"It's right, but even so, you alone can't really do anything even if you reach Duanchen or Wugui."

"I know, I will select some people in the dark alley area who voluntarily practice this great Wuxiang Swallowing Heaven Art, but one thing is a difficult problem."

Wei Yuan saw through his thoughts and smiled, "What you said is that even if you practice this mental method, you will not be able to find someone to swallow it for you, right?"

Zhao Mantang nodded, "Yes, with our realm, we have not even reached fetal breath, how can we swallow others."

"You don't have to worry about this. There are many clans east of Quanrong that I can't stand. If they die in vain, wouldn't it be a waste?"

After saying this, Wei Yuan turned around and walked out of the door, leaving a sentence when he was about to leave, "I will wait there ten miles outside the city gate in Zishi."

That day, the nightmare of the major clans east of the Quanrong began. Wei Yuan led two thugs, Zhang Gao and Zuo Ci, to investigate the incident of the Quanrong garrison, which was a big bullying of those clans who were usually domineering and doing all kinds of evil.

Some clans who usually bully men and women and regard human life as grass were beaten to death. This was not over yet. After the beating, Zhang Gao left with him, as if there were even more fierce torture waiting for them.

The major clans cried and called their parents, and did not dare to have conflicts with Wei Yuan and others on the surface, but secretly they all ran to the Zhao family to cry.

Zhao Tianyou also looked helpless. These clans dared not yell with Wei Yuan, so naturally he didn't dare either. Although there was an immortal ancestor in his family, Zhang Zhang was not a vegetarian. If he really fought, he might still be a weak side.

At night, the whirlwind that swept across the east side of the Quanrong slowly stopped. All clans were frightened and a few more latches were added on the door, for fear that the living cub who killed thousands of swords in the middle of the night would break into the door.

In the darkness, a carriage slowly drove out of the city gate. Fortunately, the Quanrong had no national laws and no one guarded the city, and the carriage was smoothly out of the city.

Ten miles outside the city, behind Zhao Mantang stood more than a dozen relatively strong slaves. These people were carefully selected by him, and they were also fed up with this identity as a living person. Even if they died, they would not want to live such a life again.

The carriage came, and Zhao Mantang hurriedly met him.

Zuo Ci didn't talk nonsense after arriving at the place. He directly lifted the curtain to pull out the dozen dying children of aristocratic families who were beaten inside, threw them in front of Zhao Mantang, and left without saying a word.

Zhao Mantang suppressed his inner excitement, whether to die or live, whether to be silent forever or soar into the sky, it will be tonight.

At the same time, far west of Quanrong, in the most luxurious mansion, Yuan Bupo, the head of the Yuan family, sat on the main seat of the main hall. There were many people sitting in the hall, all of whom were the patriarchs of several confidant clans under the Yuan family.

"The head of the Yuan family, the three men from Haoguo came to our Quanrong. I guess they were not just because they were afraid that our Quanrong was so simple. Should we let go of our affairs first and wait until they left?"

One person spoke with some concern.

Yuan Bubo, who was above the throne, sneered, "What are you afraid of? Apart from Zhang Gao, the other two are just ants. What's the point? Besides, my ancestor has already started to practice the mental method given by Lord Allah. It won't take long to get out of seclusion, and you will have a chance of winning in a battle with Zhang Gao."

As soon as these words came out, all the clan leaders here were a little excited. Although they had never seen the mysterious Lord Allah, Yuan Bupo's realm rose rapidly because of the guidance of Allah. In just half a year, he entered the state of great enlightenment from the peak of Wuqi. This is enough to show that Lord Allah's methods are so powerful.

It is rumored that the ancestor of the Yuan family also received the mental method given by Lord Allah. He is now in seclusion. When he leaves the seclusion, he will probably reach a new world.

Although the situation is forced by the situation, a large part of the reason why these people support the Yuan family is to use the hands of the Yuan family to get the guidance of Lord God. If their family can produce an immortal strong man, even if they cannot compete with the Yuan family, they will get much more than they are now.

"Let them make trouble with the Zhao family. When they come to our west, it's not too late for us to restrain ourselves."

As he said this, Yuan Bupo looked around the patriarchs present and continued, "Are the medicinal herbs and boys and girls ordered by God ready?"

As soon as he said this, everyone present fell silent. After a long time, one of them answered, "Head of Yuan, the medicinal materials are easy to deal with, but boys and girls..." Hearing this, Yuan Bupo sneered, "What?

Could it be that you still feel distressed?

Those children in the family who have no talent for cultivation will eventually become slaves. It is better to hand over them over and win the favor of Allah. We all have the benefits."

As he said this, Yuan Bupo's tone became gloomy, "But if he can't do it, Allah can change the door and also let us be wiped out!"

"The Yuan family leader is worried too much. It's not that we feel sorry for the children who have no talent for cultivation. If they hand over the children without cultivation, they will hand over them. But what Lord Allah wants is 20,000 boys and girls. Even if we add up all the clans of our Quanrong, we can't produce so many children without talent. Besides, the Zhao family is as powerful as us, so it's impossible to help."

This is true. Even if all the clans in the Quanrong territory add up, there are probably not so many children without talent for cultivation. Besides, the time given by Allah is not much, only half a month. How can they get so many boys and girls in such a short time?

"Stop pretending to me here. Children without the talent for cultivation are not enough. Then take the seedlings you have cultivated to me. As long as Allah is happy, I am afraid that it will not be better without yours!"

Yuan Bupo snorted coldly.

"This..." Everyone began to hesitate. They did raise some talented children in the family, but to put it bluntly, those are the foundation of the future of the entire clan. If they gave up for no reason, they still feel a little distressed.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you that Lord Allah's strength is far above my ancestor of the Yuan family. You can make plans after you have made up your mind."

As he said that, Yuan Bupo waved coldly, "Send out the guests!"

The patriarchs of major clans did not dare to stay for too long, and stood up one after another and said goodbye and left.

After everyone left one after another, Yuan Bupo got up and left the main hall, left the back door, and walked towards the mountain where the Yuan family was leaning against.
Chapter completed!