Nineteen miles east of Banyue City, behind a mountain gap that looks like it has been split by an axe, is the silver mine on top of the daimyo.
In the past, when the silver mines here were rich, the Murong family's army often guarded here, but now, the Murong family's army here has already evacuated, and the last ones left here are only the last few troops of Banyue City.
There are less than ten people, and all the remaining ones are still half-full of water, willing to protect the Lord, but unable to save themselves.
Whether it's the two gangster dens, the rich people in the city, or the people above the Murong family, they can be rounded and flattened at will.
If people like them only spend their time and energy on protecting it, it would be fine. What's more important is that no one is mining the entire silver mine now. They all rely on the efforts of Murong Tietong and his men.
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And the little money they worked hard for was robbed every now and then, and divided up every other day by the wealthy people in the city. What was finally given to the Murong family was far from up to standard. The consequence of not being able to use it was that the Murong family would not give it.
Banyue City has better manpower...even if they add more manpower, they are probably just like those girls and boys who came to cause trouble or bully them.
Now Murong Tietong is coming out of the well with hundreds of kilograms of slag. He is a warrior in the Qing 1st Stage of the Xuan Realm. His strength is much higher than that of ordinary people, but his strength is working underground, which makes him Murong Tietong.
The fourth master of the family is about to become an old man.
Dozens of Murong Tietong's subordinates formed a good production line. Although the money produced was not much, organizational discipline still existed.
There was a sound of horse hooves on the muddy mountain road. A busy guard heard the sound keenly and hurriedly blew the horn.
Murong Tietong's expression changed and he said angrily: "Are these damn robbers here again?"
The guards dragged their exhausted bodies and began to form a formation, preparing to intercept these bandits, but their movements were still a little too slow. Hundreds of bandits armed with shining steel knives came up from the mountain road and killed them. The leader was ugly and strong.
, the whole person looks like an iron tower, with many scars scattered all over his body, and one can tell at a glance that he is a brave and ruthless master.
Moreover, his horse is not an ordinary horse. It is a "dream horse" that is completely black and taller than an ordinary horse. It has the ability to move like wind and clouds when it runs under its feet.
An excellent spiritual beast that has reached the ninth level of the Yellow Realm.
As soon as the guards lowered the wooden fence, the dream horse bumped into it with its head. A faint green light erupted from its head, and it actually smashed the heavy fence into wood slag.
"Hahahaha, old Murong, when you saw your uncle Duanmu coming, why didn't you come out and kneel down to greet him? You actually wanted to close the door? I think your bones are itchy again. Do you want me to relax you?
Skin..." The big man like an iron tower uttered arrogant words, and in his hand he pulled out a huge gold steel mace weighing hundreds of kilograms. He was extremely arrogant.
Murong Tietong's face turned red with anger, but he did not dare to refute, because Murong Tietong did not have an advantage in terms of manpower or individual strength.
He is only a warrior at the first level of Xuanjing Qing, but this Duanmujian is a strong man at the second level of Xuanjing blue. Compared with Murong Tietong, he is not even a little stronger.