"Old guy, although you lack divine power, your spiritual sense is strong enough. Can you help the two gray-clothed priests in the back ranks to untie the slave contract?" Chu Menghen found Lao Feiluo and asked with a smile.
"Hmph~~! I'm thinking of me now~!? Benefits~~!?" Old God Philo ransomed in the spot.
"Oh~~, I don't know what can interest you?" Chu Menghen asked with anger when he heard this.
"Give me a handful of what you invented~~What~ Big sniper? There are 10,000 bullets!" Fei Luo smiled and stretched out his hand to Chu Menghen and asked.
"Damn~~! Do you think that the banned zircon bomb is sand, grab it one by one?! You can give the gun, but after practicing it for two thousand meters, you can hit the flying monkey's *, and give you one hundred banned zircon bombs! Otherwise, there is no talk~~!" Chu Menghen immediately jumped up and shouted.
Seeing that he had successfully extorted, Old Feiluo took back his veteran and said in a angrily way: "Practice it. My spiritual sense is not as good as yours. I don't believe it is better than you, but~~! Is Feihou's * so easy to fight? You guys are really good at slapping people~~! I agreed that one hundred zirconium bombs forbidden demons, don't regret it~!"
When Old Feiluo thought that he might lose many god-level powerhouses of the same level or even high level in the future, he felt excited and hurriedly pulled Chu Menghen and took the initiative to go to the cell.
The so-called slave contract determines the degree of firmness based on the level of the spiritual consciousness in which the contract is concluded. Although Xuan Ying's spiritual consciousness is powerful, Lao Feiluo's spiritual consciousness is of the same level as it. Therefore, after a little effort, the two gray-clothed worshipers escaped from the constraints of the slave contract.
Of course, in order to prevent them from remorse, Old Feiluo transferred this slave contract to Chu Menghen, which made Chu Menghen have two more servants from the god-level back-level.
At the same time, Xuan Ying, who was far away in Xuanlie Emperor Palace, suddenly opened his eyes and said to himself coldly: "Have you finally taken action? His divine power is much weaker than mine~! It seems that I have to act in time~! Humph~~, Seventeen~!? The interesting guy actually annoyed Feng Yu's wife and was also obsessed with her bad luck, hahaha~! Then I'll be his god of bad luck~!"
After Xuanying muttered, a green light flashed, and two Xuanying appeared in the imperial palace.
"You should be the king of Xuanlie Empire. I will meet my old enemies and play with that seventeen~~!" After one of Xuan Ying said that, his body gradually faded and then disappeared, leaving only Xuan Ying sitting quietly in place and slowly opened his eyes, pulling a sneer on his mouth.
"Hey~!!? That guy finally couldn't help it?! Humph~~, God-level clone, you only have the initial level of the late-level cultivation, not much higher than me! It seems that I have to practice that big sniper weapon right away~! Seventeen~~!! Hurry up and pick up my gun~!" Fei Luo looked at the direction of Xuan Lie Palace thoughtfully and shouted loudly.
When Chu Menghen heard this, he had a cold war all over his body. He couldn't help but worry deeply about the Feihou surnamed Xiong. If this old guy got addicted to playing, would this monster be gone?
In desperation, Chu Menghen had to take Lao Feiluo to Elder Ai Hui's large sniper manufacturing workshop, and carefully selected a big sniper that was three points stronger than his. Lao Feiluo's eyes narrowed into a thin line.
"Boy Ai Hui~~!" Perhaps only Old Feiluo can call Elder Ai Hui like this in the Lanxiang Province. Now Ai Hui is not the old goblin who was extremely inferior and bowed his head when he saw people. He is the goblin hero who invented the sniper killing weapon!
When Ai Hui heard Old Feiluo call him, he quickly bowed and ran over and hurriedly. Because he knew in his heart that this Old Feiluo's identity was not as simple as a mid-level god-level powerhouse. He was the one who even the lord dared to beat him and scold him!
"What are your instructions?!" Elder Ai Hui served him carefully, fearing that the old guy would get angry.
"Seventeen said, leave me a hundred zirconium bombs forbidden demons, oh~~ plus 100,000 ordinary sniper rifle bullets, I'm going to kill the gods~!" Old Philo casually passed the imperial edict.
"Oh~~! What~!? One hundred thousand big sniper bullets~~!? Ancestor, please spare Ai Hui. One thousand can barely be left for you. One thousand can be used, and that is the amount of ammunition for the entire Sniper Corps of the 17th Army in one year~!" Ai Hui almost fainted when he heard this.
"What are you talking about?!? I killed dozens of god-level masters. Isn't it as good as the useless guys killed by the bastards of the 17th Army? Hurry up, how much can I give me~!" When Lao Feilu heard this, he immediately stared at the size of a cowbell.
When Ai Hui heard this, he was the same. He pinched his fingers with a bitter face and calculated, "I went there three, oh~ Now there are four special brigades and the 17th Army. I will do my best to produce it for you. Well, 30,000, this is the limit~!"
When Lao Feiluo heard this, he felt secretly happy, humming~~! With my surname Wu, you can understand the special surname of that kind of magic weapon with only 300 pills. You kid know the truth.
"Okay, okay~~! Look at your appearance of cutting your flesh, I won't make things difficult for you. Just give me five thousand pieces. Let the rest be left for the fifth special forces to be formed~!?
"The fifth branch~~! Could it be that the lord has taken in a few more masters?" Elder Ai Hui's eyes immediately shone.
"Hmph~~! That kid knew how to fool people, right? I'm fooling two god-level guys into tricks~!" Old Philo muttered with anger.
"Hehe~~! That's good~~! My weapons are useful again, wow~~!" The folds on Elder Ai Hui's face became deeper.
Since Old Feiluo had unlocked the slave contract for the two gray-clothed offerings, Chu Menghen then asked Xiao Yidu to detoxify the offering, who had only half of his body left and was still festering.
For such a powerful man at the back level of the god level, as long as his head is not lost and his divine nature is not damaged, the severe damage on his body is not fatal. When the toxin is relieved, a faint blue light flashes, and the damaged half of his body begins to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Walker has met the master~~!" The gray-clothed enthrone bowed to Chu Menghen and said.
"Oh~~, George's injuries still need to be treated for two days. Tiecheng is ruthless enough. Please forgive him for not being able to greet him in time!" Walker explained at his partner who was closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.
"It's okay, just talk about whatever George needs, and what I have here is only useful!" Since Chu Menghen signed the slave contract, he had nothing to worry about, so he naturally spared no effort to treat his subordinates.
"So~~! It's better to have a rich spiritual aura, and maybe it will recover faster!"
"Okay~~, you two go to the treasure house, Tiecheng is there too!"
Walker frowned slightly when he heard this, but now he has become Chu Menghen's servant. He will never look up with Master Tiecheng in the future. He will have the opportunity to heal and communicate more.
In this way, all three masters of the late god level entered the central treasure house of Graceburg to heal. As the number of top-quality Tianjing ores that were constantly earning increased little by little, the three recovered faster and faster...