Chapter 300 Qixuan Gang Giant Whale Gang
Early the next morning, Zhang Shaoyang watched with his own eyes as He Wang and others walked back carrying a huge puppet wolf.
The giant puppet wolf was covered in blood and had many clear claw marks. It was obvious that it had experienced a fight.
He Wang asked someone to throw it on the open ground and shouted: "Everyone, this is the consequences of escaping privately!"
"Master Hu's tribe does not restrict your freedom, but if you want to escape, you must think clearly!"
"On Jueling Island, in addition to human monks like us, there are also a large number of monks from the Nether Spirit clan and Nether Beasts!"
"Even if the monks of the Netherworld clan are unable to summon their companion Netherworld beasts due to the Jueling Spirit, some people are naturally able to communicate with different Netherworld beasts."
"If you still want to escape...this is what will happen to them!"
After some coercion, inducements and threats, many monks were shocked and began to calm down, thinking that it might be a good thing to stay here.
But some people look calm but don't know what they are thinking in their hearts.
On the cottage arrow tower, Chen Hu was looking here with two other people.
"Master Hu, after this incident, this group of newcomers should be able to settle down."
"Ha~"
Chen Hu sneered and said: "Do you really think that you can scare them with just one show of force? Think about when we came here before... who can come to the Abyss, who is not an elite among the foundation-building monks?"
"How can they accept their fate in such a predicament?"
"Just wait, it will take at least three, or even five, or ten attempts before these people will settle down and accept their fate!
Chen Hu's words made the two people think of something, and their faces immediately became ugly.
More than twenty years ago, like Chen Hu, they were all swallowed up by the mysterious black mist and ended up on the Jueling Island.
At that time, like the newcomers now, they only wanted to return to the Abyss.
What a pity.
There were more than 300 monks who entered Jueling Island that year. After more than half of them died, the remaining monks who had been living on the island a long time ago slowly survived.
The middle-aged man with the triangular eyes on the left smiled and said: "We have to thank Lord Tiger, otherwise we would have perished on this Jueling Island."
"Yes, Brother Ying is right, thanks to Mr. Tiger!"
The big man on the right is very burly, and he said with a loud voice: "Who would have thought that before Master Hu became a monk, he was actually the senior brother of the Shaowu sect, the largest martial arts sect in the Wumo Kingdom, and his martial arts has already entered the innate realm."
"It's also thanks to Master Hu that he can support us and lead us on the path of martial arts, so that we can survive on this dangerous island."
Chen Hu smiled and said: "We can build this foundation thanks to the cooperation of all brothers!"
"As long as my brothers and I join forces, we can go to the depths of the Abyss, let alone the Jueling Island!"
"Master Tiger, you're welcome!"
Chen Hu said: "By the way, Liang Ying, what do the Qixuan Gang say? Do you want to join forces?"
"Master Hu, the Qixuan Gang agreed, but can that thing really guide us out of here?"
"Of course!"
Chen Hu said calmly: "Jueling Island is not a real place of death. There is still a way to leave this place."
"After communicating with the passages of the other two islands, the whirlpool on the Sea of ​​Desolation is the passage to the Abyss!"
"But if you want to pass through that passage, you must not only step into the innate martial arts, but also be able to withstand the violent waves and tearing force."
"It's best to have some kind of protection like a magic weapon, otherwise you'll have a narrow escape from death!"
Liang Ying gritted his teeth and said: "It's a pity that we monks are unable to activate the magic weapon."
"Otherwise, how can a mere ocean whirlpool restrain us?"
Chen Hu asked again: "King Kong, where is the Giant Whale Gang?"
The burly man said: "Master Hu, the Giant Whale Gang also agrees. However, they said that they will send the largest number of people for this operation. If they leave Jueling Island by then, they will occupy 50% of the seats!"
For thousands of years, there have been at least hundreds of thousands of monks living on the Jueling Island.
But now there are only more than 10,000 people who can survive.
Distributed on three islands, each fights and forms a force.
"Fifty percent? That's half!"
Liang Ying exclaimed: "They are crazy! If they take 50%, what will we and the Qixuan Gang do?"
King Kong spread his hands and said: "Then I don't know. Anyway, the people from the Giant Whale Gang look very confident, as if they already knew that we would agree to this."
"Hahaha..."
Chen Hu laughed and said: "As expected of the pirate leader who roamed the seven seas in the past, he is indeed domineering." "This matter... I agree to it, Mr. Hu!"
"Master Tiger...!"
Liang Ying exclaimed: "Do you really want to agree to them? What if they play tricks on the sea..."
"Don't worry..."
Chen Hu said coldly: "Anyone who dares to play tricks in front of me, Chen Hu... will die!"
After speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a strange distortion appeared in the air in front of him.
The wooden handle in front of him suddenly snapped with a click, as if it was scratched to pieces by something invisible.
Liang Ying said in surprise: "Master Hu... you have made a breakthrough!"
"Well, just before the month."
Chen Hu said calmly: "I gave up martial arts for more than thirty years. I didn't expect that after picking up martial arts for more than twenty years, I could break through twice in a row."
"On top of channeling... the spiritual thoughts seem to have changed, and they can use their own energy and blood to activate the power of heaven and earth."
"This place is the Jueling Island, which can swallow all forms of spiritual energy."
"But the true energy produced by the condensation of the warrior's spirit and blood cannot be absorbed!"
"This...is Chen's confidence."
"Master Tiger is domineering!"
The two said excitedly, and then the three of them discussed some things in a low voice and made some arrangements.
Liang Ying asked again: "Master Hu, what are the arrangements for these newcomers?"
Chen Hu said: "Let's test it first. The stable people will give them a few elementary martial arts secret books and let them practice as soon as possible."
"The eight extraordinary meridians and the two meridians of Ren and Du are all opened up in the monk's body, and he can cultivate his internal energy to get twice the result with half the effort."
"One year is enough for them to enter the Grandmaster Realm or even the Innate Realm!"
"By then...it will be considered a good group of cannon fodder."
"Yes, Lord Tiger!"
Zheng Yi, who had already been enveloped by spiritual thoughts over the entire island, could clearly hear the discussion between Chen Hu and the others.
And surrounded by his spiritual thoughts, there are indeed several places on the island where there are a large number of monks, as well as monks from the Nether Spirit clan.
One of the groups was located on a high mountain on the back of the island.
Among the scattered mountains, a group of figures wearing black animal skins gathered together. They were also guarding a large number of monks who had been living on Jueling Island yesterday.
On their chests, there is a mark shaped like a maple leaf.
Qixuan Gang!
On a peninsula extending out in the southeast of the island, there is a huge shipyard where hundreds of people are working shirtless.
Some were punting the boats, some were killing sea beasts, and some were washing the decks.
At least ten large ships and more than thirty sterns were moored at the port. This group was the largest, with at least more than three hundred people.
In addition to these three groups of monks from the Canglan Realm who fled here from the Abyss, there are more monks from the Nether Spirit clan hiding around the Jueling Island.
At this time, outside the cottage, Zhang Shaoyang was queuing up to a person who was registering information under the supervision of Chen Hu.
"Name!"
"Zhang Shaoyang."
"What country and sect are you from?"
"Weiguo, Yanxia Sect."
"Yanxia Sect? Never heard of it~"
The person who recorded the information did not even raise his head, and quickly wrote on his hand: "What kind of cultivation level?"
"Age?"
"Thirty-six."
"Cultivation?"
"Early stage of foundation building."
"A thirty-six-year-old monk in the early stages of foundation building? What a pity..."
(End of chapter)