The crowd was divided, some retreated in fear, while others moved forward in anger. Yellow sand was billowing in the air. Lang Chenyan and Fu Yunge met their eyes and decided to continue their plan.
"Everyone...be quiet, don't panic."
Lang Chenyan kept an indifferent expression, and his loud voice spread into everyone's mind.
Those people raised their heads one after another, their eyes were extremely complicated, but they were restrained by the pressure of the Black Rain Swordsman, and they soon fell into silence.
The effect was immediate. Seeing this, Lang Chenyan lost a bit of his energy. Youyou said:
"There is a reason for killing Mangdao."
As he spoke, he suddenly materialized the familiar treasure box in his palm and raised it high for everyone to see: "...you guys, look carefully. This is the rumored treasure, Heart Lake Meteor Iron."
When everyone heard the familiar name, their spirits suddenly lifted. After all, the promise of "a wish" is really tempting. Although they have experienced the pain of losing their coach, they are still more tempted by the fact that the treasure is here and within easy reach.
For a moment, almost all eyes looked greedily at the treasure chest.
Fu Yunge looked at the changes in the expressions of the people below and felt secretly dumbfounded. The mob gathered for their own interests indeed appears extremely weak in the face of greater interests.
Seeing that everything was as usual, Lang Chenyan continued to speak:
"It is really helpless to kill the Mangdao. ...In fact, I took the Xinhu meteorite iron with me, and I had no intention of swallowing it for myself or keeping the treasure as a treasure. In other words, this piece of meteorite iron is a gift to the country that is a sign of sin. "
"There is no need to doubt. My servant, the Black Sword, is capable of moving across the universe, and is now invincible. I just intend to belong to the concept of Jiuche Xiaoying, and specially made a special trip to obtain this treasure, and came to the place where the most powerful representative of Jiuche Xiaoying is represented to show my sincerity. ."
Lang Chenyan spoke impeccably. He had been repeating this passage before and was extremely proficient in it.
However, these words brought great shock to many soldiers below.
They had doubts, but Lang Chenyan's words were so intertwined that they didn't have a chance to question. What's more, with such a resounding name as "Black Rain Swordsman", how could he break his promise so easily?
Fu Yunge looked at the people below and knew that the "power" they sought was already in place.
The so-called "power" refers to the majesty of being condescending and unquestionable. The people below were looked down upon by the Black Rain Swordsman insignificantly, feeling the clear words that entered their minds. They were naturally infected by his aura and did not dare to make mistakes easily.
Lang Chenyan took a deep breath and tightened the muscles on his face again.
"However, last night, when I discussed this matter with your Lord Shangdao, he had different ideas." With a calm look on his face, Lang Chenyan said forcefully, "He encouraged his men to overestimate their capabilities and want to swallow up the meteorite iron alone. "
"Your envoys have left their posts without authorization and have not returned for a long time. However, you trust villains, which makes me feel chilled." He said, as if he had assumed the identity of Black Rain Swordsman, seamlessly, "Therefore, I will kill him in anger. head, as a warning."
The sound echoed, flowing down the tower like ripples, like the sound of jade vibrating, flattening the yellow sand.
When the sound reached their ears, every word of Lang Chenyan was like a bell tapping their hearts, making them feel horrified.
The wandering soul is dead, and the whereabouts of the shadow body are unknown. They were leaderless, and although it always felt weird, they had no one to listen to.
Therefore, what the Black Rain Swordsman said became the only "instruction" with that kind of weight.
However, this is secondary. They were all dead anyway, and what they paid more attention to was the "Heart Lake Meteor Iron" contained in the box that they coveted so much!
The Black Rain Swordsman said that he would give it to Zhaosui Mingbang. Since the Mangdao is dead, the meteorite will naturally belong to them, right?
Lang Chenyan was at a high place, looking around at them quietly but not in a hurry to speak.
The crowd below was a little restless for a while, but when they saw that the Black Rain Swordsman didn't speak, they quickly calmed down and waited expectantly for him to continue.
Lang Chenyan frowned, a chill emanating from him. When everyone saw his expression, they all trembled and straightened up unconsciously.
"I originally planned to give this meteorite directly to your flag envoy. But now that the situation is like this, it's a bit difficult."
There was a bit of complaint in his tone, and he looked at the group of people below, seeming to be very dissatisfied: "If any of you think you are worthy of this generous gift, why don't you recommend yourself?"
With these shocking words, everyone below immediately looked at each other, all with greed and excitement on their faces.
They looked at each other, eager to find out who the meteorite belonged to. After all, "a wish" is so grand, wouldn't it be wonderful if it could be granted?
The crowd's enthusiasm gradually rose, and some people had begun to peek around, unable to help but want to recommend themselves.
Lang Chenyan and Fu Yunge secretly looked at each other. Seeing that a spark of flame has now formed, as long as more fuel is added to the fire, this massive civil strife will soon spread like wildfire.
In order to take a step further, Lang Chenyan continued to add fuel to the flames and said loudly: "It is a sign of sin, and it is the arsenal of the world. Why don't you try martial arts, and the winner..." He turned the treasure box in his hand, and the iron sheet shone brightly. Weiwei is bright, "I got this meteorite."
Just like a lit fuse, Lang Chenyan's last words completely ignited everyone's desire.
Among them, some people had already harbored such an idea. When they heard Lang Chenyan's words, the light of their weapons bloomed almost at the same time. In just a moment, the crowd below was making a huge noise, blood was flying in all directions, and heads were swarming among the flying yellow sand, completely out of order.
Former colleagues suddenly became enemies. The bloody blades were going back and forth, some were trying to compete, others were forced to protect themselves, and they were all caught up in a chaotic battle, like dough rolling in boiling soup.
Fearing that someone among them was clever, Lang Chenyan threw the treasure box in his hand without stopping.
Then there was a cry of exclamation, and the crazy crowd stared at the "wishes" flying out, and they all acted on their own, rushing towards the other side as fast as they could.
In an instant, the tent fell over, and the hemp ropes that were pulled fell apart and fell under the feet of the greedy crowd. The yellow dust on the ground seemed to be swelled by war drums, spreading its noisy claws, covering up the delicate scene, and only screams and screams could be heard from high up.
Thousands of people, like a dense intertwined network, stained with the crimson color of competition, are constantly moving around according to the direction of the "meteoric iron".
It was so dense that some people were so anxious that they started martial arts on the spot and killed wantonly.
"The meteorite is there...!"
"Don't step on me, get out!!"
"...Kick me with a knife!"
The human voice is like rain, mixed in the haze of smoke, but it is extremely hot. The ferocious and sharp weapons were unfolded, and more and more bodies fell down. However, the treasure box carrying the "meteoric iron" could only be touched once, and then taken away again.
The surface of the treasure chest was covered with bloody handprints that could not be identified, as well as scratches from knife and axe. The hot focus kept shifting between the figures, and instantly rolled onto the sand, with particles of dust caught in the gaps.
