The Fourth Lingshi Financial Crisis

Chapter 407 Farewell
Following Rong Sheng's example, Wu Neng threw Fu Hao's natal flying sword to the other party. He didn't even ask Yang Chenglong for his natal judge pen, and just stood still.

Seeing the natal flying sword thrown by Wu Neng, Fu Hao raised his hand to catch it, but he also didn't put the flying sword back into the scabbard, but stuck the sword deeply into the soil under his feet with his backhand.

Seeing this, Yang Lu frowned and said, "Fu Hao, what do you want to do?"

Facing the gazes of Yang Lu and others, Fu Hao also shouted loudly: "Consultant Yang, I don't have any valuables in my storage bag, even if all of them add up, it's not worth 1 yuan of spirit stone coins. You don’t need to return it to me, just treat it as my contribution to the collective! Before the end of the extraterritorial battlefield, none of you will try to drive me away!”

Yang Lu shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Fu, you are not from Zhongzhou, so why bother?"

Fu Hao said with burning eyes: "Consultant Yang, fellow Taoists, I know that as an inner disciple of the seven major sects, I am a bit out of tune with everyone, and everyone also has a lot of prejudice against me, even if I am alone in charge of leading an operation In the group, many fellow daoists only obey my orders because of the prestige of Consultant Yang, but I, Fu Hao, have no less affection for the team than everyone else!"

Hearing Fu Hao's proclamation, all the cultivators present immediately discussed: "You Daoist Fu is just and capable. I think he's completely different from those masters of the Seven Schools!"

"Fu Daoyou's ability is obvious to all, we definitely have no intention of treating Fu Daoyou as an outsider!"

"A team member for one day is a team member for life. You don't have to belittle yourself, Fellow Daoist Fu!"

Looking at the crowd who spoke words of relief one after another, Fu Hao raised his hand and threw a gorgeous scarlet silk magic weapon to Liang Yu.

This thing is Liang Yu's talisman!
However, Liang Yu didn't reach out to pick up her natal Zhu Ling at all, but let it fall into the dirty soil, and then watched her untie a small shield from her waist silently, and threw it to another monk of the Huaishan sect The cultivator of the Huaishan School did not pick up his talisman, but threw the original talisman in his hand to a monk from the Eastern Barren State; The magic weapon was thrown to another Northern Mozhou monk...

In this way, without Yang Lu speaking, except for Rong Sheng and Xi Ziang, who were holding their original magic weapon, everyone else silently returned their original magic weapon. Because the whole team cooperated very tacitly, there was no mistake in the whole process , so that others could not imagine that this place turned out to be an extraterritorial battlefield of intrigue.

When Zhang Zhicheng was the last to get the magic weapon of his real name, something even more exaggerated happened. This down-and-out craftsman from Beimo Prefecture actually knelt down to Yang Lu with a "plop".

Yang Lu raised his brows immediately: "You Zhang Daoyou, what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhicheng cried out directly: "Consultant Yang! I'm clumsy, I really don't know what to say. I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Qianjimen Refining Hall. I don’t get any benefits, no matter what kind of dirty work I do, I’ve been learning how to refine weapons for many years, but I haven’t even refined a real magic weapon, I only deserve to go to the scrap warehouse of the refining hall Recycling garbage, even my beloved senior sister, left with the second generation of immortals for Lingshi coins. It was not until I met you that I realized the feeling of being a human being for the first time, and I felt that I was truly alive, not a walking dead , I realized that I am also valuable, and people will come to ask me to do things. If my parents gave me life, you gave me a second life! Although compared with a big man like President Li Qingyang, I am a You are pure rubbish, but in my heart, you are President Lu Yang in my heart!"

When it came to the emotional part, Zhang Zhicheng burst into tears on the spot.

And when he finished venting his emotions, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Although Zhang Zhicheng looked very embarrassed, no one came out to laugh at him.Although this guy is the worst among all the members of Yang Lu's team, except for Fu Hao and Wu Neng, the others are not doing well in their respective sects. What he said to Zhang Zhicheng is more or less acceptable. empathy.

Seeing this tear-jerking farewell scene, Yang Lu almost took out a stereo from his storage bag and played a song "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, green grass and sky" to set off the parting atmosphere of the scene Even Li Qingning, who was standing beside Yang Lu, quietly wiped away tears while Yang Lu was not paying attention.

Murong was the latest person to join the team, and she could still barely keep awake in this frenzied atmosphere of the group.

Seeing this touching and scary scene, she couldn't help but whispered: "Mr. Yang, why are everyone so excited? What kind of spell did you cast on them to make them do this?"

Seeing the frenzied atmosphere he created with his own hands, Yang Lu replied with a complicated expression: "Murong, this is the scary part of people's hearts. In fact, I didn't do anything. I just forcibly took away what they already had, and then And return these things as prizes and incentives, just in this way, I can make these people grateful for what I have done, thinking that what they should have for granted is actually a gift I bestowed on them..."

"But you did lead them to achieve things they never dreamed of!"

Yang Lu nodded and said: "Without my matchmaking, they really can only be the low-level cattle and horses in various sects. This is where the value of my manager lies, but in the eyes of a certain ancient monk surnamed Ma, management is worthless Yes, only labor can create value, do you think he is right?"

Murong shook his head resolutely: "I only believe in the theory that Mr. Yang taught me!"

Seeing Murong's well-behaved smile, Yang Lu also felt very heart-warming. Although Miss Li is also very kind to him, the way she expresses her affection is really a bit rough. A feeling like spring breeze.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was getting more and more intense, Yang Lu no longer returned the storage bags of the team members one by one.

He took out all the things in everyone's storage bags, and then threw the treasures in these storage bags into the sky. A large number of panacea, elixir, talismans, magic weapons, and formation materials of different qualities were like the following It rained down, and the cultivation materials scattered all over the place were worth more than 20 Lingshi coins.

However, everyone seemed to have not seen these precious training materials, and no one even took the initiative to look down at them, as if what Yang Lu threw out was not training materials, but a pile of rubbish.

Miss Li originally wanted to pick up these treasures, but she finally withdrew her hand embarrassingly when she saw how everyone treated money like dung.

Just when the atmosphere on the scene was extremely frenzied, the earth-singing phenomenon reached its peak, and the entire battlefield outside the territory trembled violently as if an eight-magnitude earthquake had occurred.

Not long after, the space above the safety zone of the extraterritorial battlefield suddenly shattered without warning, revealing the strange and grotesque boundless sea of ​​void again, just like the situation when teleporting to the extraterritorial battlefield through the ancient immortal teleportation array, a huge White light burst out from the depths of the Boundless Sea of ​​Void, quickly sweeping across the entire safety zone.

Wherever the white light reached, all the monks in the safe zone, whether they were hiding, fighting to the death, or holding a farewell meeting in a large crowd like Yang Lu's team, all disappeared.

Accompanied by the roar of the ancient fairy formation, the noisy battlefield outside the territory also returned to silence.

The boundless dark red magic fog once again flooded this dead and silent ancient battlefield, just like what happened in the past thousands of years, reciprocating and never changing.

(End of this chapter)