"That's right! If we seek revenge on our own, we may not be able to achieve it until we are old. We need your help!"
Zhang Kui's eyes flashed, releasing a gleam of brilliance. It was obvious that what he had said before was all true.
Feng Qingyang smiled. If Zhang Kui's answer was that he simply wanted to surrender, he would probably still have doubts in his heart. However, he directly expressed his thoughts openly, which actually dispelled his doubts.
So he said: "Take back your soul fire. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend! We are just partners."
"Partner?" Zhang Kui murmured to himself, a light flashing in his eyes. Looking at Feng Qingyang's calm eyes, he suddenly withdrew the soul fire in his palm.
"No matter what, I will never change my promise to follow the Red Devil until death!"
"Never change!" The twenty people behind him also echoed.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang smiled, and as his mind turned, he had already come up with a series of plans.
Although his personal strength is strong, he is not invincible. If he encounters a few stronger cultivators in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, he will have to run away. Now he not only has one more cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, but also twenty more people in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
If he can use this power well, he will be able to let go and fight to his heart's content in the audition battlefield.
"Then..." Feng Qingyang looked at everyone with an evil smile.
"Then I will get rich together with you!"
After saying this, he burst into laughter, and Zhang Kui also laughed after a moment of silence.
At this point, Feng Qingyang had the capital to dominate the world. Although there were not many people, they were all desperate criminals.
It is also because of this group of people that he was able to gain the title of the money-loving Red Devil in the audition battlefield.
…
The day passed quickly and night came.
Feng Qingyang sat upright on a mountainside, staring at the setting sun in the sky in a daze.
The red setting sun in the sky became even redder, almost dripping blood, and it looked like a blood moon.
A cold wind suddenly rose from the mountainside. Feng Qingyang didn't feel anything, but the twenty or so people behind him shivered and looked at the blood moon in the sky in disbelief.
There is a basin below the mountainside. The basin is not big, but it is full of murderous intent. There is a group of hundreds of cultivators in the early stage of foundation building stationed in it.
At least twenty of them are from Taixuan Sect.
"Red Devil!" Zhang Kui suddenly shouted in a deep voice.
Feng Qingyang turned around and hummed in confusion.
"Thank you for the medicine, and thank you for saving my life!"
"Why do you say that?"
Zhang Kui's expression was solemn, with less cunning and more sincerity. When Feng Qingyang agreed to go with them, he distributed all the spirit stones and elixirs he had collected to the twenty seriously injured cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.
It’s not that he is generous, but Feng Qingyang deeply understands a truth.
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. If you want a group of people to follow you wholeheartedly, it requires not only extraordinary strength, but more importantly, charm.
But the charm lies in the stick and the candy, neither of which can be missing!
“If it weren’t for your elixir, we would have died in this audition battlefield long ago!” Zhang Kui’s eyes showed a touch of emotion. No one knew what he was thinking in his heart, but at this moment he looked very sincere.
There is no replenishment of spiritual energy in the audition battlefield. Every time a layer of spiritual energy is consumed, it disappears permanently. Unless you have spiritual stones, you will be exhausted and killed by others before the three-day deadline.
Feng Qingyang shook his head and said, "Since we are on the same boat, we must work together, otherwise we will not be able to move forward in this dangerous audition battlefield!"
At this moment, the night fell and the blood moon hung high in the sky. The strange thing was that it did not release any light at all. If you deliberately looked up at the sky, you would never find it.
Zhang Kui also looked up at the mysterious blood moon in the sky. Apparently, he had discovered something fishy. To be able to cultivate to the middle stage of foundation building as a casual cultivator, his aptitude and intelligence must be extraordinary.
At this time, Feng Qingyang suddenly stood up, stretched out his arms and swung them around. There was a crackling sound, and an extremely huge physical force burst out.
"It's a dark and windy night, it's a perfect time to kill people and steal treasures!"
Feng Qingyang laughed softly, turned around and looked at Zhang Kui and the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and said: "If you want to survive here, you have to keep hunting the enemies, and there will always be sacrifices in the hunting, but..."
When he said this, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and two sharp fangs suddenly extended.
"But if we succeed in hunting it, then we will not only be able to survive, but also make a fortune!"
As soon as the word "windfall" came out, the solemn and murderous aura he had created before disappeared in an instant.
Zhang Kui stared at Feng Qingyang blankly. His blood boiled after hearing his first sentence, and he was ready to go down and kill them all. But he added the words "make a fortune" afterwards, which instantly cooled his boiling heart.
“Hahaha…” Feng Qingyang laughed softly. Just by looking at the faces of the people, he could guess what they were thinking.
So he said, "What is the purpose of cultivation? It is for resources. Only with resources can one's cultivation reach a higher level."
At this point, he looked around at everyone again. Seeing that their depressed expressions had changed, he continued, "Self-cultivators are already surviving in the cracks. If there are no resources, no spirit stones, and no elixirs, how can they still grow?"
"No!" the crowd echoed.
"That's right! Tonight is a good time to make a fortune. Let me make it clear that you must obey my orders. If you dare not obey me halfway..."
As he spoke, a cold gleam flashed from his fangs, and he said in a cold voice from hell: "I, the Red Devil, will tear his flesh and blood alive!"
Then he turned around and looked at the more than one hundred early foundation-building cultivators on the other side and said, "Let's go make a fortune!"
Everyone roared with their eyes gleaming, and their voices shook the sky.
"People of Taixuan Sect, come out and die!"
Feng Qingyang took the lead and started roaring wildly when he was still halfway up the mountain. He exerted his strength and quietly used the "Copper Skin and Iron Bones".
Originally, he wanted to use the Yueshang bow to shoot the crowd below with one arrow, but after careful consideration, he decided not to do so, because there would be three elimination rounds after the auditions, and there would definitely be many powerful and strong people among them.
The Yueshang Bow can be used as his trump card to shoot and kill Lu Xun, the number one person in Taixuan!
He was seen in mid-air, grabbing a handful of glittering magic-level talismans in his hands, and throwing them with both hands in front of a group of stunned people behind him.
"Hurry up and get what you want!"
Rumble~!
The talisman paper floated down and exploded with a sound. Smoke rose up from below and the sound of explosions was endless.
"Spells... spells... zombies can cast spells!"