Since the deity is personally in charge, everyone is certainly relieved.
Of course, Xianyin Pavilion also wanted to express its stance, and Yun Fengluan immediately responded: "We have mastered combat skills and are willing to lend a helping hand to the deity. The twelve yinyun elders are always at your disposal."
Everyone responded one after another.
Chen Tian nodded, stood up and faced the thousands of people in the audience, making a decision to set the tone.
"The military camp was named Zhongyi Village, the new city was named Huangdan City, and all the refugees returned from the Beicaoxi caravan were resettled here."
"Everyone agrees, I hope to see every second Yongtai city by the end of the year. Do you have any objections?"
Everyone stood up, faced the high platform, and bowed deeply to the bottom.
"The gods are wise."
"The gods are wise."
At the end of the meeting, everyone left like a tide, leaving only a few confidants from each department, ready to talk in detail.
Chen Tian waved his hand and invited them to sit close and drink tea without being too restrained.
"The Wangcang soldiers have good combat power, but their deployment is a bit slow. Is there any way to improve it?"
"Yes, yes, but after the weight is reduced, the combat power will definitely be reduced." Cheng Yiliang, the leader of the Qianji Pavilion, looked embarrassed, "Although the Wangcang soldiers are big, they are extremely delicate. They can move the whole body with one shot.
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As soon as he heard that the combat power was going to be reduced, Chen Tian immediately rejected the idea of thinking of a solution by the Wangcang soldiers themselves, but he could not sacrifice the good for the sake of mobility.
"How about using a large ship to lift the spiritual weapon?"
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"Haha, don't be surprised, Sect Master Cheng. I'm just making suggestions. There are specialties in the art. I'll have to listen to you whether it works or not."
"The Lord is too humble." Cheng Yiliang was not only shocked by the lifting incident, but also surprised by Chen Tian's warm attitude.
With this respect alone, he made up his mind to handle this matter well: "I can give it a try, and I will live up to God's high expectations."
"It's not urgent. You can start with the smallest bottle of Wangcang Soldier." Chen Tian personally made tea for Cheng Yiliang and motioned for him to sit down first.
The taste of green tea chestnuts was just right and refreshing. Chen Tian took a sip and said, "Not only Wangcang Bingren, but also smaller Bingren?"
"Which one does the Lord want?"
"Cannon fodder, the kind that can consume the enemy's vitality."
Hearing this, Cheng Yiliang slapped his thigh: "What a coincidence! I was about to report this to the God!"
"Oh? Qianji Pavilion found the ancestor's treasure from the old papers again?" Chen Tian smiled.
Everyone laughed, and Cheng Yiliang said with some embarrassment: "That's not true. Wasn't there a stone monster in Qianji Pavilion some time ago, named Fanli? After interrogation at Quantai, it was found that the gold and stone skills he practiced were very strange.
generally!"
"Speak slowly, don't rush."
"If the golden and stone formulas are converted into runes and engraved on the warriors and warriors, they will also have the effect of being invulnerable!" Cheng Yiliang was very excited and stood up with a vibrating voice, almost knocking over the tea.
"Moreover, as long as their feet do not leave the ground, the soldiers can completely use their spiritual power to extract earth and rocks to compensate for their own injuries!"
Chen Tian was startled.
I never expected that my original unintentional move would actually prompt Qianji Pavilion to release such a treasure.
Although Yongziying is composed of monks from the Panlong Sect who have practiced external skills, and should be easy to train, Chentian has invested a lot of resources in them, which can be said to be armed to the teeth.
Even if only one of these veterans died, Chen Tian felt like his heart was bleeding.
Qianji Pavilion now has mass-produced small-scale cannon fodder terracotta warriors that are durable and durable. Wouldn’t they just solve an urgent need?
Chen Tian was quite happy and asked Cheng Yiliang tentatively: "In other words, as long as the spiritual stone is enough, the warriors will not be dead?"
"That's right! As long as the core hidden in the abdominal cavity is not broken, it can grow back even if the head is knocked off!"
These words have come out.
Not to mention everyone was shocked, even Chen Tian looked in disbelief, this soldier was a bit ridiculously strong!
