"Senior Brother Xiang Dong, tell me, isn't this the truth?"
Xiang Dong was stunned and nodded unconsciously.
How special!
It makes so much sense!
Seeing that Xiang Dong was being attacked in reverse, Ling Mingzi was speechless and quickly kicked him.
"Ahem..."
Xiang Dong hurriedly coughed a few times, and then said in a huff, "Junior sisters, you are wrong."
"And it's so wrong!"
Hearing this, the female nuns looked at each other, smiled sweetly, and asked in unison: "Brother Xiang Dong, where did we go wrong?"
Seeing Xiang Dong chatting and laughing intimately with these female disciples, the admiration in the eyes of the disciples behind him could not be concealed.
I sighed in my heart.
He is indeed the most affectionate Dongxuan, and female fans are so enthusiastic towards him.
"Since you ask questions sincerely, as a senior brother, I will tell you."
Xiang Dong paused, then made a look of regret and hit his chest hard several times.
"You are confused!"
"Lin Xiaoxia, Tantai Shuiyue, and the one named Qianruo, why do they have so many fans? Do you know?"
Xiang Dong's question was answered immediately.
"It's not because they are beautiful."
"Yes, if I were so beautiful, I would be liked by many people."
Xiang Dong shook his head, sighed, and continued:
"I don't think appearance is everything about a person, truth, kindness and beauty are, and self-improvement is."
"It is because they have a strong heart that they attract the pursuit of so many people. Think about it, if Lin Xiaoxia was a mortal without cultivation, would there still be so many disciples pursuing her?"
When the female cultivators heard this, they nodded in approval.
There are so many beautiful women in the world, but most of them can only be reduced to the playthings of powerful people.
Sometimes being beautiful is really of no use. What attracts people is their own strength and upward attitude.
I saw Xiang Dong closing his eyes, his whole body trembling with excitement, and the words in his mouth became louder and louder.
"If you bloom and the fragrance of flowers comes, how can a female cultivator get the man she loves if she doesn't strengthen herself!"
"Lin Xiaoxia is so powerful and she is still working hard, but what about you! Do you all rely on male cultivators for everything?"
"Who said women are inferior to men! I, Xiang Dong, am the first one not to believe it!"
"Now the Demon Slayer Hall gives you this opportunity to surpass them, and gives you the opportunity to become stronger!"
Xiang Dong looked back at the more than 20 male disciples behind him and shouted, "Brothers."
When these disciples responded, their magic power surged.
"Hiss, hiss"
There was a continuous sound of clothes tearing.
There were more than twenty male disciples, naked to the waist, showing off their strong muscles.
"Sisters, join the Demon Slayer Hall and walk with glory!"
The female nuns looked at these half-naked male disciples with gleaming eyes, and exclaimed repeatedly.
"Wow...is this a scene I can see without paying the spirit stone?"
"Hey, it's very cold. If you don't wear clothes, you'll catch a cold. Come to my room quickly."
"Oh my god, my whole body feels weak. It's so strange..."
Xiang Dong smiled with satisfaction when he saw this.
As expected, it was not what Brother Chu expected.
Then Xiang Dong continued to shout loudly: "Join the Demon Slayer Hall, there will be blood and tears, flowers and applause."
As soon as they finished speaking, twenty male disciples all took out a bunch of flowers from their respective storage magic weapons, then knelt on one knee on the ground and said in unison:
"Sister, please follow us!"
The shouts of "Sister" one after another made these female cultivators excited and excited.
"The Demon Slayer Hall is full of real men who dare to fight and fight. They are not people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. If you want to find a Taoist companion, you must find a monk who joins the Demon Slayer Hall!"
"Of course, the men of the Demon Slayer Hall will only like female cultivators who also have strong hearts!"
The flowers were left in front of the nuns. Xiang Dong left with a group of disciples. They were going to other peaks.
The male disciples of Baijufeng who had not joined the Demon Slayer Hall also watched all this, with resentment in their eyes.
The propaganda method of this Demon Slayer Hall is really stupid.
He encouraged the female cultivators to join the Demon-Slaying Hall and join the war, but also reduced them to cowards who were greedy for life and afraid of death.
Too bad.
They can't bear it!
If nothing unexpected happens, there will be many female cultivators coming to sign up tomorrow at the Demon Slayer Hall, as well as male cultivators who are forced to do so.
…
There was one day.
This is the end of the propaganda of Demon Slayer Hall.
In the main hall of the Demon Slayer Hall.
Chu Feng was sitting and discussing the list of disciples to join the Demon Slayer Hall with the senior management of Ziguang.
"How many disciples have signed up now?" Ye Guangcheng asked expectantly.
The eyes of all the peak masters and elders were also focused on Chu Feng.
In order to recruit disciples, Chu Feng did everything possible and used all kinds of strange methods.
These methods made them stunned and admired Chu Feng's imagination.
"Haha, it's all a small path. How many disciples can it attract to sign up?"
The ruthless Taoist nun sneered. She was very unhappy with Chu Feng and the others for using her photos for publicity.
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, she is the majestic master of a peak.
She actually wrote on her portrait, "I like brave disciples."
Haha, that’s it.
But when it comes to the war with the demon clan, she can't care about such a big matter.
"Deputy Hall Master, it's up to you." Chu Feng waved his hand.
Ling Mingzi picked up the manual and began to report:
"The inner disciples signed up for the Demon Slayer Hall, with 189 female cultivators and 220 male cultivators.
Among the outer sect and miscellaneous disciples, there were 285 female cultivators and 317 male cultivators who signed up for the Demon Slayer Hall. "
"Total, one thousand and eleven people."
Everyone was speechless when they heard this data.
No one signed up before, but now more than a thousand people have signed up.
"So many? The statistics are correct, right?" Ye Guangcheng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
"Yes, there are more than a thousand people." Chu Feng nodded and took a calm sip of tea.
People are greedy for life and afraid of death, but as long as they are tempted, the atmosphere will rise.
The effect was that no one was convinced and they rushed to sign up first.
"There are so many people now, twice as many as the original estimate of about 500 people. What should we do?" Xi and Peak Master Huang Lianqing asked the question that everyone wanted to ask.
It used to be a problem with too few people, but now it's a problem with too many people.
"This is not simple. Just screen out most of the outer sect and handyman disciples. Training these unqualified disciples is also a waste of resources."
An elder suggested this, and his method was recognized by most people.
"This won't work. When no one signed up before, I said that as long as you join the Demon Slayer Hall, you can be promoted to an inner disciple. If only the outer disciples and handyman disciples are screened out, then the sect will treat these disciples just as they say. No faith." Ling Mingzi frowned and said.
"Oh, actually this is a good thing. It was all caused by the lack of spirit stones." Ye Guangcheng sighed deeply. He was very happy that so many disciples signed up for the Demon Slayer Hall.
Disciples who dare to fight and fight are the future of Ziguang.
"What's so confusing about this?" Chu Feng spoke at this time.
I saw him with a calm face, still drinking tea quietly.
"Haha, you tell me, I don't believe you, Chu Feng, have any good ideas." Seeing Chu Feng's mediocre attitude, the ruthless Taoist nun couldn't help but sneered a few words.
"You can also call Chu Feng?"
Chu Feng threw the tea cup heavily on the table and shouted: "Call me Hall Master Chu!"
In an instant, a burst of spiritual pressure poured down on the ruthless Taoist nun.
