A conflict broke out here, immediately attracting quite a few people around the camp to watch, pointing and whispering in their ears from afar. As the Young Manor Master of the Great Ming Manor, Qin Ming belonged to the inner circle of the front-line yamen, and many of the upper echelons of the sect knew him.

Qin Ming's expression was extremely ugly. He definitely did not dare to accept Chu Jun's challenge, but if he did not accept the challenge, how could he live with his face? This time, he and his father invited him here voluntarily to follow behind the first prince to gain some credit. When the first prince sits down as the head of the continent in the future, he will also be able to gain some credit. Even if he cannot become the manor head, it would be good to get a city lord. However, he had lost his prestige not long after coming here, so how could he lead the various sects of the Great Ming Manor?

"Chu Jun, don't be so arrogant. The position of Young Manor Master's battalion master was personally sealed by the First Prince. How could anyone who wants to sit be able to do so!" A middle Nascent Soul stage elder beside Qin Ming said coldly.

Chu Jun spread out his hands and said, "So it was personally sealed by the First Prince. No wonder!"

Chu Jun's tone was ridiculous. As long as he wasn't an idiot, he could tell what he meant. He was clearly mocking Qin Ming for taking the position of battalion master through the back door.

Qin Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. He said coldly, "This Young Master is now the camp master of the Great Ming Camp. There are eight cities in the Great Ming Manor, and all the recruits of all sects are subject to the control of this Camp Master. Chu Jun, as the temporary leader of the Serene Sun City, you are the direct subordinate of this Camp Master. You must obey my command." From now on, the people of Serene Sun City are in charge of the security of the camp. You have to arrange people to guard the camp for twelve hours every day! "

Without waiting for Chu Jun to agree, Qin Ming waved his sleeve and left the Sky Phoenix Sect's camp with his men!

The big hammer spat and carelessly said, "Pull a hammer!"

Chu Jun only smiled indifferently. In any case, the two sides had already formed a bond. Moreover, the Great Ming Manor's Manor Master was a member of the Eldest Prince's faction. He didn't need to give him any face at all and offended him.

As if nothing had happened, Chu Jun returned to the tent and asked about Fan Jian and the big club's recent situation.

When Chu Jun saw Fan Jian's reluctant expression, he couldn't help but ask strangely, "Bitch, if you have fart, then let it go. Hesitating isn't your style!"

Fan Jian gritted his teeth and was about to tell Li Xiangjun about the establishment of his own faction when a disciples of Tianhuang Sect reported loudly outside the tent, "Reporting to Sect Master, there is a person called Luo Heng outside who wants to see him!"

Chu Jun and Fan Jian couldn't help but be overjoyed. At the same time, they blurted out, "Please!"

After more than two years of absence, Luo Heng was still as cold as ever. His tall and straight figure was like a sharp unsheathed sword, and the cold sword intent emanating from his entire body was shocking. After stepping into the tent, the terrifying sword intent on Luo Heng's body subsided. He didn't say anything and only nodded slightly at Chu Jun and Fan Jian.

"Haha, Old Luo, I haven't seen you in two years, and my cultivation has improved again!" Chu Jun happily gave Luo Heng a bear hug.

Xiaoxiao's eyes curved into two crescent moons as she sweetly shouted, "Brother Luo Heng!"

Luo Heng stretched out his hand and patted his little head, a cold and stiff smile appearing on his face, "Growing taller again!"

Zheng! Suddenly, a sword cry sounded. Following a flash of sword light, Luo Heng had already received several swords from Fan Jian as he spoke.

Xiaoxiao couldn't help but flatten her mouth and helplessly said, "Here we go again!"

The hammer slipped out of the tent with great cleverness, lest it become a fish in the pond!

It turned out that the baton hammer was very wise. Not long after he slipped out, the tent was cut into beehives by countless sharp sword intents. Chu Jun couldn't help but lean against it. A boundless amount of Spiritual Energy surged out, instantly shaking Fan Jian and Luo Heng away. With a stinky expression on his face, he said, "You damn bastards, if you want to scram out and fight, this is going to tear down this daddy's tent!"

Both Fan Jian and Luo Heng withdrew their swords at the same time. The former twitched his lips and said, "Isn't it just a tent made by the Divine Secrets Pavilion? I'll compensate you!"

"Bullshit!" Luo Heng said.

Chu Jun couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Alright, you are uncles. It's been two years since we last met. We should go out and make love before coming back!"

Xiao Xiao giggled!

"Pei pei, boss, don't be so disgusting!" Fan Jian shivered and glanced at Luo Heng with disdain.

Luo Heng said coldly, "Seeing Fan Jian's appearance, I feel like vomiting!"

Fan Jian suddenly felt as if he had been trampled on his tail and scolded, "Bullshit, cold-faced ghost, I want to cut you off every time I see you!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to cut it!"

"Damn it, let's go out and fight one on one. But let's just say that you have to suppress your Spiritual Energy to the middle Gold Core stage!"

"Early Gold Core stage!"

"Your grandfather!"

"Your second uncle!"

Chu Jun couldn't help but have a headache. He waved his hand and said, "Gentlemen, can you fight one on one later? Listen to me for a moment!"

"Speak!" Fan Jian and Luo Heng turned their heads at the same time.

Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed as she rolled into Chu Jun's arms, her shoulders shrugging. Chu Jun raised his hand and slapped the girl's round butt. The latter clutched her butt with a loud shout, and her pretty face flushed red as she flattened her mouth.

"Old Luo, you're not here to fight Fan Jian alone, are you?" Chu Jun ignored Xiaoxiao and asked Luo Heng.

