This time, Zhao Hu, who was listening to the report in the army green tent, couldn't help coming out and looking at the vine tent with huge wood energy behind Bai Ling.

"Leap forward promotion, level 10!" The same voice contains Zhao Hu's surprised voice and Meng Guang's rough voice standing in front of Bai Ling.

Meng Xin and others staring at the big eyes, incredible looking at the wave of impact on her hair are flying up energy.

This group of people just promoted to level 10 in front of them. If they knew that little meatball had level 13 powers, and the power of white spirit was comparable to level 15 powers, they would be scared and cry!

Unfortunately, for Bai Ling and others, they are not only calm, but also quite calm, even calm to a faint unwilling.

Yes, the zombies I met today are much higher than them. They almost died. What can they do if they are promoted to level 8 or 10?

But if they still meet today's situation, they will win!

But for Zhao Hu and others, if they are promoted by the fruit of specificity, it's nothing. If they are promoted by the crystal nucleus, then kuyue is promoted to level 10, and even the energy is still rising steadily. Finally, they stop at the focus of level 10 and level 11 energy. It can be seen that if there are more, they will be promoted to level 11.

So it can only be said that the crystal nucleus of this wood power must be level 12.

My God, level 12. What's the concept? Even the senior powers who live in the house have to look up at these people.

Meng Xin and others are staring at the incredible, watching the huge waves of energy released, touched her hair, and even some hunting.

Is this the power of level 10?

Slowly, the energy finally weakened, and it was converged in the blink of an eye.

Bai Ling saw everyone's shocked eyes, the corners of his mouth with a trace of radian, did not expect that uncle's endurance was higher than Bai Xiaoxi, across the promotion period, even the sound of dull hum did not come out. Then some of them felt sorry for their uncles.

He certainly didn't want to worry people.

Hearing the sound of neat footsteps, Bai Ling's eyes, calm as the abyss, flashed a strange light, which was fleeting. He looked at Zhao Hu, who was walking towards them seriously behind Meng Guang.

With their arrival, even Meng Guang is slightly out of the way.

Bai Ling clearly sees that Meng Guang's eyes show an imperceptible respect for Zhao Hu.

It's reasonable to say that Meng Guang was older and had made great achievements before the end of the world. Zhao Hu was only a major after all. Now they are at the same level. She doesn't think Meng Guang would be afraid of a soldier.

It seems that something must have happened between two people.

"Miss Bai, I have agreed to your terms. Welcome Miss Bai to join the vanguard forces!" Zhao Hu's voice is very loud, and with a military sonorous and powerful atmosphere.

"Happy cooperation!" Bai Ling's mouth is smiling.

Zhao Hu stares at the white spirit and inquires. He is still wearing a black fur coat and a long sword. His beautiful white face looks like a jade carving with a smile. It seems friendly, but in fact it shows a sense of coldness. His eyes have a sense of starlight in the starry night.

Following her eyes, she quietly looked at the powerful people around her. She was surprised. Was she intentional?