Wang Le looked at the two guys with confusion on his face, and could only say that they were all full men and didn't know that the hungry men were hungry.

As prides of their respective Taoist priests, they have never lacked cultivation resources. They are cared for by the elders of the masters and sects to concentrate on their cultivation in the greenhouse. They have never deeply realized the fundamental impact on the martial arts world after the great changes in the world environment. As time goes by, the shortage of cultivation resources has become increasingly serious.

The severe trend of increasing shortage of cultivation resources is already irreversible unless the environment of the world improves again.

Obviously, this is impossible.

After thinking about it, Wang Le broke the silence and said to the two of them: "There is a big saying in the world that the world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit, from small to large to large to sects and countries, without exception."

Then Wang Le slipped his mouth and continued with a light voice: "The environment of heaven and earth has changed drastically. Not only are the cultivation resources owned by the forces of the large and small sects in the martial arts world less and less, those hidden worlds that transcend the martial arts world, even if the foundation is deep, are not much better."

"Because everyone lives in this land, no one can continue to live comfortably like before the great changes in the world."

Speaking of this, Wang Le smiled and said, "Unless the martial arts world changes into a new civilized lifestyle like the world of the world, no longer practices martial arts, otherwise, this will be a death disaster and there is no way to untie it."

"So you can only speak by strength. Whoever has a big fist will gain the greatest benefits in the future chaotic times of competing for cultivation resources."

Wang Le's in-depth and simple story immediately made Zheng Ge and Fatty Huang, who were already puzzled, suddenly enlightened, and couldn't help but reveal a sudden look.

After all, neither of these two are fools. Wang Le's explanation certainly understands the fundamental reason why the hidden Taoist dynasties strongly intervene in the martial arts world, and truly realizes the cruelty of it.

Because with the competition for cultivation resources, it is destined to be full of blood, the fall of warriors and the demise of Taoism will inevitably occur.

Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge seemed to have seen the bloody scene of extermination in the future in troubled times. At that time, the fall of the powerful man in the heavenly level will become a common thing.

Thinking of this, both of them turned pale and ugly, and they were worried not only about themselves, but also about the future of the sect.

Seeing this, Wang Le knew that although they had matured a lot after this period of training, they were still a little immature after all.

Faced with the turbulent times in the future, only those heroes who have experienced life and death and have stepped on countless corpses can achieve the solid heart of Tao as a rock, and make a way for themselves to make a life for themselves, and even use this to further improve their martial arts cultivation and become stronger!

Wang Le is such a character. For him, only in troubled times, there are more possibilities for opportunities, allowing him to go faster and further on the road of martial arts.

Of course, in this process, you must also take more risks.

Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge, who were worried, were confused in their eyes. After seeing this, Wang Le said in a deep voice: "No matter how much you think, it is useless. Only by doing your best to improve your martial arts cultivation and temper your martial arts will, can you have the opportunity to survive the future disaster."

"Otherwise, you will not even be qualified to survive this chaotic disaster!"

Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge were stunned at first, and then they all showed a firm look in their eyes, obviously accepting Wang Le's statement.

Then he saw Fatty Huang looking at Wang Le enviously, and couldn't help but sigh deeply: "How great would it be if I had a third brother, you, a general who was not afraid of danger!"

Wang Le immediately rolled his eyes to Fatty Huang, and said with a chuckle: "I can't envy this thing, unless you can go back and forth in the pile of dead people, maybe you can do it to the level of my brother."

"Uh!" Fatty Huang shook his head without hesitation and refused, "Then let it go, brother, I have always been timid, I dare not do this."

At this moment, before the three of them continued to talk, they saw two middle-aged men in yellow military uniforms in camp stationed not far away, walking through the open camp gate and walked together to the trial team.

The two deacons, Tian Zhao, were obviously familiar with the two middle-aged men in yellow who came, and they started chatting enthusiastically as soon as they met.

After seeing this, Wang Le and others stopped talking and returned to the team together.

"The three of you have worked hard all the way, and the banquet is ready. Let's have a good chat after you get in. As for reporting on this trip to the superiors, Senior Li, as the guardian of the trial team, has already greeted him in advance and he will explain to the senior bosses above."

One of the round-faced men with a gentle and undestructive face said to the two deacons, Tian Zhao and the two earth-level guardians standing next to him.

When the three of them heard the round-faced man say this, they certainly knew that Li Yuan took all the responsibility on himself, so as to avoid letting the three of them take responsibility for the large number of members of the trial team.

The oldest Deacon Tian sighed deeply and did not say much about it. Instead, he asked differently: "We are not in a hurry to get in the banquet, it is not too late to go to the place where we live to change into clean clothes before attending the banquet."

The round-faced man and his companions adopted Deacon Tian’s opinion when they saw that the trial team had mostly worn black blood from top to bottom, and they looked so embarrassed that they looked dusty.

Then both sides did not say much. The two middle-aged men led the two deacons, Tian Zhao, the two earth-level broken arm guardians, and a group of members of the trial team entered the alliance army camp in an orderly manner like a white ocean, with no sight at all...

After a while, thirteen members of the trial team, including Wang Le, were arranged in the southwest area of ​​the camp, in a small white tent that seemed to have just been tied up.

Although the tent is relatively small, what satisfys the members of the trial is to live in a small tent alone without having to squeeze together to rest, so as to have their own ** space.

As for the two deacons, Tian Zhao, and the Earth-level Broken Arm Guardian, also ended the mission of escorting the trial team, they no longer lived with the trial team, and there are other arrangements.

Wang Le entered the white tent that was small but had all the internal organs, and became familiar with the placement of daily necessities.

Obviously, while the trial team was waiting just now, the alliance army arranged all these in a very fast time.

The small one sees the big one, which shows the high efficiency of the alliance army.

This surprised Wang Le because in his opinion, the alliance army that was made up by large and small sects was just a miscellaneous army.

"I really looked at you with admiration." Wang Le chuckled and murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!