"Dear masters, thanks to everyone’s help these few days, I’m not a fan, and I’ve never liked to be wordy. I’m holding a dinner tonight to entertain you all. In addition, you should also count the losses of your sect and report it to Ling Tian. Zhanzong, all the losses, we Lingtian Zhanzong, one package!"
Ling Fei never liked to owe favors to others. These sects came to help him, and many people died. Ling Fei was not so unkind.
Regardless of whether there has been a holiday before, or at least in distress, as a descendant of Yan and Huang, people have stepped forward, and Ling Fei can't lose his conscience!
Those sect leaders are a little shy.
When barbarians come to commit crimes, the Huaxia Cultivation School must unite to resist foreign enemies. This is a rule.
So in a sense, no matter how much you lose, others don’t need to compensate. At most, please eat and drink.
But when he arrived at Ling Fei, he actually wanted to cover the loss!
You know, there are at least dozens of sects here!
The minimum of each sect is based on five hundred heads, that's how many, thousands or even tens of thousands!
What about the loss of Dragon Team?
And there is also a top priority here. These people are not ordinary people. It doesn't matter if one person pays hundreds of thousands. These people are the lowest innate cultivators, and there are even foundation-building cultivators, even if they are pill formation. There may be several!
These people, a life, may be tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions! Ling Tian Zhanzong, can he afford it?
"Sect Master Ling, no, no, no, everyone is descended from Yan and Huang, these are all things that should be done."
Ling Fei shook his head.
"It must be paid. It is not easy for everyone to train disciples. We can't let everyone suffer along because of my Lingtian Zhanzong. We don't have much money in Lingtian Zhanzong. Innate monks pay 10 million yuan and build a foundation for five. Ten million, one hundred million cultivators of pill formation, how about? If it is not enough, you can add more."
A large group of sacred teachers immediately flushed, their eyes widened and they waved their hands.
"Enough is enough! Sect Master Ling is really rich!"
At this time, almost everyone, even if they were beaten by Ling Fei before, was in a happy mood!
Who is unhappy with such a large sum of money?
Ling Fei nodded, and immediately said to the sect disciple behind him:
"Those people have all been sealed by me. You can tap the number of people, and then report to various countries and let them use money to redeem people. Regardless of the profound cultivation level, all of them will be 100 million yuan. Ji, the last is the pill formation."
Those head teachers who were still stunned because Ling Fei lost money, the expressions on their faces suddenly became petrified.
I went, so you are planning to pay compensation from other countries?
Moreover, a person of 100 million must be redeemed from the lowest level. In that country, for its own alchemy monks, foundation-building monks, can they not all go crazy?
There are two hundred thousand in this event, that is twenty trillion! Compared to the small amount of compensation that China’s major sects lost, it’s really insignificant.
At this time, everyone really wanted to make a few big mouths. Damn, what more? If I knew it, I needed a little more. Now it's okay. Be reserved, right? Are you dumbfounded?
But I can't ask Ling Fei anymore, right? Isn't that Chi Guoguo's own slap in the face? Where do you put this old face?
For a while, everyone felt like crying without tears.
Ling Fei couldn't help frowning.
"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
"No, no no, Sect Master Ling is supernatural and wise, how can we dare to be uncomfortable?"
After speaking, everyone shook their heads again and again.
After that, Ling Fei ordered the disciples of Ling Tian Zhanzong to clean the battlefield first and burn all these corpses to avoid any plague.
The disciples of other sects also came forward to help.
The compensation provided by Ling Fei must be at least tens of billions. Money can make the ghost grind, and who can't do their best?
As for Ling Fei, he went to the discussion hall of Ling Tian Zhanzong, in which, the Supreme Elder Ling Yun, was healing by luck.
Feeling someone coming, he suddenly opened his eyes and was slightly surprised when he saw Ling Fei. Then, he immediately wanted to stop his movement and prepared to go forward and bow to Ling Fei.
Ling Fei came to him in a flash and pressed his shoulder.
"Don't get up, continue to use exercises to heal your injuries."
As he said, he poured a powerful and pure true essence into Ling Yun from the palm of his hand. Ling Yun was shocked and immediately began to heal his injuries. The injuries in his body healed quickly. Without ten breaths, he was safe and sound.
"Huh~!"
After finishing his work, he immediately got up and knelt down to Ling Fei.
"Sect Master, old and incompetent, injured by the traitor Ling Feng, ashamed to teach the Sect Master, please punish the Sect Master."
Ling Fei gave him a help, and Zhen Qi helped him up in the air.
"Elder Ling don't need to blame yourself, you have done a good job. The coalition forces outside have been defeated by me, and I have something to do. I want to go back to Jiangbei city. You go out and help me arrange the work of the disciples. , Please count our losses, and then help arrange the food and accommodation of other sect friends. I’m sorry for you."
"Hey. Sect Master, don't worry, the old man must do these things well."
"Ok."
Ling Fei nodded, a little under his feet, and his body instantly disappeared in place.
When he returned again, he had already arrived in the downtown area of Jiangbei City.
The city is still the same. After all, among the mountains, it is too far away. In addition, the magnetic field of the cultivators is too strong, and these people can't get close, otherwise they will be extremely painful. So, it is not. Affect the life here.
The reason why Ling Fei came back was that he was too worried about his family.
Those barbarians, since they know Lingtian Zhanzong, they will definitely know the information of his family, and they don't know what should happen to them.
However, when Ling Fei was anxious and returned home, he saw Ling Xiaoqing on the swing outside, leisurely clinging to the swing.
This made Ling Fei a little dumbfounded.
"Brother Ling Fei, are you finally back?"
Ling Xiaoqing ran over with excitement and threw herself into Ling Fei's arms.
Ling Fei was a little surprised.
"Xiaoqing, isn't anyone here these days?"
"Yes!"
Ling Xiaoqing raised his innocent face and said with his big eyes open:
"There are many foreigners and ninjas. They want to kill people."
Ling Fei's heart tightened.
"Then did they hurt you? How about them?"
"I was beaten away by my uncle."
"what--?"
Ling Fei couldn't help being a little dumbfounded again, and then he saw his gentleman father, carrying the trash can, coming out to take out the trash.
His pupils shrank instantly.
"Yuan... Mid-Yuan Ying?"
This...Is this still my father?