Not only Zhang Yang was a little unhappy, but even the two big inner warriors were a little unhappy. If the top strong men could be measured by money, what would they still pursue in their lives? Not to mention the number mentioned by the old man, which is transformed into 100 million. If this is spread, they may not be able to protect this person.

The two big inner warriors glanced at the old man with resentment. It turned out that in this person's heart, we were only worth 100 million.

When the old man saw Zhang Yang turning around and leaving, he naturally knew that what he said made him dissatisfied, but he was not surprised.

He just sighed and said with a little bitterness: "Zhang Yang, I know that this money is not enough and it is far from comparable to you top warriors. I heard that a Mingjin warrior in your Nanwu Society pays tens of millions of dividends every year, and Huajin's wealth is even worth tens of billions of dollars..."

Zhang Yang stopped when he heard the old man's words, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Since the old man knows these things, is it a humiliation for us to say such words?"

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head with a bleak smile and said, "Why do you have to say humiliation? Tell you honestly, this is all my own idea. Don't look at such a big country, the numbers reported are tens of billions, hundreds of billions or trillions, but in fact, the existence of warriors cannot be mentioned openly. After discussing it, we can allocate up to 80 billions.

But you also know what 80 billion can do. For you, 80 billion is probably not as important as 80 billion. You said that if we only get one 80 billion, we may not stop us by using the hard-earned money from the people, but that is a drop in the bucket and we can’t suppress those people at all.”

Zhang Yang was slightly moved and almost wanted to say that I agreed. However, Zhang Yang had already passed the age of impulsiveness. He secretly glanced at the old man and saw that his eyes were slightly red. Most of the words he wanted to say were out of public opinion. However, there must be private goods in the middle.

Zhang Yang doesn’t believe that such a big country has a GDP of more than tens of trillions of dollars per year, and he can only spend tens of billions of dollars to train warriors.

Not to mention anything else, even the Nanwu Association has to spend at least a few billion to support those warriors every year. That is the same as before, now at least a hundred billion a year.

You should know that a powerful man who enters the saint is better than a thousand troops. If he uses it well, a powerful man who enters the saint may even destroy an aircraft carrier. Such a powerful man is definitely better than those technological weapons. The old man actually spoke for one billion, but he was thanks to what he said.

Zhang Yang didn't want to bother with the old man. Don't make him feel soft-hearted until the end. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "Old man, it's not that I won't help you. To be honest, I have some pills, but I haven't reached the point where I can train a large number of warriors. Otherwise, I wouldn't be the only one in my Nanwu Society to become a saint."

To be honest, even the old man himself did not think that Zhang Yang could train the saints and strong men in the world. He just said it just now. In fact, Zhang Yang was satisfied that he could cultivate a group of strong men with Mingjin or above for the country. However, bargaining is a natural habit. Even if the old man knew it was impossible, he wanted to give it a try.

Now that he heard Zhang Yang say this, he didn't bother him and said directly: "Eight hundred billion, ten Huajin, and hundreds of Mingjin, what do you think?"

If ordinary people heard the old man's words, they would turn around and leave. But after a moment of thinking about what Zhang Yang is, it would be 80 billion, or 800 million energy, and ten transformed spirits. As for Ming Jin, even if all of them were cultivated into perfect warriors, each person had only about five million energy.

If it goes well, you can get about 500 million or 600 million energy points, and you can still earn 100 million or 200 million energy by counting this way.

But this kind of thing is too difficult. You should know that in the past, he could earn millions of energy by throwing out a few pills, but now he is under great pressure to cultivate so many warriors at once.

Seeing Zhang Yang stopping, a hint of joy flashed in the old man's eyes. You should know that what he originally thought was that 80 billion could allow Zhang Yang to cultivate three or four spiritual powers at most, and ten Ming powers would be amazing. But now that Zhang Yang has stopped, there is still hope.

When the old man thought of this, he was very happy and continued to motivate: "Zhang Yang, we don't have to hurry this time, it can be done within five to ten years. In the later stage, we may provide more materials, which can be handed over to you to train warriors."

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes. This old man really knows how to hit snakes and sticks. In addition to himself, can anyone in this world train so many warriors for him in a short time?

If ordinary people offer this condition, Zhang Yang will turn around without saying a word, and even if he adds twice as much supplies, he will have to consider it. After all, he is a capital enemy and he will not do such a stupid thing.

But the old man has a different identity. It is not that Zhang Yang wants to please him, but that the old man is not for the individual, but for the Chinese nation. Zhang Yang is a bit unspeakable if he wants to refuse. In theory, even if he doesn't make money, he should agree to such things.

