Tian*tian*xiao* said m. "You really know how to do business." Ye Chen glanced at the thin old man with great satisfaction.
"The more information you sell, the more I earn." The thin old man smiled. "My Taoist friends want it, and I happen to have it. As for the price of the information, the Taoist friends have plenty of money."
"I'm out of my mind. I went to the same place to buy information." Ye Chen shook his head sadly and gave him three million source stones, secretly thinking that the thin old man must have recognized him.
"Don't worry, Skynet is very professional." The thin old man laughed and just immersed himself in counting the source stones. "I will never leak the buyer's information. Besides, I don't know who you are."
"That's pretty much it." Ye Chen received the information and poked the thin old man with his finger, "Do you know where there are mercenary groups, the kind that are reliable, bold, and risking their lives."
The thin old man coughed dryly after hearing this, and was extremely sure that the Kunpeng clan was going to be killed, "There are quite a few mercenary groups, the reliable, bold, and life-threatening ones. There is only one, and the Southern Territory calls it Red Flame." , all of them are ruthless characters, but the commissions are not generally high."
As he said this, the old man gave Ye Chen a small note, "Put this aside and go find Sha Potian."
"Damn, that's such a domineering name!" Ye Chen took the note and clicked his tongue, imagining that the one named Sha Potian must have a very majestic physique.
"You have to hurry up. It's too late. The people from the Kunpeng tribe who are in the mine will go back to their families." The thin old man said casually, and then continued to count the source stones.
Ye Chen didn't speak, and glanced at the thin old man up and down with a serious look. This guy is probably a man who is afraid of chaos in the world, and he is the kind of thief who likes to watch the fun.
Taking one last look at the thin old man, he turned and left, going to the teleportation array in the city.
According to the address listed on the old man's note, he traveled through two ancient cities before arriving at an ancient city called Dongtian. He went straight to a corner of the ancient city, where there was a small manor.
The manor didn't have a big front, but it was a boundary inside. When he walked in, three or five big men with bare arms were eating stew around a large iron pot, their voices were rough and murderous.
Looking at their cultivation, they are all quasi-sage kings, and they are so gangsters that they really look like bandits.
"Who are you looking for?" The bald man glanced at Ye Chen, but did not see Ye Chen's true appearance clearly.
"Sha Potian." Ye Chen replied casually, not treating himself as an outsider. He rolled up his sleeves, walked over to the big iron pot, fished out a piece of stewed meat from the inside, and nibbled on it, which was very fragrant.
"Do you want to hire mercenaries, fellow Taoist?" A cold female voice floated out from an attic. Before she could finish her words, a woman in black appeared, with mysterious movements but wearing a mask.
"Holy King." Ye Chen was surprised, and he saw through the face of the woman in black at a glance. Not to mention peerless, at least it was stunning, with a pair of beautiful eyes, clear and silent, and a head of water-blue hair, silky The wisps were stained with brilliance, which did not match the black clothes.
"Boss." Several big men shouted verbally one after another, and then continued to eat meat and drink.
"Are you Sha Potian?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman in black tentatively.
"What? It doesn't look like it?" The woman in black glanced at Ye Chen, but her pretty eyebrows frowned slightly. With her holy king level cultivation, she couldn't see through Ye Chen's mystery. He was too mysterious.
"Sha Potian is actually a girl." Ye Chen sighed. This was two extremes from what he imagined. What a stupid name for such a good girl.
After sighing, he coughed dryly and said, "Can you tell me how many people there are in Chi Yan?"
"No comment." Sha Potian said calmly, "You only need to tell me how many people to use, what level they are needed, and the tasks. Next, we will discuss the price."
"Refreshing." Ye Chen smiled, "No nonsense, I need nine great saints and a hundred saint kings."
As soon as these words came out, not only Sha Potian, but also everyone in the manor, whether they were eating meat, drinking wine, or bragging about flirting with girls, all looked towards this side without exception.
Nine great saints and one hundred saint kings, what kind of lineup is this? Are they going to attack the sect
Three to five seconds later, the killing genius whispered, "Chi Yan can barely assemble this kind of lineup for fellow Taoist, but you may not be able to afford this price, fellow daoist. It requires 300 million source stones."
"It's worth asking for 300 million source stones to mobilize this lineup." Ye Chen smiled, "Money is not an issue. I need to see the nine great saints and one hundred saint kings within an hour. Please hurry up."
"You haven't mentioned the mission yet. Although Chi Yan is strong, he can't take on all missions."
