The impact of three hundred million spiritual stones was so great for these young people that they looked at each other and were unable to react for a moment.
Over the years, they have traveled here and there, wandering around, trying to survive in this prosperous world.
If not, no one would have sold their soul because of Xue Yingying's five million spiritual stones.
After a period of deathly silence, Zi Xieyun shook his head and said, "Sanye Ye, three hundred million spirit stones is too much, and we deserve it."
"The realm of Shura is a deep and fiery dragon's pool and a tiger's den. If you want to fight your way out again, money is essential."
Chu Yue said: "These three hundred million are just a stepping stone for you to reach the sky. If you take the first step, will you still be far away from success? If you don't even have the courage to take this money, how can you talk about going back and being independent?
Being a king? Isn’t this a joke?”
In the quiet room, only her steady voice sounded.
After hearing these words, the arrogance hidden under the bones of many young people was aroused.
Even the blood all over his body is boiling like a young man!
Zi Xieyun stood in front of Chu Yue, staring at the space bracelet with his light brown eyes, his eyelashes lightly covering his eyes, so no one could understand what he was thinking.
After a long time, Zi Xieyun took the space bracelet, raised her head, and looked at Chu Yue with red eyes, "I will never forget the kindness of Master Chu, I will never forget it. I am willing to work hard for Master Chu in this life, even if I die!"
Chu Yue said nothing, only smiled slightly, and patted Zi Xieyun's shoulder solemnly with her small white hands.
"Master Chu, we will leave for Shura Realm in the next few days."
Zi Xieyun's eyes were as firm as iron, and he spoke from the bottom of his heart: "This trip to the Shura realm is full of lofty ambitions, grand hegemony, and the kindness of Master Chu. For the rest of my life, I have only two ways. One is to let Chumen
Shock all around, if it ends in failure, I will be broken into pieces and buried in Shura!"
"If you fail, go home. Your lives are more important than anything else." Chu Yue said softly.
Zi Xieyun's eyes trembled, and the girl's words pointed directly to his soul.
He stared at Chu Yue closely, took a deep breath for a long time, and nodded: "Thank you Master Chu for your love, I will definitely live up to Master Chu's life!"
Behind them, a dozen young people clasped their hands in fists and made a unified sound when their fists touched each other.
I saw that they all said in unison:
"I will definitely live up to Master Chu's orders!"
Chu Yue looked at this group of people with relief. Under her calm expression, there were overwhelming emotions, and the ambition deep in her soul was clearly visible.
Prisoner Lin stood silently, already stunned.
The Shura Realm is an existence independent of the Lingtian Continent. It is a real Shura field of martial arts, where the most primitive massacres are performed every moment.
In the world of martial arts, the journey of cultivation is nothing more than a big wave washing away the sand, the survival of the fittest.
Those who succeed are kings, those who lose are bandits, and they are as humble as ants, who can only live in an ignoble existence.
Even the people from Shenmai Jiuzhou and ordinary mercenaries did not dare to set foot in the Shura realm, but Ye Chuyue actually wanted to establish his own power.
Prisoner Lin didn't dare to think about whether that day would really come.
It should have been a fantasy, but looking at Chu Yue's back and the slightly raised skirt in front of him, Prisoner Lin began to have vague expectations!
"When will you set off?" Chu Yue asked: "Soon there will be a competition between the top ten colleges, and it's time for me to return to Shenxuan College."
"Let's set off today." Zixieyun said.
Chu Yue nodded, looking around at the resolute faces, then clasped her fists and nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Take care along the way."
"Master Chu, take care!"
Zi Xieyun led the people to bow their heads and left the place.
Chu Yue looked at their retreating figures, with a somewhat worried expression, she sat back on the sandalwood chair, poured tea into a cup, and said slowly: "Call General Tan Zong, the general of the Black Armored Army."
"yes."
"..."
Not long after Zi Xieyun and his party left Canyang Tower, they bumped into Xue Yingying who was coming towards them on a narrow road.
Especially Xue Yingying's personal bodyguard, who seems to be a member of the Truman family.
That is, the young man who followed Xue Yingying for five million spiritual stones!
The young man's name was Chen Yu. He was dressed in gold and silver, and his face was red. However, overnight, he was completely different from the decadent person he once was.
Zi Xieyun and others looked intently, as if they had not seen it, and wanted to leave as soon as possible and rush to the Shura realm.
Who would have thought that Chen Yu had a smile on his face and blocked the way of Zi Xieyun and others with a stretch of his long arms, "Everyone, after all we are old acquaintances, why should we turn against each other? We are just doing our own thing.
Lord, Miss Xue is not what you think, she is just like Mr. Ye and is worthy of being followed."