But things are not just that simple. This is not just a matter of cultivating warriors. It is also related to the direction of the martial arts world, and it is more likely to offend the vested interest level of the entire martial arts world. If it is handled improperly, Zhang Yang may have to stand against the opposition of the major powerful people.

Thinking of Zhang Yang hesitating, although he was bold, he was not happy to do such things as erecting himself in the opposite direction of the martial arts world for no reason.

The old man beside him became firm when he was hesitating, and immediately realized that Zhang Yang must have considered what he wanted to refuse. However, he could not give Zhang Yang the opportunity to refuse. He missed Zhang Yang. If the country wanted to cultivate his own warrior, he would definitely not be able to see it in his lifetime.

When he thought of this, the old man's face became firmer and he spoke up to block Zhang Yang's words of refusal.

"Zhang Yang, the old man knows to make things difficult for you. But among so many saints, there are still some national righteous people in your heart, except you. This time, the old man relies on his seniority to ask for personal favors from you, so you should be the old man who helps you. If you don't have enough money, as long as you speak, I can draw a part of it even if you are from the military expenses."

Zhang Yang's face looked a little embarrassed. Seeing that the old man stared at him intently, he couldn't say anything he wanted to refuse.

It’s not that he dared not refuse, but that he couldn’t bear to refuse. Although he had no intention of sacrifice for the country, he still maintained a little respect for those loyal and righteous people who contributed to the people.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Yang thought for a long time before slowly saying: "I'll take it."

Hearing Zhang Yang's promise, the old man didn't react for a moment and stood there in a daze. He knew that his request would definitely make Zhang Yang embarrassed, and he was ready to open his mouth. He even thought that as long as he did not shake the foundation of the country, he could agree. But unexpectedly, Zhang Yang just hesitated for a moment and then responded directly.

Zhang Yang, who was already a little tired of feeling, couldn't help but smile when he saw the old man in a daze. His thoughts that had just been plotted off suddenly. Even if he was plotted against by this respectable old man, what if he was plotted against.

To be honest, Zhang Yang has no difficulty in cultivating warriors for the country. What if he offended those strong men with bad intentions? Zhang Yang could not pee in the same pot with those people, and after thinking about this, Zhang Yang suddenly felt happy.

The old man also woke up at this moment. His heart, which had not been fluctuating for many years, could not suppress it at this moment. He looked at Zhang Yang with gratitude, his eyes slightly red.

Without saying anything grateful, the old man just kept nodding and smiled: "Okay. Just agree, all the righteous ones are like this."

Zhang Yang coughed dryly and said with a wry smile: "You should be more at ease, don't be too excited. To be honest, the turmoil in the martial arts world now has a lot to do with me. Besides, I'm not helping for free."

The old man didn't say much. He just didn't understand the martial arts world and knew that 80 billion was nothing in the eyes of those top strong men. He had subconsciously thought that Zhang Yang would definitely lose a lot of money. Ten magic powers could not be exchanged for 80 billion. Zhang Yang is worthy of being the number one hero in the martial arts world.

If Zhang Yang knew the old man’s thoughts, he would not know whether he would be ashamed to death. Although he felt that he had made less money this time, it was not a small amount. He was still thinking about whether to cultivate one or two more people to cultivate the spirit.

Since we had decided to make up, the atmosphere of the conversation was much more lively. Not only the old man, but also several other members of the Standing Committee rushed over. With the two internal forces, everyone began to discuss the candidates and training venues.

"Zhang Yang, I heard that warriors have high requirements for bone age and talent. Do you think Lao Wang should accompany you to the major military regions to check out. You can choose people yourself."

The old man didn't think Zhang Yang could respond so readily, nor did he expect that the hundred Mingjin Zhang Yang he offered also agreed, and there were not enough people selected for a while.

However, he was not very worried. The probability of selecting good seedlings from the army is very high. If millions of soldiers, even if the warrior’s requirements are harsh, they can still get enough for these 100 people.

Zhang Yang smiled. If others choose successors, they will naturally have high requirements, but it is better for him to have talent. Even if he doesn't have talent, it's not a big deal. He is not prepared to allow those people to reach the realm of entering the saint and breaking the virtual world. These warriors who have taken pills from scratch can probably reach the peak of the mortal world.

"No need to be so troublesome. This is a loyal warrior trained for the country. I think these guards in the inner world are very good. If the old men have any family members who can endure hardships, they can come here. Those Mingjin within a year should be able to contribute to you."