"The task is very simple. Tonight, I will carry out the three source stone mines of the Kunpeng tribe." Ye Chen smiled leisurely, "At that time, there will be nine great saints to help you with the Red Flame Army."
"Kunpeng Mine?" Sha Potian frowned, his beautiful eyes flashed with deep meaning, and he scanned Ye Chen again. The task of hiring such a lineup of mercenaries was indeed not as simple as it was said.
"Chiyan can take on this task." Ye Chen asked, then ran to the pot to fish out the meat.
"I'll take it naturally." Sha Potian turned around and walked away, returning to the attic. "Wait here for a moment."
"Damn it." Ye Chen waved his hand casually and moved closer to the big iron pot where the meat was stewed.
The mercenaries all over the manor didn't say anything, and just looked at Ye Chen. The order they took today may be the biggest since Chiyan was established, and its task was also very awesome.
The Kunpeng tribe's source stone mine is stationed by an army of monks, and there are many strong ones among them. If this angers the Kunpeng tribe, the consequences will not be good, and it may be disaster.
Ye Chen ignored the gazes from all directions and just ate meat and drank wine. The mercenary group recommended by the thin old man from the Wang Branch Pavilion that day was indeed very reliable. He also accepted the task of dealing with the Kunpeng clan. They were indeed reliable, bold and unnecessary. life, and what he needs is such a mercenary group.
Although he has many tyrannical Yinming Death Generals, he also thinks that he can control one mine of the Kunpeng clan, but this is far from enough. If he wants to do it, he will be ruthless, and he will have to control three mines.
He is still willing to do whatever it takes. He has plenty of money, but the most important thing is to let the Kunpeng family see blood. Even if he wants to proclaim himself, he will not let them live in peace. The blood debt must be paid with blood.
Moreover, since it is an Origin Stone mine, there are naturally a lot of Origin Stones, and the strong men guarding them can also take away those storage bags and magic weapons. Calculating this way, he does not lose.
Half an hour later, people kept walking into the manor. They were all covered in black robes and masks with ghost heads. They also used secret techniques to cover their bodies, and they were all filled with evil spirits.
Ye Chen glanced at them. There were no more than a hundred of them, all of them were at the Saint King level. He could see through their true faces. He thought he had never seen them before. They were all unfamiliar faces. He only knew that each of them was very powerful.
Next are the nine great saints, who are also covered in black robes and masks like these hundred saint kings. The secret method of their concealment is even more mysterious, but they cannot escape the prying eyes of Ye Chen.
"Chiyan's top management should all have arrived." Ye Chen smiled, "I'm really honored."
"Taoist friends are brave." The leading sage said lightly, "This is the first time such a lineup has been dispatched since the creation of Chi Yan, and the attack is still on the mines of the Kunpeng tribe."
"Fellow Taoist, thank you." Ye Chen smiled and immediately spread out the map, pointing to the three big circles on it, "This is the location of the three mines of the Kunpeng tribe. I checked and found that there are two great saints and nine saints in each of the three mines. There are many other quasi-saint kings and saints under the guardianship of the holy king, but they are all little shrimps. As for the monk army, just treat it as decoration."
"We heard that fellow Taoist monks also have nine great saints to help in the battle." One great saint looked at Ye Chen.
"Of course there is." Ye Chen thought in his mind and sacrificed nine great saint-level Yin Ming Death Generals.
Suddenly, everyone present narrowed their eyes slightly, especially the great saints. It was immediately obvious that these nine great saints were not living people, but dead people. They were similar to puppets, but stronger than puppets.
"Just think of them as puppets." Ye Chen smiled leisurely, his expression unchanged at all.
But the way these powerful saints and saint kings looked at Ye Chen changed. They were even more curious about Ye Chen's identity. Who was he? He actually had nine puppets of the great saint level.
Obviously, Ye Chen's identity is not simple. He dares to fight against the Kunpeng clan. Even if he thinks about it, he is not an ordinary person. They even suspect that the previous troubles of the Golden Crow clan are also related to him.
"Although their combat power is not as good as that of the living Great Sages, their strength is absolutely terrifying." Ye Chen said, "In this way, your nine Red Flame Great Sages, plus my nine, make a total of eighteen Great Sages, divided into three teams. , a team of six great saints, plus thirty-three saint kings, launched an attack together. As for the source stones in the mine, fellow Taoists can take them as they please, but only if the task is completed. In addition, there is this white cloth, for I’m hanging high.”
Ye Chen took out another white cloth, with seven words carved in blood: It's your prince's fault. Tian*tian*xiao* said m.