Chapter 502 Everyone has their own thoughts

Style: Romance Author: Fantasy will be thinWords: 2189Update Time: 24/01/12 09:30:34
Gu Meng is preparing for a big fight.

It's so good here, so full of spiritual energy.

Every meridian in my body is cheering, and it feels like I will break through if I just take a few more breaths of air!

This building is great too! The brand new house is beautifully decorated and very elegant.

This place is better! The spiritual valley in the ground is as tall as a person, and every plant has its head lowered. It was pressed down by long ears of rice.

The ears of rice have turned yellow and are ready to be harvested.

As for who this place belongs to, Gu Meng doesn't care at all.

She and her Cihangzhai are here, so this is Cihangzhai’s!

She brought over 50,000 talented monks from Jiyue Continent, and their combat power was extremely powerful! Can you still swallow this small manor? No, no, this small manor is not enough! It would take at least a few hundred miles of territory to establish a sect.

--etc? Where are the 50,000 monks?

Gu Meng looked around but didn't see her army. Wang Jingzhu didn't know when he slipped away and disappeared.

However, the Liuli time-traveling boat is still there, because the Cihangzhai disciples from Jiyue Continent are still on the boat and have not gotten off.

Gu Meng finally set his sights on Zixiang and others.

"Who are you? Who gave you the courage to embroider my Cihangzhai emblem on your clothes?!" Gu Meng shouted loudly.

Zi Xiang was originally in a good mood and was ready to accept the cry for help from the sisters from another world. Unexpectedly, he received a blow to the face. His face suddenly sank, and a fire of ignorant karma suddenly rose in his heart.

But she didn't get angry immediately, she only felt that something was wrong. Did Wang Jingzhu hide something from her?

The female disciples who followed Zixiang couldn't bear it anymore and drew their swords one after another. The idiot from Jiyue Continent needs a beating!

Zi Xiang waved his hand and stopped the angry disciples. "I am Zixiang, the sect leader of Cihangzhai Zhaoyang Continent. Fairy Jingxiao said that you are from Jiyue Continent and are my disciples of Cihangzhai..."

Gu Meng and other female cultivators from Cihangzhai in Jiyue Continent were already furious.

——Damn it! I was deceived by Wang Jingzhu! We were planning to secure a piece of land in Zhaoyang Continent, but she was lucky enough to leave it to us directly to Cihangzhai in Zhaoyang Continent. How else to fight? Fighting each other? Are Cihangzhai in Zhaoyang Continent and ours... considered the same sect? If we really kill each other, will the higher world judge us as brothers and sisters and impose the death penalty?

Gu Meng scanned around again with his spiritual mind, but still couldn't find the 50,000 monks from Jiyue Continent. After they met Zixiang by name and met him, he asked.

Zixiang was confused. "I don't know. Fairy Jing Xiao has never brought other people from Jiyue Continent here. All junior sisters have come from afar. Let's go back to the sect first."

Zi Xiang thought to himself: No matter what tricks Wang Jingzhu plays, these female cultivators are real and the supplies they bring are real.

Wang Jingzhu had already piled up all the supplies he had brought for Gu Meng and others in the open space. Containers piled up into mountains.

There are so many things.

Of course, after Zixiang took these things for himself, he found that most of them were garbage, but there were also some treasures produced in the Demon Cave, which could be regarded as a fortune. This is something.

Of course Gu Meng refused to go with Zixiang. If you want to enter Cihangzhai in Zhaoyang Continent, wouldn't it be equivalent to being annexed by others? Didn’t all her hard work and planning lead to making a wedding dress for Zixiang?

Gu Meng refused, but Zixiang couldn't help her.

If Gu Meng and others knelt down and begged, she could carve out a peak in the sect and set up a special Jiyue Peak; but Gu Meng was so aggressive as soon as she opened her mouth, and Zi Xiang was already annoyed.

"take away!"

