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    As Chunhe shouted, countless surging momentum surged in He'an City, "City Lord, let me come!"

    "I am willing to die for the city lord!"

    Everyone basically repeated what they said in the previous rounds, but at least the emotion was true. Chunhe's real body scanned the square in front of the house, while his projection scanned the group of foreign warrior monks.

    Not to mention that the emotions in the square in front of the house were as exciting as a volcano erupting. Chunhe was indeed a little surprised by the performance of the warrior monks from foreign forces listening to Tiantianhu's lecture, because some of the warrior monks were not too afraid, but were eager to try.  The twinkling light in his eyes was piercing.

    These are broken houses!  Chunhe Xindao.

    It's not that Chunhe looks down on these people, but these people are really poor. Although most of the people who come to participate in the Duobao Association are small forces, the small forces are also divided into three, six and nine levels, and most of those who are eager to try are in the ninth level.  , the clothes are shabby and the weapons are simple, but at this time they can't help but exude an aura, an aura that will burn the world and refuse to give up.

    This momentum made the warrior monks around them retreat unconsciously.

    These warrior monks who couldn't help but retreat couldn't help but look at these shabby households, and for a moment they didn't understand what was going on with these shabby households.

    Until the representative of these poor people, Zi Wu from Dayemen, said the first words he said when he woke up, "If the city lord is willing to give me another cup of Wandao tea, then I will kill those guys from Yunxiao Road."

    "Chunhe City Lord, for a cup of Wandao tea, I will sell my life to you!"

    "There are fifty-three of my Chang'anling disciples here, and fifty-three cups of Ten Thousand Ways of Tea. We can shed the last drop of blood for He'an City! For this reason, I can swear an oath of heaven!"

    "I, Dayitang, can do it too! I swear again, as long as He'an City provides each of us Dayitang with a cup of Wandaohua, I, Dayitang, can become He'an's cannon fodder, and we will fight until we die!"

    Those warrior monks who looked at the ruined settlements were momentarily shaken by shock. A white-robed monk who was obviously pampered murmured, "Is a cup of Ten Thousand Dao Tea worth it?"

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:????????? A monk in a green shirt standing next to the white-robed monk suddenly said, "Junior brother, from now on, the White Horse Qingfeng Village will be handed over to you."

    The white-robed monk was shocked, "Senior brother, why did you say this?"

    The monk in green shirt smiled faintly, "I'm also going to have a cup of tea with He'an."

    "Brother!" The white-robed monk was anxious, "Why is this happening? Although Wandao Tea is precious, you should know better than me what He'an's current situation is. Wandao Tea is good, but you have to live to endure it! Not to mention us.  Baima Qingfeng Village is different from ordinary small sects. We have been inherited for thousands of years and even have a foothold in Zhongzhou! Why bother to take a trip to this muddy water that can drown people? "

    The monk in green shirt glanced at the monk in white robe, and still smiled lightly, "Junior brother, do you still remember when we first entered Baima Qingfeng Village?"

    Hearing this, the white-robed monk became even more excited, "It's because I know that, that's why I don't want senior brother to take such a risk! We have gone through a lot of hardships and nine deaths to finally reach where we are today, and the bitterness of it is still there today.  It makes my stomach churn every night. I haven't lived this kind of life enough. I want to live another ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years"

    "Junior brother!" The green-robed monk interrupted the white-robed monk, "I have been thinking about a question these years, that is, I have taken the position of the leader of the White Horse Qingfeng Village and am sitting on countless resources. Why has my cultivation remained stagnant?  Before, I just stood still. When I came to He'an, I got the answer to this question, that is, I lost my desperate heart. Do you still remember what happened when our casual cultivator died and we wandered around?"

    The white-robed monk's eyes instantly turned red. How could he not remember?  Since the death of their casual cultivator master, they have been wandering together in the Eastern Wasteland. At that time, they were relatively weak, were bullied, and even almost died many times. They only had a little spiritual energy for a heart that they can't even see now.  The spirit fruit fought with the guarding beast for three days and three nights, and the blood that flowed out dyed the spirit fruit red. In the end, as the victors, they devoured the spirit fruit stained with their blood and the blood of the beast.

    ???In order to learn a few moves, they went to some colleges, gyms, sects and could not afford to kneel at the gates, and were despised by countless people who came and went.

    ¡°At their worst, they had no money to eat, so they could only engage in highway robbery, but they were hunted down by the local sect that maintained law and order. They had no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth. In the end, their legs were broken by the sect and thrown into a mass grave

    But in the end they came out and successfully joined the Baima Qingfeng Village. After a hundred years of hard work, one of them became the leader of the Baima Qingfeng Village and the other the leader of the Discipline Hall of the Baima Qingfeng Village.

    Anyone in those days could step on itThe long snake with long legs sprouted majestic horns and turned into a dragon.

    But now the monk in blue shirt wants to give up everything.

    The white-robed warrior couldn't understand.

    So he yelled at the monk in green shirt, "Brother, do you want to leave me behind? I tell you, there is no way!"

    Having said this, he looked at Chunhe, "City Lord Chunhe, give me a cup of Wandao tea, and I will show you my methods today! Isn't it Yunxiao Road? Let him come here!"

    "They say that I, Lei Gongshan, am good at calculations, and I can only take one step at a time, but in fact, all the choices I make, Lei Gongshan, only follow one principle, and that is to be bold and ruthless. Once I make up my mind, I will never regret it, and I will go all out until death."  Fang Xiu! Lord Chunhe, buy me 564 lives from Leigongshan with 564 cups of Wandao tea! Do you think the business can be done?"

    "You Lei Gongshan are so determined. As neighbors, we, Hongye Lin, can't do anything without making a statement. In today's big gamble, I, Hongye Lin, have also followed, going all-in with Ancheng! Since we are playing, let's play big!"

    "Is everyone so fierce? In that case, I, the Paiyun Sect, will just have a go!"

    Under the temptation of Wandaocha, more and more forces began to choose to side with Chunhe. Although these sects were not truly broken, but still, no matter how arrogant and arrogant the forces that came to participate in the Duobao Society were,  Where can I go to be so arrogant?  At most, he is just a wealthy landowner. Compared with the real big forces, he is as ridiculous as a local dog.

    And native dogs are not completely guard dogs. They are as ferocious as tigers and leopards.

    Most of these forces still have a bit of ambition. At least they have traveled thousands of miles to participate in the Duobao Association. If they have no ambition, how can they travel thousands of miles?

    Those who live barefoot and are not afraid of wearing shoes should just go to Chunhe.

    And after a brief consideration, they realized that this was a huge opportunity, so they took off their cloth shoes and held them in their hands, ready to rush up and give them a hard slap on the soles of anyone they didn't like.

    As for the danger?

    No matter how dangerous it is, can there be a danger of fighting with hostile forces to seize territory?  Is it possible to fight to the death with ferocious beasts and birds for some worthless spiritual herbs and elixirs?

    "Chunhe City Lord, serve tea!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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