Zhou Yiran took off the metal ring.

When he saw the poison dragon staring at him in a daze, Zhou Yiran subconsciously touched his earlobe, "Ah, damn it!" A severe pain came, making Zhou Yiran feel that his earlobe was still broken.

The poisonous dragon stepped forward and hugged Zhou Yiran: "You are actually alive. I'm very happy. Didn't you meet him?"

Zhou Yiran heard Poison Dragon talk about him, and he must be referring to the God of Death. "What is him?" Zhou Yiran asked in discomfort.

"Okay, I know you didn't meet him. If you meet him, you won't wake up at all!" After Poison Dragon said, Huang Feihong, Dinas and others also woke up one after another. After they woke up, they saw Zhou Yi and then walked forward at the same time and looked at them carefully.

"You are not dead? That person said you can't live. I made a bet with him. Now I win!" Dinas said casually. He met a veteran code-named Yafu in the simulated battlefield. He told Dinas that Zhou would definitely die and would not wake up. Dinas didn't believe it, so the two made a bet.

No third person knew about Zhou Yiran driving light armor to kill the god of death. The battlefield of the simulated dream machine cannot be controlled by the outside, and no one knows what is happening inside.

"It's good if you haven't died!"

After enduring the threat of death, Zhou Yiran fully knew that weak strength was equivalent to death. If he had no Guangjia this time, he would have died miserably.

Zhou Yiran began to step up his practice of the "Giant Spirit Heart Sutra". He has practiced this set of exercises to the third level, and his strength has not yet reached the level of wood-destroying. He must hurry up.

Zhou Yiran speculated that the God of Death is definitely not the strongest person in the Tarts army, and he must have enough strength and strong enough self-protection ability.

Ten days later, Zhou Yiran finally practiced the martial arts to the fourth level.

The strength has also reached the primary level of destroying wood. Using the God-Fengshen combat skills, the combat power has instantly reached the advanced level of gravel.

What's even more terrifying is Huang Feihong. He has already practiced the "Fudilong Heart Sutra" to the seventh level, and his strength evaluation reaches the intermediate level of gravel. When Huang Feihong fights the poisonous dragon, he wins more than he loses less.

The awakening technique of the poison dragon is Thunderstorm Fist. It instantly hits a thunderstorm Fist. Thunder light flashes within a five-meter range, numbing the opponent's body. However, when fighting against Huang Feihong, the Thunderstorm Fist is greatly reduced.

The current poison dragon is still the original poison dragon, and the current Huang Feihong is no longer the original Huang Feihong.

Zhou Yiran fought against the poison dragon. If the poison dragon was not suitable for Thunderstorm Fist, Zhou Yiran used the God-Feng skills, and the poison dragon would undoubtedly be defeated.

...

"You have all grown up and my mission has been completed! Now I want to take you to the main base, and a group of new recruits will be replaced here! I really hope that one of you can become the captain. Training the recruits is interesting!" After Poison Dragon said, Zhou Yiran and the other two thought about the torture they suffered when they first arrived here, and they felt a sense of resentment and expectation. If they become the captain, would they also practice their skills with the recruits?

(It's the New Year, I've been out of the palace recently and I'll say a New Year to everyone. I've left the palace, so don't you give me a monthly ticket or something?)
Chapter completed!