They have always scorned the son of the black dragon.
but......
Now the situation has become so serious that the people in these little trousers no longer come to their side. Without believers, there will be no offerings, and without offerings, what will they eat?
Chi Erhadu stood up and sighed deeply: "I feel that Liangshan will usher in changes that have not happened in thousands of years. This master from Longyan is not simple."
Others also nodded.
Blessed by the central government and supported by the regular army.
The activity funds are very high...
The Black Dragon Sect, which is about to be established, has already set an irreversible pace.
"Then, we..."
Some people have already begun to hesitate in their hearts.
Chilhadu narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did the old god on the mountain say?"
One person said: "Dabi Mo, what the old immortal means is..."
"Would you like to follow along and take a look?"
Chi Erhadu gritted his teeth: "Now that the matter has come to this, we can no longer hesitate! We can't let that guy Huo Buquli take the lead! Quickly, announce the recognition of the identity of Aluba Big Bimo! Meigu Temple will become the Black Dragon Sect's
Holy place!”
He decided to take a gamble.
Make a serious bet on this Aluba!
The bet was won, he is still the envoy of God, at least, he is the number one person under Aluba.
If you lose the bet, so what?
He is a person with small trouser legs, so he cannot work for the stubborn and conservative big trouser legs, let alone cater to the treacherous middle trouser leg group.
Fighting in the nest is fighting in the nest, and there is no way that other ethnic groups will laugh at it!
"Welcome to Bimo!"
"yes!"
"Meigu Temple, welcome the great Bimo back to his throne!"
Only seven days.
Under Liu Zheng's planning, in just seven days, Aluba had traveled throughout the Meigu and Leibo areas, and had spread the will and teachings of the Son of the Black Dragon throughout the territory of Little Pants.
at last.
Chi'erhadu was also willing to submit to Aluba.
This day.
Liu Zheng has finally finished writing his "fantasy novel". He still seems unable to predict what kind of wave this teaching will set off in the Liangshan area and even the Jiannan area.
These days.
He has become a member of the same camp as Huo Buquli.
Both of them were tacitly aware of Aluba's situation.
One person is editing it, another is acting it, and there is Chilhadou over there, fanning the flames and justifying himself.
At this time, the fire has been lit.
Liu Zheng's target is no longer just the Meigu area, but Qiongdu!
"Mid-crotch..."
Liu Zheng was still trying his best to familiarize himself with the complicated distribution of power in Liangshan.
Huo Buquli sighed: "Sir, this is the problem we have to face. The Shamash family in the middle of the pants is undoubtedly the most powerful ethnic group in Liangshan."
"If we want the Black Dragon Sect to gain all recognition, this is the biggest obstacle."
Liu Zheng chuckled: "Is this Shama Zhuoyi the one who rebelled against the Alu family back then?"
Huo Buquli nodded: "This person is extremely ruthless in his methods and is very good at what he does. But he is generous and willing to win over. In a short period of time, he has swallowed up many small ethnic groups. Now the population of these people has reached one hundred.
Five hundred thousand, and the number of young men who can fight is even two hundred thousand."
Two hundred thousand?
Liu Zheng frowned slightly after hearing this.
Although he didn't notice the 200,000 mob, he still wanted to try not to use the Liangzhou Army.
"One more thing..."
Huo Buquli smiled bitterly and said: "Recently, Qiongdu sent an invitation. The annual Torch Festival is about to begin. Shama Zhuoyi invited eight great Bimo from Liangshan to gather in Qiongdu. It seems that he can't help it.