conjured four weapons like magic.
One piece is a retractable eagle claw that can be climbed.
One piece is a sleeve arrow that can be fired continuously.
One is a spring-loaded multifunctional saber.
The last item is the Mitsubishi Army Spur hidden on the outside of the legs with a blood groove.
These equipments improve everyone's combat effectiveness. It also made them look at Mu Qingge with more and more admiration, even worship.
After spending a day learning how to assemble and disassemble them, Mu Qingge began to train them to cooperate with these weapons, while also urging them to continue practicing local martial arts.
In just two months, more than half of this group of people have entered the Yellow Realm, and most of the remaining half are hovering at the critical point of breaking through the Orange Realm and may enter the Yellow Realm at any time.
Huang Jing is already considered to be at the top of the Mu family army.
Basically, except for a few lieutenants who are in the green realm, the other warriors are in the three realms of red, orange and yellow. Among them, the red realm has the most.
What is frightening about the Mu Jiajun is not their personal cultivation, but their terrifying cohesion and unafraid of death.
A super master of the blue realm, facing the Mu family army alone with an iron wall, could only flee and not dare to fight again.
As night fell, Mu Qingge wore night clothes and led five hundred personal guards to stand on a mountain peak. Three clicks later, it was the camp of the Mu family army.
The five hundred people, all wearing close-fitting night clothes and equipped with weapons prepared by Mu Qingge, remained silent.
Looking at the tightly guarded military camp at the foot of the mountain, Mu Qingge curled her lips and smiled.
This time, she rarely wore red, but under the night, she was still as beautiful and charming as a poppy. The night wind blew her hair and slid across her face. The excitement of the bird's desire was hidden in the depths of her clear eyes.
It seemed that she was back to the time she was familiar with, doing things she was familiar with.
She said in a deep voice: "At the bottom of the mountain is the military camp of the Mu family army. Your task is to capture everyone in the camp and pull down the commander's flag."
(End of chapter)