"Hey, master, you are joking."
Sikong Changxing's face turned red and he replied sarcastically, "It's just that I'm overestimating my capabilities. How can our small temple of the Nine Color King Banner accommodate a giant Buddha like yours? Please forgive me for being the deputy flag master."
I’ll mention it again.”
"Yeah, that's such a pity."
Zhong Wen had a look of regret on his face, then turned to look at Huanhai Sword Master Chen Qingxuan, his smile became brighter, "What did Sword Master Chen say? Do I still have hope for the position of the Great Elder of Huanhai Sword Palace?"
Chen Qingxuan did not answer, he just smiled indifferently and put on the image of a worldly master.
But if you look closely, you can read a trace of unconcealable embarrassment in his eyes.
"Pavilion Master Lan, you..."
Zhong Wen didn't give up and turned to look at Lan Xuan, the master of Blood Moon Pavilion.
"Master, please stop playing tricks on me."
Before he could finish his sentence, Lan Xuan was already covered in sweat. He waved his hands repeatedly and shouted loudly, "It was just a joke before. Just think that I am farting."
The Lord of Death Mountain, who had also made words to recruit him, hid directly behind others, not even daring to raise his head, as if he was afraid of being seen by him.
Not long ago, the leaders of the major forces who lined up to invite him now seemed to have seen the god of plague, and they were all afraid to avoid Zhong Wen.
"You were so enthusiastic before, I thought I could find a job and live out my retirement."
Zhong Wen glanced at everyone and said with a sneer, "Everyone is just trying to amuse me."
"Master, why do you need to ridicule us?"
Sensing the coldness in his words, Sikong Changxing's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly smiled and said, "Not only are your cultivation levels astonishing, but your subordinates are as skilled as clouds, as strong as rain, and you can't fall behind against the royal court. Wherever you go,
It's our turn to recruit, but I don't know myself, so please forgive me."
No matter how much you covet and long for the Ten Tribulations Divine Weapon in your heart, after experiencing the peak battle just now, which force dares to take Zhong Wen's idea?
Just kidding, this is a man who can be controlled by even the most powerful demon, Soul Emperor. Not to mention himself, any one of his subordinates, such as Ye Tiange, Gui Mandrill or Zheng Qiyuan, can easily destroy most of the forces present.
.
What's the difference between recruiting such a great god and directly asking a father to come back and offer him his services?
Let him build a magic weapon for himself?
Sikong Changxing could not even dream of being so extravagant.
"Since you don't come to recruit me."
Zhong Wen gently touched his chin with his right hand, thought for a moment, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face, "Why don't you do it?
How about you just follow me?"
As soon as this statement came out, all the major rulers sneered, but all the heroes in the world were in an uproar, and their expressions were indescribably funny.
Seeing that no one extended an olive branch to him, Zhong Wen turned from passive to active and in turn recruited the other party.
The entire battlefield area suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
"No one? It shouldn't be."
Seeing no one answered, Zhong Wen muttered to himself, "When did I become such a failure?"
"Yes, yes, if you want to recruit talents, you have to give them some benefits!"
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched the palm of his left hand with a "pop" sound, "Otherwise, if anyone is willing to take refuge in our Yeyoushen, how about I give you a Ten Tribulation Divine Weapon as a gift?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Sha and other eight divine weapons of the Ten Tribulations suddenly appeared in the air, slowly spinning around him in circles. The dazzling cold light almost illuminated the entire world, and the terrifying sharpness made people's skin tingle.
Pain, coldness all over the body.
The moment the Eight Divine Swords appeared, all the heroes in the world started buzzing, and the originally silent battlefield suddenly became noisy and full of people.
Seeing these eight peerless swords again, the eyes of many people shone with greed again, especially those who were addicted to swords like Chen Qingxuan. Their eyes gleamed, their hearts beat faster, and they could hardly restrain the urge to surrender.
It’s not surprising that these people are so greedy for profit.
A Ten-Tribulation Divine Weapon is enough to increase the combat effectiveness of a top-level Chaos Realm warrior by at least 30%.
This kind of temptation is really too great!
The Lord of the Sky, Ming Yuxu, looked around with a gloomy face. He could clearly see the look of wavering in the eyes of many people, and he couldn't help but feel very irritable.
Compared to Duan Tianjin and Ling Bixu, his hostility towards Zhong Wen is obviously much deeper.
Just because it was he who personally knocked the other party off Canglan Zhixu, the two of them had a deadly feud, and there was no room for maneuver.
Therefore, every increase in Zhong Wen's power means that he is one step closer to death.
Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and he was keenly aware that the God of War Aotian's footsteps moved slightly, as if he was heading towards the direction of Zhong Wen.
Spineless bastard!
I remember you!
A glimpse of the flattery on Aotian's face
Ming Yuxu couldn't help frowning and cursed in his heart.
How could he not know that there are many people among the heroes who want to join Zhong Wen, but the reason why they haven't done anything yet is because they lack a leader.
Once Aotian takes the lead, others will no longer have any psychological burden and will definitely follow suit.
Ming Yuxu's right hand trembled slightly, and a mysterious power of space spread quietly.
Just when he was about to kill Aotian with thunder and thus shock the heroes, two eyes suddenly shot from a distance.
Zhong Wen’s gaze!
When his gaze fell on her, Ming Yuxu's face instantly turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He seemed like a little Karami who was being stared at by an ancient giant beast. His whole body was so stiff that he didn't even dare to move.
For a moment, I could only watch helplessly as Aotian took another step.
Upon noticing the God of War's unusual move, many masters from other forces looked relaxed, as if some psychological burden had been lifted. A few of them were already gearing up, planning to follow suit.
"whee."
At this moment, the master of the mind, Xianyue Linglong, suddenly covered her lips and chuckled.
She didn't seem to do anything, but Aotian suddenly showed a trace of hesitation on his face. His right leg was already raised in the air, but it still failed to come down.
His expression changed again and again. After a while, he suddenly took a few steps back, as if he had temporarily changed his mind and returned to the royal court camp.
The rest of the people who were about to make a move, for some reason, also fell silent and no longer expressed their intention to join Zhong Wen.
"What a mind master."
A cold light flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he stared straight at Xianyue's exquisite and charming face, and murmured in a low voice, "It's a bit interesting."
"Little brother, why are you staring at your sister like this?"
Xianyue's exquisite white jade-like right hand gently smoothed her hair. She raised her hands and feet, all of which contained a breathtaking mature charm. She giggled and said, "People can be shy."
"No wonder my little brother was so abrupt."
Zhong Wen put on a lewd posture and said with a strange smile, "My sister is really so beautiful and charming that people want to resist looking at her, but there is nothing they can do."
"What a sweet mouth!"
Xianyue Linglong was stunned for a moment, then she laughed so hard that her branches trembled wildly, "It's a pity that the age difference is too far, otherwise sister, I might really fall in love with you."
"In front of true love, what does age mean?"
Zhong Wen took the next step with a bright smile, "I am sincere, sister, do you really not think about it?"
"Sister Lan Xin, help!"
Xianyue Linglong stretched out her hand and patted her plump breasts, then hid behind Wu Lanxin, giggling and saying, "This guy is so awesome, my little sister can't bear it anymore!"
"Zhong Wen, you are also a respectable person. Since we have agreed to a truce."
Wu Lanxin sighed softly and said slowly, "Then just take the people away quickly. What kind of behavior is this?"
"Sister Lanxin opens her mouth, how dare I not obey?"
Zhong Wen paused, his gaze passing over Chen Qingxuan, Sikong Changxing and other heroes in the world, and he suddenly laughed, "The opportunity has been given to you. Since you don't cherish it, from now on, we are the real enemies.
"
Is it right or wrong to choose Wangting?
As his eyes swept over them, everyone felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their chests. Their hearts instantly became a lot heavier. Even breathing became difficult. Such a thought appeared involuntarily in their minds.
They never dreamed before that they would have a difficult time choosing between the Royal Court and other forces.
"I will keep my promise today and not kill you, but..."
Just when the heroes were entangled, Zhong Wen suddenly waved his sleeves, turned around gracefully, and shouted loudly, "Tianque, let's get to work!"
"Buzz!"
Accompanied by a deafening sword cry, the Tianque Sword shining with colorful light suddenly appeared above his head.
"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"
Almost at the same time, countless swords on the side of the royal court seemed to be inspired by the mysterious power, and they rose into the sky one after another. The loud sword sounds echoed one after another, resounding throughout the world.
In addition, there are many gleaming swords coming from all directions. They come from nowhere and are suspended quietly in the air. The sword body is slightly tilted, as if to express surrender to Tianque Sword.
Zhong Wen reached out with his right arm and grabbed the hilt of Tianque's sword at lightning speed, then stepped forward and walked through the air in the opposite direction of the royal court.
"Buzz!!!"
These many swords seemed to have spirituality. They actually abandoned their original masters and chased him at full speed. Soon they turned into light and shadow all over the sky, densely packed like crucian carp crossing the river. The momentum was magnificent and the scene was grand.
, can no longer be described in words.
This chapter has been completed!