While Concubine Zhao Jian was speaking, the old Holy Master walked in. The subordinate immediately bowed and bowed and left. Concubine Zhao Jian was a Martial Saint. When she saw the Holy Lord, she hurriedly paid her respects and said, "Holy Lord, do you have anything to do with me?"
The Holy Lord of Xuantian Holy Land looked a little old, and there was a trace of fatigue on his face. He said: "Sword Concubine, Ye Ming has nothing to do with my Xuantian Holy Land, why are you still chasing after me? As a martial artist A saint should have the capacity of a martial saint."
How dare Concubine Zhao Jian refute, she quickly said: "Yes, Concubine Jian has written it down."
The old Holy Lord said: "This trip is related to the survival of our Xuantian Holy Land. If it succeeds, Xuantian Holy Land will return to the top of the nine holy lands. If it does not succeed, we will continue to decline, and in the end we will not even be able to build a holy land."
Concubine Zhao Jian gritted her teeth and said: "Holy Lord, we will definitely seize God's will!"
"It's difficult!" The fatigue on the old Holy Master's face became even stronger, "I just spent my life to calculate the secrets, but I only saw chaos."
Concubine Zhao Jianfei was shocked and said: "Holy Lord, only we know the location where the seeds of God's will are born."
Old Holy Lord: "Things in the world are ever-changing, so we must be careful and make sure nothing goes wrong this time. I have invited two friends, plus the seven Martial Gods from our Xuantian Holy Land, to make up exactly nine. There are nine of us. We will take action tonight. During this period, you take the four Martial God puppets and go to other places to create some noise and attract the attention of interested people. "
Zhao Jianfei was determined to participate in the operation to seize God's will, but she also knew that this level of fighting was beyond his capabilities, so she gave up in the end.
On the other side, after Ye Ming entered Xuantian Holy Land, he changed into another appearance. He stayed in an inn not far from the palace and inquired about news about Xuantian Holy Land. Opposite the inn where he stayed was the newly opened Shenwu Hall. The situation in the Xuantian world is still relatively chaotic. Many adventurers from Tianyuan came here, most of them traveling in groups, so the Shenwu Hall was opened here.
The streets near the palace are very lively. After all, they are two different worlds with very different customs and customs, which makes them not boring. There is a restaurant below the inn, and the food is excellent. Ye Ming even thinks it is no worse than the top restaurants in Qinglong Dynasty. And he also found that the restaurants in Xuantian World were very delicious.
This discovery actually gave him an idea. It would be more profitable to hire a group of chefs from Xuantian World and then return to Tianyuan Continent to open a restaurant. The five dynasties have a vast area, and it is completely possible to open tens of thousands of high-end restaurants. As far as he knew, the annual revenue of a high-end restaurant was often as high as several million Wushen coins, and the profit was at least over one million. In this case, the profit for one year would be three to four billion Wushen coins.
Of course, this was just an idea that popped up in his mind. The causal loop and the seven-element arithmetic array made him think about things from a different perspective than ordinary people, and he could see things that others couldn't. In fact, opening so many restaurants requires a huge amount of investment and a large number of management talents, which cannot be completed in a short time.
He was dining in the restaurant when he suddenly heard the Shenwu Hall opposite was bustling with people, and it suddenly became lively. The diners around him got up one after another and went outside to watch the excitement. He didn't move, but quickly finished the food, and then slowly stood up to see what was going on.
The gate of Shenwu Hall is a square, and a big notice is posted on the mission wall. Xuantian Holy Land is preparing to hire 10,000 great martial artists and 1,000 martial arts masters to go to a certain place to participate in adventure activities. After the event is completed, each great martial artist can receive a commission of 300,000 Martial God Coins, and the Wu Zong's commission is as high as 2 million.
With such a high income, everyone who saw the notice was eager to get started, and some people who met the conditions wanted to sign up immediately.
Ye Ming frowned slightly, ten thousand great martial arts masters? What does Xuantian Holy Land want to do? He thought for a moment and joined the crowd of people signing up, because if he hesitated again, all the places would be taken up.
The person in charge of recruitment is a martial lord. The review process is very simple. As long as you have sufficient cultivation, you can join. This approach makes people feel very careless. Xuantian Holy Land does not seem to care about the strength of the great martial artist at all. After Ye Ming passed the inspection, he and others sat in several inns chartered by Xuantian Holy Land, waiting for further orders.
A group of people, sitting or standing, filled the big inn. Some people who like to chat greeted each other and talked about this mission.
"I think Xuantian Holy Land's approach is very strange. Normally, he seeks out great martial arts masters like us to explore, and he should hope that our strength will be as strong as possible. But in fact, Xuantian Holy Land obviously doesn't care much about strength. As long as we reach the realm, we can join ." One of them analyzed.
"Will we be used as cannon fodder?" Another great martial artist turned pale and looked like a timid person.
Someone sneered: "Since it is an adventure, it is natural for someone to be cannon fodder. If you can get such a high commission, you must be mentally prepared to die at any time."
The man's face turned even paler and he murmured: "I wouldn't have participated if I had known earlier. I wonder if I can withdraw now?"
Everyone was talking, but Ye Ming did not participate. Even if he is really cannon fodder, he still has enough means to protect himself. Furthermore, his own strength is also very tyrannical, and no other Martial Lord can be his opponent.
Everyone didn't wait long before they were taken to a large courtyard by a person from Xuantian Holy Land. After a while, a Martial Lord walked in from outside the courtyard. He said loudly: "What we are going to carry out is a secret expedition, and the harvest may be great. Before setting off, I want to make two requests to you. "
There was silence below, no one spoke, and Lord Wu continued: "First, everyone must obey orders and prohibitions. If anyone disobeys, they will be killed directly! Second, once you set out, you are not allowed to retreat, otherwise you will be killed as well! "
A voice asked: "Can I quit now?" It was the timid person before.
That Lord Wu said nothing, only a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Crack!"
A tyrannical force acted on the other party, and the man's head exploded, and red and white splattered all over the floor. It was obviously that Lord Wu who was taking action. Lord Wu possesses a martial soul, and the martial soul can release soul power. It is an invisible, intangible, and formless power that far exceeds the level of Gang Jin. It is simply not something that ordinary great martial artists can withstand.
The people around him ducked and avoided the corpse, all of them looking shocked.
But the Martial Lord acted like a normal person, and then said coldly: "Of course, but only dead people can withdraw!"
Everyone was silent. Since they dared to join in, most people were aware of death, but the other party's actions made them feel very unhappy. But no matter how unhappy he was, he didn't dare to show it, so he could only curse a few words secretly.
"Get ready, we'll set off in half an hour." A woman appeared behind Lord Wu with a mean and cold expression.
As soon as he saw this person, Ye Ming recognized her as Concubine Zhao Jian, Su Lan's master at Xuantian Holy Land.