Swire Overlord

Chapter 440 Promise him

Looking at Qianzhuang, Hongling and the others, Zhao Yufan said, "Go!"

The few people in Qianzhuang said nothing, but Hongling shook her head, her attitude was firm: "I won't leave." Although the others didn't speak, they also had a firm attitude and would never leave here.

In fact, the people in Qianzhuang are very smart. If they leave, more than a hundred thousand people will definitely be dissatisfied. Although what Zhao Yufan did is definitely not inappropriate, in the face of life and death, people will eventually have a vicious side.

If under the instigation of some people, everyone feels dissatisfied, it will affect Zhao Yufan's mood, and the consequences will be unpredictable. Maybe the sword god will directly turn against each other to help Feng Changle and others, and maybe he will not leave .

Zhao Yufan would naturally not help Feng Changle and the others, but he might leave directly. What he disliked most was revenge.

Nodding to several people in the bank, Zhao Yufan's eyes fell on the crowd: "The old man goes first."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and then there was a deathly silence.

The old people walked up to Zhao Yufan excitedly, their hearts were very moved, they all praised Zhao Yufan as a good guy, a young man who respected the old and cared for the young.

However, Zhao Yufan looked at the thousands of elderly people in front of him and showed a bitter smile. There were so many people who could only choose 100 people, which made him very embarrassed.

Hey... At such an old age, why don't you stay at home and go out to watch the fun?

He complained for a while, swept across the crowd, and said in a cold voice, "Warrior leave!"

Among this group of old people, many are warriors. Although they look very old, they are still somewhat different from ordinary old people.

Zhao Yufan's idea is very simple, that is to let the weak leave first.

Many old and strong warriors left one after another, some were ashamed, some were aggrieved, some cursed, and some sighed.

The warriors are gone, but there are still more than 1000 ordinary old people.Zhao Yufan also excluded some elderly people who seemed to be in good health, and finally selected [-] elderly people over the age of [-].

People's hearts are not old, after all, some people are dissatisfied with Zhao Yufan's choice.

One of the well-dressed old men pointed at Zhao Yufan and asked, "Why don't you let me go? Look at who you picked? They were going to leave one by one. Why don't you just stay here and die? Anyway They are all dead, what's the use of living a few more days, why not give us this opportunity, we can also live a few more years for you."

A scruffy old beggar also cursed indignantly: "Young man, are you stupid? What use are they? You saved them, and they won't live well for a few days. Why don't you save me? Save me!" , From now on, my life will be yours."

When the others heard the words, they also shouted one after another.

"Save me, I will give you a book of martial arts and 100 million spirit stones."

"Get out, Brother Sword God, save me, save me, and I will let you enjoy the glory and wealth for the rest of your life."

"Brother Sword God, as long as you save me, I can marry you, even as a concubine."

The scene was chaotic, Luo Xiang smiled lightly, very satisfied with the current result, he raised his hand gently, and suddenly said: "Shoot the arrow!" Following his voice, his raised arm also fell down suddenly.

The rain of arrows struck, making the scene even more chaotic.

Under a rain of arrows, there were thousands more corpses on the ground.

Luo Xiang grinned, looked around everyone with gloomy eyes, and warned: "Hey, I'm very annoying now, so you better not talk." Suddenly, he felt Zhao Yufan's murderous gaze, and he couldn't help saying coldly: "You Want to kill me? What I did just now was for you, look at the group of people in front of you, are they worthy of your rescue?"

Zhao Yufan stared at Luo Xiang indifferently, and said indifferently: "Let them go!"

Luo Xiang frowned, waved and shouted, "Let them go."

One hundred old people left, but for these one hundred old people, thousands of people were killed or injured.

Looking at the corpses and wounded all over the ground, Zhao Yufan was helpless and helpless. Even if he was Emperor Wu now, he couldn't save everyone. If everyone didn't unite at this time, it would really be over.

Feng Changle stared at the sword god, and said slowly: "If you win, you can leave, or choose to stay."

When Luo Xiang heard this, his eyes widened, and he immediately said, "Wait, how about we have a game? It's still the same as before."

When everyone heard the words, they shouted without even thinking about it.

"Promise him!"

"Yes, promise him!"

"Hurry up, promise him quickly, if you win again, we can leave another 100 people."

Hearing the shouts of the crowd, Qian Zhuang and the others frowned slightly. The faces of this group of people disgusted them very much. It was a life-and-death contest, and if they were not careful, they would die on the spot. How could they agree so easily.

Luo Xiang, Luo Song, and Feng Changle all looked sad, they seemed to have known this ending a long time ago.Feng Changle touched his cheek, and said calmly and sarcastically, "Is it worth saving these people? Why don't you join us."

Hearing what he said, the scene was suddenly silent, and finally a character who could deal with them appeared. Everyone was really afraid that the sword god would take refuge in the place in a fit of anger.

Zhao Yufan naturally wouldn't vote for Yu Luocha, staring at Feng Changle, he said very seriously: "I heard from Zhao Yufan that you are a good person, but it seems that you are not necessarily so."

Feng Changle pursed his lips and chuckled, but did not respond.Luo Xiang took a few steps forward, and asked coldly, "Do you agree?"

"Promise!" Zhao Yufan said briskly.

"Okay!" Luo Xiang was overjoyed, and said solemnly: "You made the rules just now, so now I make the rules. Do you have any objections?"

"no!"

Looking at the calm Zhao Yufan, Luo Xiang panicked in his heart. Could it be that this person's weapon refining skills are really better than his?
Do not!Impossible!

Luo Xiang really vetoed his inner thoughts. He has lived for hundreds of years, how could he be defeated by a young man, "My rules are very simple. What I refined just now is a fifth-grade weapon. Then let's refine a sixth-grade weapon now. How about it?" ?”

After a moment of silence, Zhao Yufan nodded in agreement.

Seeing Zhao Yufan agree, the surrounding audience couldn't help but get excited, but with the lessons learned from just now, even if they want to talk now, they can only talk in low voices, and dare not make any noise at all. Who knows if that demon Luo Xiang will order people to shoot arrows.

Among the more than [-] people, most of them don't know about refining weapons, and even some low-level refining masters don't understand what real refining is. There is only one level difference between the weapon and the sixth-grade weapon. As long as he can refine the sixth-grade weapon, he will definitely win.

This is a seemingly taken for granted by everyone, but this is not the case. The essential difference between the owners of sixth-grade weapons and fifth-grade weapons is that Zhao Yufan and Luo Xiang will definitely not be as simple as before. In terms of the technique and the structure of the refining items, it is very troublesome.

(End of this chapter)