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989. Everything depends on money.

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    Bixian only used one move against Tu Fei. Tu Fei was completely torn into pieces. Although he finally reassembled with a drop of blood, his chaotic aura showed that he was in extremely bad condition now.

    A group of saints from the Jimo family were shocked. You must know that Tu Fei, as the family's deacon, was the ceiling of their combat power, but he was beaten like this by one move.

    So, do you want to call the clan elder?

    It seems that only the elders of the same clan can solve this dilemma.

    While the saint of the Jimo family was thinking, Tu Fei's eyes were red and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Go up! Everyone, shoulder to shoulder! No matter how powerful he is, what can he do? Can one be worth a thousand?"

    Tu Fei¡¯s words caused an uproar in the crowd on the Luosheng Continent, ¡°Holy shit, doesn¡¯t he treat us as human beings?¡±

    "seems like it."

    "Can you bear it?"

    "Of course it's impossible!"

    Amid the uproar, countless terrifying auras shook the void, like sea water boiling, striking in all directions.

    The saints of the Jimo family who were gearing up under Tu Fei's order were all living in Bengbu.

    "One, two one thousand eight hundred and sixty-four two thousand five hundred and thirty-two" a saint from the Jimo family said softly.

    "How come there are so many saints gathered together?!"

    ¡°Deacon Tu Fei, what¡¯s wrong!¡±

    "Master Deacon, please come up with an idea quickly!"

    At this time, Tu Fei was also shaken by the appearance of thousands of saints from the Luosheng Continent, but in the shouts of his tribe, he came back to his senses and quickly calmed down. He said in a deep voice, "They are numerous and powerful.  What can we do? It's just a piece of loose sand! We only want Body No. 7, do you think they will fight to the death with our Jimo family for Body No. 7?"

    "My Lord Deacon has seen thousands of miles."

    "When the deacon said this, I am no longer afraid. I estimate that only three melons and two dates would dare to attack our Jimo family. When the time comes, we will kill the chickens to scare the monkeys and completely establish the prestige of our Jimo family!"

    "Everyone, I am Jimo Tu Fei from the Jimo family!" Tu Fei opened his mouth like a roaring wind, "I, the Jimo family, are from the Hunyuan heritage. I have no intention of making enemies with you today. I am only here for Body No. 7. I hope everyone will not do anything.  Intervene, since this is a matter, I will invite my fellow Taoists to sit in Pengqiu to express my friendship as the landlord of the Mohist family."

    After Tu Fei finished speaking, a smile of certainty appeared on his face. He felt that these words were both soft and hard, well-reasoned, and expressed his attitude without losing his identity. It was simply wonderful.

    "As soon as you take action, you must strike with thunder, cut through the chaos with a sharp knife, and don't be muddled to frighten everyone." Tu Fei transmitted the message to thousands of family saints.

    "Yes!" Thousands of Jimo family saints were gearing up again, waiting to show off their talents.

    But soon, all of them had surprised looks on their faces, thinking that Tu Fei's words did not receive a response from the saints from the Luosheng Continent present. These saints from the Luosheng Continent either sneered, ridiculed, or remained silent but no one paid Tu Fei any attention.  .

    This makes them very incredible. Is the name Hunyuan so difficult to use now?

    The most important thing is that Deacon Tu Fei did not let these saints from Luosheng Continent make difficult choices. He just asked them to stand by and watch, and also promised to treat them as guests afterwards

    ???????????????? What are the thoughts going on in the heads of these saints from the Luosheng Continent?

    Tu Fei¡¯s expression was terrifyingly gloomy at this time. He wanted to split the heads of all the saints from Luosheng Continent. To talk about it like this was a shameless slap in the face.

    "What do you mean?" Tu Fei said coldly.

    But still no one paid attention to him. All the saints from Luosheng Continent just looked at Chunhe.

    And when all the saints from Luosheng Continent looked at Chunhe, Tu Fei and the saints from the Jimo family were all in a daze. Why were they looking at Body No. 7?

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away out of the blue?  The thought made their whole bodies tremble!  These are thousands of saints. How virtuous and capable is the No. 7 body?

    impossible!

    Soon, they overturned their thoughts. The body No. 7 that was taken away could not practice cultivation at all. How could someone without cultivation control a powerful force with thousands of saints?

    Yes, impossible!

    Maybe these saints from Luosheng Continent are just watching from the sidelines to see how Body No. 7 reacts?

    That¡¯s it!

    The saint of the Jimo family felt relieved that he had found the answer, but he was just halfway relieved when he heard an excited voice, "What do you want me to do? Hit me!"

    Jimo family saintSuddenly looking at Chunhe, he saw that Chunhe had his hands on his hips and his face was full of excitement. The spittle he had just spoken had not yet landed, and he looked like a little bully.

    A saint from the Jimo family could not help but sneer, "Who does he think he is?"

    "That's it, what's his attitude? Do you really think that thousands of saints are his little brothers who can do whatever they want?"

    "He will cry later."

    The discussion of the saints of the Jimo family was interrupted by a burst of howling ghosts and wolves, "Come on, the three saints of the Quedao Sect are fighting for the Lord of Chunhe City!"

    "The two saints from Taohuawu of the Zhongzhou Allied Forces are here!"

    "The Dongyi Ten Thousand Dragons Gang, the Seven-leaf Saint, charge forward!"

    The saint of the Jimo family stared dumbly at thousands of saints rushing towards him, his mind was in confusion, but Tu Fei's roar woke them up, "What are you waiting for? Are you waiting to die?!"

    The saint of the Jimo family came back to his senses, and then showed his magical power, fighting with the rushing saint of Luosheng continent. Suddenly, the divine light flashed, the rules were stirred, and everything was shattered.

    Chun He, who was watching the battle, had eyes full of light, "A huge melee with thousands of saints, this scene is rare. By the way, is it live broadcast? It must be live broadcast, and this big scene must be recorded."

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, City Lord, we are not the only ones doing the live broadcast, all the saints participating in the war have arranged manpower to do the live broadcast.¡± Bixian, who was guarding Chunhe, replied.

    "They are also live broadcasting?"

    "Yes, otherwise why do you think they would register their own numbers?"

    "The three saints from the Quedao Sect worked too hard. They fought with their lives." After watching the battle for a while, Chunhe looked at the battle situation somewhere and suddenly sighed, "This is what we and Anren are doing."  Of our own people?¡±

    "No." Bixian shook his head.

    Chunhe was surprised, "Why are we working so hard if we're not one of our own? I thought they were acting like this because I was humiliated."

    "It is rumored that the three saints of Quedao Sect suffered heavy losses in their cultivation at the same time, so the stock price of Quedao Sect plummeted during this period. They probably wanted to prove that their cultivation was fine during this battle." Bixian explained.

    "This rumor is too outrageous. How is it possible that three saints were greatly damaged at the same time, but some people believe it" Chun He shook his head slightly.

    But soon, he thought that the three saints of Quedaomen were working hard for stocks, not for themselves. He shook his head slowly and hard, "Sure enough, everything depends on money." (Remember this website's website address: www.  hlnovel.com
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