I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 122 Xuan Ming
He guessed that Yan Lingji was actively arrested, just to investigate the information and determine Tian Ze's location, otherwise how could Wushuang Ghost easily know where he was?Rescue easily?
If Xueyi Hou or Ji Wuye caught him, if he didn't take the initiative to let him go, he wouldn't be able to save him with Wushuanggui's ability.

Also, in the original plot, the blood-clothed Hou obviously wanted to get the secret of Canglong Qisu from Yan Lingji, and it was even more impossible to give up Yan Lingji and let someone rescue him.

If it was Ji Wuye, with her lustful personality, how could she not keep Yan Lingji by her side, after all, with her strength, it would be difficult for Yan Lingji to kill her with all her strength, let alone a prisoner.

Therefore, based on the speculation and his current situation, this Yan Lingji really did not appear, leaving him busy for nothing.

"Since you haven't come, you can only work hard for yourself first."

Chen Feng smiled helplessly, took out most of the money on his body, put it in the bag, wrote down a bunch of material names, and came to Qijuetang again.

At an unnamed bridge, he dressed up as a little ghost and saw the head of the Seven Absolutes Hall again.

"This time it's a big business." Chen Feng threw the burden on the ground, "Help me collect some things, the money in it is yours."

Tang Qi glanced at the bag, and knew from the size and weight that there was a lot of money in it, he said with a blank expression: "Your Excellency is generous, it seems that the things collected are not simple, if it is too special, we Qijuetang have no ability. ."

"You are wrong. All you have to collect is some materials, even if they are rare, your abilities are enough to do it."

Chen Feng threw out a piece of cloth, "The stuff is on it, and it will be delivered within half a month."

As soon as his words fell, the person disappeared, and Tang Qi couldn't help showing a look of fear. This person is known to be a peerless master just by this skill.

Reaching out his hand to catch the cloth that was still floating in the air, and opening it, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"You need so much gold and iron, do you want to build weapons?"

Chen Feng took off the ghost mask of Xuanming Sect on his body, hired a carriage at will, and went to the rice shop in the city to start buying food.

Then I bought a lot of pots and pans, put them on a few ox carts, and had them help them transport them out of the city.

On an official road somewhere in the wild, Chen Feng looked at the surrounding environment and asked everyone to stop, then said: "Throw everything on the ground and you can go back."

A few drivers were a little strange, but they didn't dare to ask more. They got out of the car and put their things on the ground, took Chen Feng's money, and left without looking back.

Without other people, Chen Feng took out the sac, used the space inside to pack these things, and took a few to solve all of them.

"This thing is really a must-have at home."

Chen Feng smiled lightly, then stepped on the compressed air, flew to the top of a big mountain, and turned around twice to find a huge cave.

He stood in the cave, urging Fenghou Qimen to change the situation here, making it more habitable for people, and at the same time condensing the soil to simply isolate the cave to prevent rat snakes from running in easily.

Then, he took out the things he just bought and threw them in the cave. Naturally, these were not for him to eat, but those he wanted to cultivate.

"It's really troublesome to have no manpower. You have to do it yourself to buy food."

After muttering, Chen Feng felt that it would be great if he had the means to control people, that is, the kind that can quickly turn an unknown person into his subordinate, he can only speak with his fists, or use his interests to make people surrender.

And fists and interests are only useful to some people, such as small forces such as Qijuetang, but too big will not work, such as Zilanxuan and Yemu, if he goes, he will only cause more trouble, and Yan Lingji This is easier.

"I must make my own self-cultivation furnace as soon as possible, and transform into an alien, so that there is an endless stream of cultivation resources."

Compared with other people's skills, he prefers the innate energy, which is the purer power.

Chen Feng threw a puppet, which was like a flower. After injecting infuriating energy, the puppet came to life.

He let it guard the supplies and went down the mountain again.

……

The yellow sand is long.

A group of slaves are working, digging the ore on the ground, making a sound of jingle.

Around them, soldiers in armor have cold eyes, and they are holding iron whips and spears.

Beside the mines, some wooden houses were built, and a burly centurion sat on a chair and looked mercilessly at the slaves in the distance.

In his eyes, the slaves in the mine are all ants, who can easily dominate the life and death of these slaves and trample their dignity.

All he cares about is the order from above, he only cares about how much iron ore was mined today, and even in order to make a fortune, he doesn't even bother to give more food.

In the vicinity of this mine, corpses can be seen everywhere. They were either beaten to death, starved to death, or died of illness, attracting a lot of vultures and mice.

He was thinking about one thing, a new batch of slaves will come today, thinking about whether to kill a few more old ones, so as not to consume food.

"Those old, weak, sick and disabled, don't give them food from today, they will be thrown out if they starve to death."

The centurion smiled cruelly. This is their daily practice. There will always be new slaves, so the old ones should be eliminated.

Suddenly, a soldier rushed over in a panic and exclaimed: "No, there is a group of slaves who have been brought in and have been kidnapped."

"What? Who dares to rob slaves so boldly?" The centurion was furious. If the slaves were robbed, there would be few people here and it would be difficult to complete the above task.

On the other side, Chen Feng dealt with the soldiers who were escorting the slaves, looked at the dozens of people who were a little scared, and said lightly: "If you want to live, come with me."

The slaves are robbed by him, and use these poor people to create an organization, a special alien organization.

He wants to transform those who are willing to change their destiny into aliens, and then let them hunt and kill enemies, which can provide a steady stream of innate energy.

As long as it works, he will not only have a steady stream of innate energy for the past eight years, but he will also be able to return to this world to replenish his strength in the future.

So this is a very important matter, it will not only affect the past eight years, but will also help him in the future, so we must find these unrelied slaves and train them into his subordinates.

The ragged slave glanced at Chen Feng fearfully, and had no choice but to follow behind.

Chen Feng waved behind them, and the wind blew up, erasing the footprints and smells of these people, so that it would be difficult for the Koreans to trace them.

After walking for a long time, he took the slave into the cave he found earlier, turned his head to take a look, most of them were tired, and only three people were still standing steadily, looking around.

He said indifferently: "From today onwards, you are Xuan Ming's people, obey my orders, and all those who do not obey will be killed!"

"Xuan Ming?"

"Are we from Xuan Ming?"

"We are not slaves."

(End of this chapter)