Chapter 1008: A Bet?

ve a spiritual realm 。"Ding!" The test is over, the metal helmet automatically rises, and workers are already rushing over. 。Looking at Lan Buzi and Tang Wulin's eyes, there was a significant change...Every young man has a heart that yearns to serve in the military. A soldier who doesn't aspire to be a general is not a good soldier. 。

In childhood, everyone has a dream of being a general.

Tang Wulin is no exception. 。When he saw the three stars right in front of him, his face couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement. 。With his own hands, he pinned on the insignia for him. 。The other eight Blood Gods couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on their faces. 。"Given that your rank has exceeded that of a major, from now on you will be promoted from the Blood God Camp's external personnel to the Blood God Camp's reserve members." 。Your next goal is him. 。As he spoke, Blood One pointed a finger at Blood Nine, "Outside of the Nine Blood Gods, the prepared members are already the highest level of the Blood God Camp" 。But the peak is only raising to the rank of a major. 。To go further, it's simple. Defeat a Blood God, and then you can replace his position and become one of the official Blood Gods of the Blood God Camp. 。"Did you understand" Tang Wulin turned his head to look at Xue Jiu, who was also looking at him. His eyebrows rose slightly, and a smile spread across his face, becoming even more intense. 。Xue Jiu was born in the Martial God Temple, undoubtedly a titled Douluo-level powerhouse, and a three-word Dou Qi master. 。The distance between him and himself is still quite far! But, what Tang Wulin was thinking about now was that with the improvement of his cultivation, the most needed thing right now was a powerful opponent. 。Only under the pressure of powerful opponents can one's cultivation be more quickly stimulated in actual combat, and their progress can continue at a high speed. 。"Understood, thank you, sir." 。Blood Ninth Commanderhing the audience saw was shattering, shattering on the black of Beiming Sword. When Tang Wulin's right hand grasped the blade of Beiming Sword, the air seemed to become like a spider web, with streak...