But while he was happy, Chentian suddenly realized that every time Cheng Yiliang attended a meeting, he would always ask for money and supplies.
The Wangcang Soldier he proposed last time almost drained himself of the Sumeru Ring. How much does he want this time?
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Seeing Chen Tian's vigilant face, Cheng Yiliang smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, Lord God, Qianji Pavilion is planning to support Cang Bingren's big project, and it's on the right track. The income far exceeds the expenditure."
"Tell the important point."
"The terracotta warriors this time do not need precious materials. They only use the gods to solve two kinds of materials and form an army."
"What do you want?" Chen Tian's heartstrings tightened.
While lingering with Tong Ruoran just now, he had already counted the supplies in the Xumi ring and realized that although there were many spiritual stones, they were barely enough for himself.
This part must be regarded as a strategic reserve and cannot be handed over to Qianjige Huohuo. In addition, there are also those precious materials that must be saved.
"Need stone monsters and spirit stones."
"Huh? I can understand the spirit stone. What's the use of the stone monster?" Chen Tian was confused, put down the tea cup and looked at Cheng Yiliang, "Hasn't Fanli been thoroughly studied by you?"
"The stone monster's biggest reliance on transforming into a human form is an innate gemstone, which can be used as the core."
"So, to make terracotta warriors, you need to massacre stone monsters?" Chen Tian felt a little strange in his heart.
I always feel that doing this is harmful to God, and I find it difficult to accept it.
Although the stone monster is not a common person, how can a stone monster that cultivates human form not have a life?
The big thing I have to do is to seek peace for all generations and the mysterious way of heaven, so I must not be disrespectful.
Is this the kindness of a woman?
Chen Tian didn't have an answer in his heart.
"No, the heart stone of the stone monster is like hair, which can be broken and come back to life. At the same time, this is only the early stage. In the future, Qianji Pavilion can carve the core of the terracotta warriors by itself." Cheng Yiliang said seriously.
Chen Tian nodded slightly: "Well, I will leave this matter to you, and the workshop will be set up in Huangdan City."
"No problem!" Cheng Yiliang nodded heavily, "Making terracotta warriors requires a lot of sand, stone and clay. Tianzhu Peak has collapsed into ruins, so it is just right to mine it."
"Do these warriors have names?"
"Dare you ask the gods to give me your name."
"Let's call it Gui Gen." Chen Tian thought for a moment and blurted out, "In the Eight Diagrams, the image of Gen is exactly earth."
Cheng Yiliang muttered twice, accepted it gladly, thanked him and left quickly. He was obviously very interested in the Guigen terracotta warriors and was going to do some digging now.
Chen Tian watched him go away, then turned to look at Fan Changxiang: "Your Majesty, why didn't you see him there?"
"There is something strange going on in the Snowfield Demon Clan outside Yanshan Mountain. My father has gone back to lead the disciples of the Panlong Sect and is preparing to fight."
"What's the situation like?"
"It should be no problem. Panlong Sect still has 20,000 disciples, which will definitely be more than enough to defend the city."
"I remember Panlong Sect has 30,000 disciples, right?" Chen Tian felt something was wrong and guessed, "The rest are still on the way?"
Fan Changxiang has matured a lot after the battle at Tianzhu Peak, and he has faintly shown the style of a general.
Now I speak in an even more orderly manner, losing a lot of my youthful impetuousness.
"Yes, didn't the Divine Lord previously ask Panlong Sect to gradually transfer thousands of people to Yongtai City? These nine thousand people are almost here, and the latest ones to leave should be in place by the end of the month."
Chentian knocked on the tea table.
I deeply feel the vastness of the Cangxi Northern Territory.
This previous army of 9,000 people should be the second batch of disciples who came to Yongtai City. From receiving the order to trekking across mountains and rivers, they actually walked for three months.
"When they arrive, we will select elite troops to expand the army according to the treatment arrangement of Yongzi Camp." "As ordered." Fan Changxiang clasped his fists in salute, and suddenly asked, "How should the Nanxiang Army be formed?"