"I have heard of the name of King Jiangnan a long time ago. I never expected that a person who dared to speak out in front of the media and cursed the Southern Emperor and the Southern Alliance government in the early days of his construction period would grow up so fast in such a short period of time. It's really
It makes me sigh with emotion, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!" Qiao San sighed.
"Third Master, you should get straight to the point. We are all busy people, so don't waste each other's time." Ye Xiong said.
"In that case, I'll tell you the truth. It's like this. Many monks came to my house just now to petition, saying that your presence affects the safety of the City of Death, so they all hope that you can leave here." Qiao San.
explain.
"Do they want me to leave, or does Mr. Qiao want me to leave?" Ye Xiong asked with a smile.
"King Jiangnan, I am from the upper city. This is the middle city. Originally I had no control over it, but so many people have come to petition, and I can't do anything about it. Otherwise, I won't be able to see what happens to the City of Death by then.
Easy to explain, isn’t it?”
Ye Xiong thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Qiao, since you said that there are so many people who want me to leave, so be it. As long as you can summon five thousand monks to come to me and show that they want me to leave, I will do the same."
Don't say anything, leave immediately. If you can't be summoned, then I'm sorry. What you just said about many people wanting me to leave may be just a trick of some people."
"Who do you think you are? Let Mr. Qiao help you recruit people." Tan Zongming said angrily next to him.
"Old Tan, shut up." Mr. Qiao stopped him and then said, "In this case, it's a deal."
"There are at least 40,000 to 50,000 people in the City of Death. Isn't it an exaggeration to ask you to summon 5,000 people now?"
"It's not an exaggeration at all. I also want to see if someone framed you deliberately."
After Qiao San finished speaking, he turned around and left with Tan Zongming.
All the people watching nearby also dispersed.
"Now I finally understand what it means to be an old fox. This Qiao San is an old fox through and through."
Meng Binger said angrily.
"Qiao San's cunning is well-known in the City of Death. If it weren't for his inferior strength, Madam Yin wouldn't be able to stop him." Ye Xiong waved his hand and said, "Everyone pack your things and prepare to leave here."
"Brother Ye, do we really want to leave?" Meng Miao was a little unconvinced: "They haven't recruited people yet, we may not lose."
"You just don't use your brain. Let alone 5,000 people, even 30,000 people. Qiao San can do it. Nowadays, people are all at their wits' end. Any loyalty can be bought with ten spiritual stones."
Already."
"Since you already knew it, why did you ask him to convene it? Isn't this unnecessary?" Meng Miao was a little confused.
"Ah Xiong wants to see how powerful the monks are in this city of death." Murong Ruyin interrupted.
"The one who knows me is Ruyin." Ye Xiong cast an admiring look at Murong Ruyin, and then said: "The people from the demon world have come to kill me. I have to see if they can hold on."
Everyone didn't expect that he thought so deeply, and they were all secretly frightened at the moment.
A group of people went to pack their things and collected them in a short time.
In the blink of an eye, half a day passed, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky outside was filled with monks.
"King Jiangnan, I have gathered everyone. Although I don't want to believe it, I never thought that there would be so many people opposed to your staying in the City of Death."
Qiao San stood among the crowd, looking helpless.
"Old fox, just pretend!" Meng Bing'er said bitterly.
"Tell him, are you willing to let him stay?"
Tan Zongming turned around and asked the dark group of people behind him.
"I don't want to."
Thousands of monks all shouted loudly.
"I'll count the number of people first."
Ye Xiong flew into the crowd and inspected their cultivation.
After a while, he said: "I hope you will not regret what you have done in the future."
"Just wait and see, you will regret it sooner or later." Meng Bing'er said angrily.
"A bunch of wolf-hearted things, it's best for the demonic army to come over and kill you to pieces," Meng Miao said angrily.
"Let's go and leave here. I don't have to spend so much time carving inscriptions every day!"
Ye Xiong waved his hand, and the next group of people left and disappeared in mid-air in a moment.
Among the crowd, there were whispers, and some people were already regretting it.
"Brother Ye, are we leaving like this?" Meng Bing'er asked.
"Otherwise, what else can we do?" Ye Xiong asked with a smile.
"I feel so useless, so angry, and so uncomfortable." Meng Bing'er's anger has not subsided.
Not only her, but also the rest of the people, no one felt comfortable.
Ye Xiong spent so much time in the City of Death carving inscriptions on the weapons of so many people. As a result, those people were not only ungrateful, but turned against each other. Anyone would be angry.
"A man can stretch and bend. One day, I will make five thousand of them kneel down in front of me and beg me to stay."
A burst of domineering energy emanated from him. His voice was not loud, but it had a feeling that made people's blood boil.
A group of six people flew out of the city of death. Shirley asked: "Axiong, where are we going now?"
"There is a war going on in Qianzhangyuan. We cannot return to the City of Death for the time being. We can only fly to the west now." Ye Xiong's eyes fell on Shirley and ordered: "Shirley, take the four of them to find a place to settle down first."
"And you?"
"Brother Ye, where are you going?"
"You don't want to leave me, do you?"
When they heard that Ye Xiong was leaving, everyone else was anxious.
After getting along for a period of time, Ye Xiong has become the absolute backbone of the group. Without his presence, everyone seems to have no sense of security.
"I want to find a place to break through the realm." Ye Xiong replied.
"Are you going to take the Heaven-winning Creation Pill?" Shirley asked.
Ye Xiong shook his head: "The Heaven-winning Creation Pill must be taken when you break through to the half-step Golden Pill."
"In addition to the Heaven-winning Creation Pill, do you have any other way to break through?"
"I have my own plan. If I haven't contacted you in ten days, you will leave here first..."
"You want to enter the illusion?" Murong Ruyin's body trembled and she asked excitedly.
The people around him all looked confused and couldn't understand.
However, it can be seen from Murong Ruyin's expression that this is definitely not a good thing.
"It's not like you don't know how powerful the illusion is. If you can't break through the illusion, you will have to stay in it for the rest of your life..."
Ye Xiong waved his hand to interrupt her and said: "I have been escaping in the past and did not dare to enter the illusion, but now there is no way out. Cultivation is always an act against nature. If you don't dare to try because of fear, you will never do it in this life."
If I want to be successful, I have the strength I have today, and I can’t get it back by sacrificing my life over and over again.”
"But..." Murong Ruyin's eyes were moist.
"Ruyin, believe me, I will definitely make it out alive."
Ye Xiong walked over, hugged her, and said gently: "For you and for Xinyi, I will live no matter what."
After saying that, he turned around and left, disappearing from the horizon in an instant.