One person: I will give you one of the Shining Fruits.

Zhang Chulan is too strong in the power leveling mode.

Even if Li Muxuan and Lu Linglong joined forces and used various tricks, they still could not pose a substantial threat to Zhang Chulan. It was even extremely difficult to slightly restrict his movements.

Just when they were at a loss, Feng Baobao appeared behind Zhang Chulan silently like a ghost.

Then, she took out a Ruyi from somewhere and smashed it towards Zhang Chulan's head without hesitation.

"Bang!" With a dull collision sound, Zhang Chulan fell straight to the ground and exited the training mode.

Feng Baobao's performance stunned Li Muxuan.

After fighting for most of the day, it turns out that this girl is the most hidden one?

............

After a moment, Zhang Chulan opened his eyes.

He rubbed the back of his head, which was swollen and painful, and asked in confusion, "Who attacked me?"

But before Lu Linglong and the others could answer him, Li Muxuan had already come to Zhang Chulan and asked word by word, "Little bastard, why do you know the spirit of the gods? Is there any relationship between Wu Gensheng and you?"

God's spirit?

Am I related to Wu Gensheng?

Zhang Chulan first wiped the saliva off his face, then pushed Li Muxuan away with some disgust.

His condition this time was actually similar to the last time in Biyou Village, except that he was kicked to death by Xiao Muyang last time, so he could only see a little bit of the Nascent Soul in his body.

But this time, he watched the whole thing.

I also saw some words written on the Nascent Soul, which seemed to be the spirit of a god.

But he really has nothing to do with Wu Gensheng, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up, and he looked at Li Muxuan and said slowly: "Wu Gensheng has a lineage that has survived to this day, do you know?"

"..."

Hearing this, Li Muxuan was shocked and stepped back repeatedly.

Is this little bastard really the descendant of Wu Gensheng?

"What? Just because I'm the descendant of your damn leader, you can't bring yourself to do it? Come on...hit me with the sword, and the problem will be solved."

Zhang Chulan stood up and kept pushing his neck towards Li Muxuan's face.

"No...I can't do this...I can't possibly do this!"

"Senior, why don't you kill me? I know you actually understand why I do this to you!"

Hearing this, Li Muxuan held his head with both hands, squatted down, and looked uncomfortable: "No, can you please stop caring about me, just leave, leave Nasen Island! I beg you youngsters!"

Zhang Chulan shook his head: "Senior, why do you ask us? You just wanted to commit suicide, why do you still ask us? If you really don't know what to do, I will give you a few ways."

Hearing this, Li Muxuan raised his head numbly and looked at Zhang Chulan.

"You can continue to seek death, we won't stop you."

"You can also cheer up and fight off Behemoth for Nason Island!"

"Or just follow us back to China and talk about the previous grudges..."

............

"Li Muxuan! Say something? You've lived for so many years in vain!"

Zhang Chulan looked at Li Muxuan who was still unwilling to answer, frowned and cursed.

"I......"

Li Muxuan was forced to retreat again by Zhang Chulan.

"Old man! Tell me, do you want to save your granddaughter?"

"But...from the moment she became king, I could no longer interfere with her..."

Hearing that Li Muxuan finally said a complete sentence, Zhang Chulan secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, he didn't push the old guy too hard just now...

"Then why do you want us to help you fight Behemoth?!"

"I just don't like those foreigners..."

"If we help you save your granddaughter and help you bully those foreigners, can you come back with us?"

"Bullying? You've also seen the firepower of those soldiers, not to mention the aircraft carriers, fighter jets, rocket launchers, etc..."

After hearing what Li Muxuan said, Zhang Chulan knew that this wave was stable.

"Don't worry, since the situation on Nasen Island has developed to the current point, we can't avoid a conflict with Behemoth, so I will ask the organization to help you bully the foreigners..."

"?"

Li Muxuan was suddenly stunned.

organization?

Could it be that the whole nature is not achieved?

............

At this time, in the distant eastern country.

Zhao Fangxu and several other directors had just finished a remote video conference with Huang Boren who was far away on Nason Island.

The core topic discussed in this meeting was all the actions taken by Behemoth on Nason Island after the sacred tree was tragically destroyed.

After a long and in-depth discussion, Zhao Fangxu and others finally reached a consensus.

They strongly support taking tough measures against Behemoth.

At the same time, in order to save those innocent people who might suffer harm in the conflict, they also decided to send a humanitarian rescue team to rush to Nasen Island to launch emergency rescue operations for the casualties.

......

After the meeting, Zhao Fangxu returned to the office and received a call from Zhang Chulan.

"Chu Lan?"

"Mr. Zhao, it's me... We are now trapped on Nason Island. What should we do... The firepower of Behemoth is too strong."

"I want to ask, does the company have any arrangements to allow us to evacuate Nason Island?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fangxu frowned and said unhappily: "Chu Lan, I told you not to go at the beginning. Don't go. Do you understand now?"

"Boss Zhao, I, Zhang Chulan, should never have done that... I should have listened to you. I didn't expect the water on Nason Island to be so deep... And those Behemoth soldiers were simply inhuman. Not only did they use live ammunition, but the sky was also filled with fighter jets and helicopters."

"As I'm talking to you on the phone right now, many people have died on this island..."

"Alright, alright, do you think I don't know what you're up to? I'll have Er Zhuang send you the evacuation location, and you can contact Mr. Huang to see how to evacuate more easily."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Zhao."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fangxu tapped the table rhythmically with a pen, wondering what he was thinking.

After a moment, he looked at the night outside the window, took out his cell phone and dialed.