Looking at Qianzhuang, Hongling and others, Zhao Yufan said: "You go."
The people in the bank were speechless.
Hongling shook his head and said firmly, "I won't leave."
Although the others did not speak, they were also determined and would never leave here.
In fact, the people in the bank are very smart.
If they leave, more than 100,000 people will definitely be dissatisfied.
Although there is definitely nothing wrong with what Zhao Yufan did, in the face of life and death, people will eventually have a vicious side.
If under the instigation of some people, everyone becomes dissatisfied, it will affect Zhao Yufan's mood, and the consequences will be difficult to predict.
Maybe the Sword God will directly turn against him to help Feng Changle and others, or he may not leave directly. .
Zhao Yufan will naturally not help Feng Changle and others, but he may leave directly.
What he hates most is repaying kindness with hatred.
Nodding to the people at the bank, Zhao Yufan looked at the crowd: "The old man will go first."
When everyone heard this, their expressions were startled, and then there was a deathly silence.
The old people walked up to Zhao Yufan excitedly and were very moved.
They all praised Zhao Yufan as a good boy and a young man who respects the elderly and loves the young.
However, Zhao Yufan looked at the thousands of old men in front of him and smiled bitterly.
With so many people, he could only choose a hundred people, which made him very embarrassed.
Hey, at such an old age, if you don't stay at home, what's the point of running out to watch the excitement.
He complained in his heart for a while, then swept through the crowd and said in a cold voice: "The warrior leaves."
Among this group of old people, many are warriors.
Although they look very old, they are still somewhat different from ordinary old people.
Zhao Yufan's idea is very simple, that is, let the weak leave first.
Many old and strong warriors left one after another.
Some were extremely ashamed, some were indignant, some were cursing, and some were sighing.
The warriors left, but there were still more than a thousand ordinary old people.
Zhao Yufan also excluded some elderly people who seemed to be in good health, and finally selected a hundred elderly people over one hundred years old.
People's hearts are not ancient, and after all, some people are dissatisfied with Zhao Yufan's choice.
One of the richly dressed old men pointed at Zhao Yufan and asked, "Why don't you let me go?
Look at all the people you picked.
They are all going to leave.
Why don't you stay here and die?
They are all going to die anyway." , What’s the use of living a few more days, why not give us this opportunity, and we can live a few more years for you.”
A sloppy old beggar also cursed angrily: "Young man, are you stupid?
What's the use of them?
If you save them, they won't survive for a few days.
Why don't you save me?
Save me.
From now on."
My life is yours."
Hearing this, other people also shouted.
"Save me, I'll give you a martial arts book and a million spiritual stones."
"Go away, Brother Sword God, save me, save me, and I will let you enjoy glory and wealth for the rest of your life."
"Brother Sword God, as long as you save me, I can marry you or become a concubine."
The scene was in chaos.
Luo Xiang smiled faintly.
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He was very satisfied with the result.
He gently raised his hand and suddenly said: "Fire the arrow."
As he spoke, his raised arm suddenly fell down.
A hail of arrows struck, making the scene even more chaotic.
Under a rain of arrows, thousands more corpses appeared on the ground.
Luo Xiang chuckled, looked around everyone with a sinister look, and warned: "Hey, I'm very annoyed now, so you'd better not talk."
Suddenly, he felt Zhao Yufan's murderous gaze, and couldn't help but said coldly: "You I wanted to kill me, but I just did it for you.
Look at the group of people in front of you, are they worthy of your rescue?"
Zhao Yufan stared at Luo Xiang indifferently and said indifferently: "Let them go."
Luo Xiang frowned, waved his hand and shouted, "Let them go."
One hundred old people left, but for these one hundred old people, thousands of people were killed or injured.
Looking at the corpses and injured on the ground, Zhao Yufan was helpless and helpless.
Even if he was Emperor Wu now, he couldn't save everyone.
If everyone didn't unite at this time, it would really be over.
Feng Changle stared at the Sword God and said slowly: "You win, you can leave, or choose to stay."
When Luo Xiang heard this, his eyes widened and he immediately said: "Wait a minute, let's have a fight.
It's still the same rules as before."
When everyone heard this, they shouted without thinking.
"Promise him" "Yes, promise him" "Hurry up, promise him quickly, if you win, we can leave another hundred people."
Hearing the shouts of everyone, Qian Zhuang and others frowned slightly.
The faces of these people made them very disgusted.
It was a life and death competition.
If you were not careful, you would die on the spot.
How could you agree so easily.
Luo Xiang, Luo Song, and Feng Changle all had playful expressions on their faces, and they seemed to have known this outcome for a long time.
Feng Changle touched his cheek and said calmly and sarcastically: "Is it worth saving these people?
Why not join us?"
Hearing what he said, the scene fell silent.
Finally, someone who could deal with them appeared.
Everyone was really afraid that the Sword God would take refuge in anger.
Naturally, Zhao Yufan would not throw himself into Jade Rakshasa.
He stared at Feng Changle and said seriously: "I heard from Zhao Yufan that you are a good person, but it seems that is not necessarily the case."
Feng Changle pursed his lips and chuckled, but did not respond.
Luo Xiang took a few steps forward and asked coldly: "Do you agree?"
"Promise" Zhao Yufan said cheerfully.
"Okay" Luo Xiang was overjoyed and said solemnly: "You made the rules just now.
Now I will make the rules.
Do you have any objections?"
"No" Looking at the calm Zhao Yufan, Luo Xiang felt panicked in his heart.
Is this person's weapon refining skills really better than his?
Not impossible Luo Xiang rejected his inner thoughts as expected.
He had lived for hundreds of years, how could he be defeated by a young man, "My rules are very simple.
What I just refined was a fifth-grade weapon.
So how about we refine a sixth-grade weapon now?"
" After a moment of silence, Zhao Yufan nodded in agreement.
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Seeing Zhao Yufan agree, the onlookers couldn't help but get excited, but with what they had just learned, even if they wanted to talk now, they could only talk in low voices, and they didn't dare to make any noise.
Who knew whether the devil Luo Xiang would be ordering people to shoot arrows.
Among the more than 100,000 people, most people do not know much about weapon refining, and even some low-level weapon refiners do not understand what real weapon refining is.
This leads everyone to mistakenly believe that Zhao Yufan will win because of the fifth-level weapon refining.
There is only one level difference between the weapon and the sixth-grade weapon.
As long as he can refine the sixth-grade weapon, he will definitely win.
This is a seemingly natural idea for everyone, but it is not the case.
There is an essential difference between the owners of sixth-grade weapons and fifth-grade weapons.
Zhao Yufan and Luo Xiang will definitely not be as simple as before when they compete with sixth-grade weapons, but from refining weapons In terms of the techniques and the structure of the refining items, it is very troublesome
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