And this time, the undyed voice brought with it a little laughter: "Moo-yan, where have you lived before? Aren't you surrounded by hillbillies who haven't seen the world before? How many generals in the district shocked you? In fact, what I'm saying is that there are wars that can be done, but there are also many constraints. ”

“On Floating Island, warfare will be divided into [General, Cloud General, King General, God will] four levels. ”

“[General] can only control mortals below the valley breaking period, and can only control 100 people at a time. [Cloud General] can control monks below the Golden Dan period, but can only control a thousand people at a time. ”

“From above [the king], the strength of the warlord has made a qualitative leap. Wang will be able to control the following monks, and at least 10,000 troops can be manipulated at a time. ”

“As for [the Divine General], they are able to control all the monks below their own two orders, and the more they know about the sea, the larger the number of troops under their control, the more they will never be able to climb, the more they will never stop. A real weapon of war, to say the least. ”

“To date, however, most of the warlords on Floating Island have been of the rank of [General]. Occasionally, several [cloud generals] are also carefully protected by several large family factions. As for [the king's general] and [the god's general], they have always obeyed only the Lange Empire..."

He answered a lot of questions for Mu Yan by not making a loud sound.

But she suddenly thought.

That's not true!

This doesn't look like an undyed speech at all!

Turning around, Mueanton was upside down.

It turns out that she took the ancient book to pronounce it before she even noticed it.

This little pervert dares not understand the battle system of Floating Island. Now he is holding Buddha's foot temporarily and playing Pepsi in front of her!

I don't know how this little pervert recognized the words in the ancient books.

Undyed was rising towards the ancient books and suddenly saw a long, white, luminous hand pressed against his page.

As soon as the teenager looked up, he laughed at the curvature of his mouth, and his voice couldn't help but beat.

“Never seen a peasant in the world? How many battles won't know? ”

“Hey, hey!” Without dyeing an innocent smile, he shook his hand, threw the ancient books out, the books in the sky immediately burned without fire, disappeared clean, and left no dust, "Muyan, what are you talking about? Why didn't I understand?... you said I was mocking you? How is that possible? I have a good heart for Muyan, the sun and moon, ridicule or something, I definitely didn't do it, or you heard wrong..."

Mu Yan had endured the urge to chop people into bars, ignoring him and turning to the drunkard on the wheelchair.

“Who are you? If you are a warlord, why are you in a gravel post? ”

The drunk saw Muang ignore him all the time, and he wasn't in a hurry, just waiting quietly.

Until he heard Muang's question, he smiled softly: "The past is untraceable. What's the point of knowing a boring thing like a name? If you don't give up, just call me" alcoholic. "”

Muang shrugged his eyes: "What is your level of battle general? ”

Alcohol madmen glanced, "It controls the ranks of all the crushed stone gangs. ”

Hiss--!

There was this rumbling, air-conditioning sound coming in.

“What a big breath! Control of the gravel gang owners? Ha ha. Does he think he's the king? ”