Luo Heng put away the takeoff sword and sat down, "Of course not. I never thought that this lowly guy would be here!"

"Cold-faced ghost, let's see if I can kill you again!" Fan Jian couldn't help but exclaim angrily.

"Damn it!"

"Your sister!" Fan Jian couldn't help but utter Chu Jun's mantra.

Chu Jun laughed and said, "Then what are you looking for me for?"

"Just now, I heard that you were fighting with someone else, so I came to take a look. I had already guessed that you would lead the Heavenly Phoenix Sect!" Luo Heng said indifferently, then turned around and smiled at Xiao Ling'er. "Little Ling'er, do you have any wine?"

Xiaoxiao loved to drink since she was a child. She was a typical little drunkard, and she had a lot of good wine hidden on her body. Back then, Fan Jian had lived in the Heavenly Phoenix Sect for a period of time. Every day, apart from practicing swordsmanship with Fan Jian, he had been begging for alcohol from a young age. The usually cold-faced and cold-hearted fellow would only laugh at small hours.

"Drunkard, I don't know how to bring wine. I always ask for it. Are you ashamed?" Xiaoxiao smiled and took out a jug of milk wine from the Half Spirit Race. She quickly poured four cups of milk wine and picked up a cup to drink. Normally, Chu Jun strictly controlled her drinking and only allowed one drink a day. Now, he had to drink enough when he had the chance.

Chu Jun smiled and said, "It's just that I had a little conflict with the Young Manor Master of the Great Ming Manor, Qin Ming. I didn't start a fight!"

Luo Heng nodded. He was not surprised. With Chu Jun's personality, even if he were to fight with the main continent, Luo Heng would not be surprised at all. Chu Jun picked up the wine and took a sip. He smiled and asked, "Why are you here?"

Without waiting for Luo Heng's reply, Fan Jian interrupted, "The Haotian Sect is from Bian Yang Prefecture's Mingzhao City, and is also one of the sects that are called upon. Our sword cultivators are originally focused on slaughter, so it would be strange if cold-faced ghosts don't come!"

Luo Heng coldly glanced at Fan Jian and said, "Damn it, have you been working as a bodyguard these past two years?"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes and said, "Master bodyguard, you have a face. During this period of time, I have killed 800 ghosts even if I didn't kill a thousand ghosts!"

"Cows are not bragged!"

"Don't you dare not believe it? I've been wandering around the battlefield of humans and ghosts all this time, hunting down lone ghosts!"

"Damn it, why aren't you looking for me for such a good thing!" Luo Heng glared at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian chuckled, "Isn't there a chance now?"

"That's true!" Luo Heng nodded.

"Hehe, drink, drink!" Xiaoxiao stood up and gently filled the three of them. Then, she filled a cup for herself and sneaked a glance at Chu Jun. Seeing that he did not object, she happily picked up her wine cup and took a big sip.

"Chu Jun, are you optimistic that the First Prince will send troops this time?" Luo Heng asked.

Chu Jun shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, but at this moment, the Ghost Race's aura is like a rainbow. Even the Heavenly Star Army of Star Continent has lost their courage. It would be very difficult to win just by relying on the 100,000 troops of the First Prince!"

Luo Heng nodded his head and said, "I think so too. However, if we are used as cannon fodder, it won't be worth it!"

Chu Jun smiled and said, "If the first prince only wants to use us as cannon fodder, then he will undoubtedly lose this time!"

"What do you mean?"

"Although we are not as well-trained as that regular army, "But each has its own strengths. As long as you use it well, it will definitely be of great use. Moreover, there are ten Nascent Souls in one city, 160 Nascent Souls in the two prefectures and 16 cities, and nearly 2,000 Gold Cores. How powerful is this? If the First Prince only wants to use us as cannon fodder to consume the power of the ghost race, then what reason does he have to win?" Chu Jun said indifferently.

Fan Jian curled his lips and said, "The idea that he wanted us to be stationed on the front lines and use us as cannon fodder is already very obvious!"

"No matter how much, I have to fight anyway!" Luo Heng gulped down the wine in his cup.

Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up and she smiled sweetly as she picked up the wine jug and filled it up for Luo Heng. She giggled and said, "Drink and drink!" After that, he filled his empty cup and was about to lift it up for a delicious taste when Chu Jun flicked his forehead.

The little girl drank two cups of wine. Her pink and tender face was flushed red, and her eyes were filled with water. She was extremely beautiful. She said coquettishly to Chu Jun, "Big Brother Jun, I'll drink one cup. I won't drink after drinking this cup!"

Chu Jun couldn't help but stare at her helplessly, "Little drunkard, drink slowly!"

Xiaoxiao shrugged her nose, revealing a dimple on her cheek. She picked up her wine glass and drank it carefully.

"Right, I'm going to Heavenly Wolf City to inquire about the situation. Are you interested?" Luo Heng said.

Fan Jian hurriedly said, "Naturally, such an exciting matter cannot be left without Master!"

"I also want to go!" Little Gulu drank all the wine.

Chu Jun nodded, "Alright, I originally planned to go to Heavenly Wolf City to inquire about the situation!"

Seeing that Chu Jun did not object, Xiaoxiao immediately jumped up in joy. She picked up the wine jug and filled it for herself, but before she could drink it, Chu Jun took it over and drank it. Immediately, she withered and opened her mouth.

Fan Jian couldn't help but laugh. He handed over his cup and said, "Come, Brother Sword Drinker, look, Brother Sword treats you so well!"

"I won't drink your saliva!"