"Of course. Chiliarchs have the right to choose their own guards.
Regardless of whether it's from the current army or from the rogue cultivators outside.
Why, do you have friends of your own? "
Elder Jian asked curiously.
"Haha!
Who doesn't have a hundred and eighty friends when they're out in the pugilistic world? "
Zhang Xing said jokingly.
"A hundred and eighty friends?
Haha!
You really know how to joke!
In this dangerous world, it's already good to have a confidant. "
Elder Jian realized that he really liked how Zhang Xing chatted with him.
He was neither obsequious nor fawning.
This way of chatting was especially direct and very comfortable.
"Elder Jian, I'm telling the truth. These friends of mine are straightforward and have a very close relationship with me.
As long as you agree, I'll wave my hand and they'll definitely be willing to contribute to the White Tiger Sect. "
Zhang Xing was planning to summon all of Hei Bao's ninety-nine dragons.
They had become familiar with the First and Second Saints over the past few days.
It was time for them to come out and stretch their muscles.
"Haha!
This is not under my control. As long as it's within the permitted range, no one can say anything. "
Elder Jian knew that Zhang Xing already had a plan at this time and couldn't help but feel a little comforted.
The two of them chatted for a long time. Elder Jian told Zhang Xing some of his experiences.
Especially the current state of the White Tiger Sect.
The six Guardian Elders each did their own thing.
No one was willing to submit to another and fought openly and covertly.
The Sect Master maintained the balance.
Therefore, it was really difficult to make a name for oneself in this complicated circle.
For a young man like Zhang Xing, which one of them wasn't doing odd jobs in the sect?
There were very few people who could come out and become officials.
Zhang Xing was a special case.
He was a rogue cultivator and the only one who survived without being injured.
Then, he was forced to complete a mission and was forced to become an acting squad leader.
In the end, he miraculously came back alive from Ancient Path City and made a great contribution.
Now, he was an acting chiliarch …
His promotion speed could be said to be one of a kind in the entire sect.
Some young people who were unconvinced said that he was lucky.
To be able to survive in the hands of six or seven enemy squad leaders of the same level, how could it be luck?
To be able to avoid being discovered by the black-clothed commander of Ancient Path City, how could it be luck?
To be able to pick up important information from the enemy's unintentional words, how could it be luck?
Of course, those who were not convinced would definitely say that this was not luck!
Zhang Xing left Elder Jian's residence and went to report to Lin Huxiao.
Who would have thought that when he arrived at Lin Huxiao's residence, Commander Lin Huxiao actually refused to see him.
He told him to go directly to the recruitment office and pick people to form a thousand-man battle team.
In other words, Commander Lin Huxiao wouldn't give him half a chance to become a Chiliarch.
Zhang Xing knew that Lin Huxiao and Elder Jian were not in the same camp.
He did this for everyone else to see.
At the same time, Zhang Xing's forehead was imprinted with the label of Elder Jian's faction.
"It doesn't matter. Forming a thousand-man battle team is exactly what I want!"
Zhang Xing found a hidden corner and summoned the ninety-nine dragons.
Then, Zhang Xing went to the recruitment office.
Then, he had a hundred-man army.
Then, he didn't get a single soldier.
Those rogue cultivators would not follow a young man in his early twenties to the battlefield to die.
Zhang Xing waited for three days. In the end, he only brought Black Treasure and the others to report to Commander Lin Huxiao.
Lin Huxiao didn't say much. He only said a sentence that was neither salty nor light.
"Although the numbers are not enough, you still have to carry out the mission of a thousand-man battle team."