Zixiang gave an order, and the female cultivators from Cihangzhai in Zhaoyang Continent swarmed up and effortlessly knocked down Gu Meng and others one by one and dragged them away.

After a while, the manor returned to silence, as if no one had ever been here before, and not a trace of extra dust was left on the ground.

Wang Jingzhu, who discovered that the glass boat was also taken away by Zixiang:...

——Well, it’s just a glass boat.

Gu Meng woke up again and found that he had been imprisoned in a cave with strong cold wind.

This is the prison where the punished disciples of Cihangzhai are kept - the Cold Cave.

After cursing a few times in a low voice, the angry Gu Meng was not discouraged. She still had 50,000 monks who had sworn an oath of loyalty to her, and she also had the Mirror Flower Water Moon Formation.

Gu Meng immediately sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and used a secret technique to summon her Mirror Flower Water Moon Formation.

——Wang Jingzhu, so what if you are smart? You don’t want to drink my mother’s foot-washing water! You don’t know that the Mirror Flower Water Moon Formation has two forms, right? So what if you refined its phantom form? ! ! Hahaha, it’s still mine!

--Huh? wrong! No... no no no... why can't I sense the Mirror Flower Water Moon Formation?

--No!

"No -" Gu Meng screamed miserably, spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and passed out.

Zixiang only imprisoned Gu Meng and a few other important figures from Cihangzhai in Jiyue Continent, and dispersed the other female disciples from Jiyue Continent and placed them in various peaks.

After eating the entire Jiyue Mainland Cihangzhai, Zhaoyang Mainland Cihangzhai gained a lot of weight.

Knowing that there were 50,000 monks teleported over at the same time, Zi Xiang naturally wanted to ask about it, and when Wang Jingzhu came to trade with her, he mentioned it.

Wang Jingzhu was not panicked at all. "Sect Master Gu Meng asked me to do a good deed and leave some hope for Jiyue Continent. I thought that placing 50,000 people in a gathering place of humans would definitely cause chaos in Zhaoyang Continent, and it would also be easy for the major forces in Guibao to misunderstand. Thinking that I, Xinghua Wang Clan, had smeared them, I put them in the Tianlan Mountains. I am very familiar with the Wentian Sect and the Yao Clan in the Tianlan Mountains. Over the Yao Clan, I often give them fruits, and the Yao Clan The king is also happy to buy some thin noodles from me."

"Actually, Fairy Jing Xiao, you can discuss with me. Although our Cihang Zhai is not big, it won't be a problem to accommodate tens of thousands of people."

Wang Jingzhu was surprised: "Don't your sect only have female disciples?"

"Is there a man?"

"Most of them are male cultivators. They are all young..."

Zixiang frowned.

——Gu Meng’s brain is really not working well! Why should we give way to those dirty things? All men deserve to die!

Zixiang didn't know that those 50,000 monks had sworn to become vassals of Cihangzhai. If she knew, she would only be even more angry. Cihangzhai does not recruit male disciples, nor will it allow male cultivators to attach themselves to it!

Making men their vassals is also a blasphemy to them!

Gu Meng and other female cultivators from Jiyue Mainland would not mention this matter.

Externally, they all have the same caliber, which is to do charity, as long as those monks from Jiyue Continent settle down in Zhaoyang Continent.

They didn't say it, firstly because Cihangzhai prohibited male cultivators from being attached, and speaking out would only lead to punishment; secondly, they wanted to leave a way out for themselves. Once they have established a foothold in Zhaoyang Continent, sooner or later they will need those monks from Jiyue Continent.

Wang Jingzhu didn't know about the twists and turns between the two mainland Cihangzhai, and she didn't care if she knew.

She signed a long-term contract with Zixiang and ordered massive amounts of spiritual rice and elixirs from Cihangzhai every year.

With an annual transaction volume of up to 200 million, even if Wang Jingzhu went too far, Zixiang would not argue with her.