The Fourth Financial Crisis

Wu Neng followed Rong Sheng's example and casually threw Fu Hao's natal flying sword at the opponent. He didn't even ask Yang Chenglong to get his natal judge pen back, he just stood there without moving.

Seeing the flying sword thrown by Wu Neng, Fu Hao raised his hand to catch it, but he also did not put the flying sword into the scabbard. Instead, he stabbed the sword deeply into the soil under his feet with his backhand.

Yang Lu raised his eyebrows when he saw this and said, "Fu Hao, what do you want to do again?"

Facing the looks from Yang Lu and others, Fu Hao also shouted: "Counsellor Yang, there are no valuable items in my storage bag. Even if they are all added up, they are not worth 10,000 spiritual stone coins. I think you don't. There’s no need to go out of your way to give it back to me, just think of it as my contribution to the collective! Before the extraterritorial battlefield ends, none of you can even think of driving me away!”

Yang Lu shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Fu, you are not from Zhongzhou, so why bother?"

Fu Hao said with glaring eyes: "Counsellor Yang, fellow Taoists, I know that as an inner disciple of the seven major sects, I am a little out of tune with everyone, and everyone also has great prejudices against me, even if I am responsible for leading an operation alone. In the group, many fellow Taoists only obey my orders because of the prestige of Advisor Yang, but I, Fu Hao, have no less affection for the group than everyone else!"

Hearing Fu Hao's declaration, the cultivators present immediately started talking: "Fellow Daoist Fu is fair and capable. I think he is completely different from those arrogant masters of the seven major sects!"

"Fellow Daoist Fu's ability is obvious to all, and we have absolutely no intention of treating him as an outsider!"

“Once a team member, always a team member, you don’t have to underestimate yourself, Daoyou Fu!”

Looking at the people who expressed relief one after another, Fu Hao raised his hand and threw a gorgeous scarlet silk-shaped magic weapon to Liang Yu.

This thing is Liang Yu’s natal magic weapon!

However, Liang Yu did not reach out to pick up her natal Zhu Ling at all, but let it fall into the dirty soil. Then she silently took off a small shield from her waist and threw it to another monk of the Huaishan Sect. ; This Huaishan Sect monk did not receive his natal magic weapon, but threw the natal magic weapon in his hand to a monk from Donghuangzhou; and the monk from Donghuangzhou took the magic weapon he had in his hand. The magic weapon was thrown to another monk from Northern Mozhou...

Just like that, Yang Lu didn't need to speak. Except for Rong Sheng and Xi Zi'ang, who were holding their own magic weapons, everyone else silently returned other people's magic weapons. Since the entire team cooperated very well, there were no mistakes in the whole process. , making it impossible for others to imagine that this place turned out to be an extraterritorial battlefield of intrigues.

When Zhang Zhicheng was the last one to get his own magic weapon, something even more exaggerated happened. This down-and-out weapon refiner from Bei Mo Prefecture actually knelt down in front of Yang Lu with a "plop".

Yang Lu suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhicheng started crying directly: "Counsellor Yang! I'm clumsy, I really don't know what to say. I'm just an ordinary disciple of Qianji Sect's Artifact Refining Hall. I've been working for my fellow disciples all my life, no matter what. I don't get any benefits, and all the dirty work is done on my head. I have been learning to refine weapons for many years, but I have never even refined a real magic weapon. I am only qualified to go to the scrap warehouse of the weapon refinement hall. Recycling garbage, even my beloved senior sister left with the Second Immortal for spirit stone coins. It wasn’t until I met you that I experienced the feeling of being a human for the first time, and I felt that I was truly alive, not a walking corpse. , I realized that I also have value, and there will be people asking me to do things. If my parents gave me life, you gave me a second life! Although compared with big shots like President Li Qingyang, I am just a person. You are absolutely rubbish, but in my heart, you are President Lu Yang in my heart!"

When it came to the emotional part, Zhang Zhicheng burst into tears on the spot.

And when he finished venting his emotions, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Although Zhang Zhicheng looked very embarrassed, no one came out to laugh at him. Although this guy is the worst off among all the members of Yang Lu's team, except for Fu Hao and Wu Neng, the others are not doing well in their respective sects, and they are more or less able to respond to Zhang Zhicheng's speech. Feel the same.

Seeing this tear-jerking farewell scene, Yang Lu almost took out a speaker from his storage bag and played a song for everyone on the spot, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and the sky is green" to heighten the farewell atmosphere of the scene. , even Li Qingning, who was standing next to Yang Lu, quietly wiped away tears while Yang Lu was not paying attention.

Murong was the last person to join the team, and she could barely stay awake in this fanatical atmosphere of the group.

Seeing this touching and terrifying scene, she couldn't help but whisper softly: "Mr. Yang, why are everyone so excited? What kind of spell did you cast on them to make them reach this point?"

Seeing the fanatical atmosphere created by himself, Yang Lu replied with a somewhat complicated expression: "Murong, this is the terrible thing about people's hearts. I actually didn't do anything, I just took away what they already had, and then I return these things to them as prizes and incentives. Just in this way, I can make these people grateful for what I have done, and think that the things they should have as a matter of course are actually gifts given to them by me..."

"But you did lead them to achieve things they never dreamed of!"

Yang Lu nodded and said: "Without my matchmaking, they would indeed be able to work as low-level cows and horses in various sects. This is the value of me as a manager, but in the eyes of a certain ancient monk named Ma, management is worthless. Yes, only labor can create value, do you think he is right?"

Murong shook his head firmly: "I only believe in the theory Mr. Yang taught me!"

Seeing Murong's cute smile, Yang Lu also felt very warm. Although Miss Li was also very kind to him, the way she expressed her affection was a bit rough. It was indeed not as good as Murong, who was born as a newsboy at the bottom of Haiya City, and could always make people feel good. A feeling of spring breeze.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was getting more and more intense, Yang Lu stopped returning the team members' storage bags one by one.

He took out all the contents of everyone's storage bags, and then threw the treasures in these storage bags into the sky. A large number of elixirs, elixirs, talismans, magic weapons, and formation materials of different qualities were as follows: The cultivation materials that fell like rain and scattered on the ground were worth more than 200,000 spirit stone coins in total.

However, everyone seemed not to have seen these precious training materials, and no one even took the initiative to look down at them, as if what Yang Lu threw was not training materials, but a pile of rubbish.

Miss Li originally wanted to pick up these treasures, but seeing how everyone regarded money as dirt, she finally retracted her hand.

Just when the atmosphere at the scene was extremely frenetic, the ground rumbling phenomenon also reached its peak, and the entire foreign battlefield shook violently as if an eight-magnitude earthquake had occurred.

Not long after, the space above the safe zone of the extraterritorial battlefield suddenly shattered without warning, revealing once again the bizarre infinite sea of ​​void, just like the situation when teleporting to the extraterritorial battlefield through the ancient immortal teleportation array, a huge White light burst out from the depths of the Infinite Sea and quickly swept across the entire safe zone.

Wherever the white light touched, all the monks in the safe zone, whether they were hiding, fighting for life or death, or holding a farewell meeting in public like Yang Lu's team, all disappeared.

Along with the roar of the ancient immortal formation, the noisy battlefield outside the territory also returned to silence.

The boundless dark red magic mist once again flooded this dead ancient battlefield, just like what happened in the past thousands of years, repeating the cycle without changing.