Zhang Yang said it simply, but in the ears of the two big martial artists, it was a storm.

When the silver-haired old man saw Zhang Yang, he hurriedly interrupted and said, "Zhang Yang, you can't joke. Although many guards here have some basic skills, some of them have ordinary qualifications, and some even have blocked meridians, which are not suitable for martial arts at all."

Mr. Fang nodded in agreement and looked at Zhang Yang with a more confusing look.

Why are warriors called warriors? There are more than one billion people in China, and the warriors have been passed down for many years. That is because most ordinary people have never been established in foundations since childhood and are assimilated by acquired energy, so they are not suitable for practicing martial arts at all.

Zhang Yang looked at everyone looking at him in unison, and smiled and said, "No, don't worry, since I promised, I will definitely do my best. This matter is decided, and the time is set in a month. You have prepared the venue and personnel. I will come to you directly when the time comes."

After saying that, Zhang Yang greeted the old men and was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he turned around and smiled, "But you have to give this thing first, I will come and get it then."

After saying this, Zhang Yang's face turned a little red, and he flew away without caring about everyone's contemptuous eyes.

There is no way, a penny stumped the hero. He now has only tens of thousands of energy on hand. No matter how powerful he is, he will be unable to cook without rice. As for the contemptuous eyes of everyone, he doesn't care. Anyway, he can't do anything he can't get.

After Zhang Yang left, the old man looked at the others and smiled: "This kid is pretty good. Let's not make things difficult for him. I'll send it to him another day."

The others naturally nodded and responded. The national finances have not been tense these years. Although 80 billion is not a small amount, it is not a lot. Moreover, they have also seen the power of this warrior. Eighty billion can bring so many warriors, which is probably much more cost-effective than 80 billion military spending.

...

In the quiet clouds, several figures suddenly appeared on the deserted beach.

The old woman in front of her head looked withered, her eyes sinking deep into it, her head of white hair fluttering in the wind, and a long scar on her face penetrated her entire face, looking like a ghost.

Behind the old woman were four men and four women, and several women were all beautiful and charming, which further highlighted the old woman's ugliness. The men had serious faces. Whenever they looked at the old woman in front, they had unconcealed resentment and fear in their eyes.

The old woman seemed to be unaware of it, and her brisk steps stopped and stopped by the endless sea. She looked at the magnificent sea and laughed hoarsely and coldly, "It's been fifty years, and I, Long Jianyun, are still alive. I have to pay back those who owe me! Hahaha..."

The creepy laughter seemed to spread throughout the land of China. The sea in front of the old woman seemed to be unable to bear it, causing stormy waves dozens of feet high.

Before the waves reached the old woman, the guqin in one of the four women behind the old woman waved gently, and a clanging sound of the piano came out. The surging sea seemed to be shocked, and calm returned to a moment.

The old woman didn't care. She slowly turned her head and looked at the men and sneered: "Your master is dead. From today on, you will be free."

When the old woman heard the words, the few people not only did not feel relaxed, but their faces turned pale and terrible.

Even if the old woman mentioned the master, they did not change their expressions, but the resentment in their eyes became even more powerful. The leading man sneered even more in his heart, Master, if it weren't for that bastard, why would they have ruined the crime for so many years?

After hearing the old woman's words, although the middle-aged man in the lead was not as pale as the others, he was also very ugly.

"Long Jianyun, kill him if you want to kill him. Qi Lin is so alive! Haven't you hated him to the bone for so many years? Now that beast has even turned into ashes, you, a poisonous woman, don't say anything to accompany him!" The man laughed and shouted loudly. How could he not know her character after being behind Long Jianyun for so many years?

It sounds good to give them freedom, and I'm afraid they will die before they turn around and will not be buried.

Long Jianyun was not angry when he heard the man's words, but his pupils suddenly shrank. As the man finished yelling and scolding, the four women behind the old woman suddenly took action, and in a way that was beyond the reach of defense, the four men were killed in a moment.

The man who had scolded before almost avoided the attack of the woman holding the piano just now. Even so, blood was oozing out of his orifices, but his face showed a refreshing smile and shouted: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, you four sluts, you think this bitch, Long Jianyun, will let you go! You are just..."

Before he finished speaking, a blood fountain suddenly ejaculated from the man's neck, and the grim smile on his face was still there, but his body had lost its breath of life.

Long Jianyun gently stroked his fingers, glanced at the fearful women, and smiled faintly, "Why, do you believe what he said?"

"I dare not, the princess will atone for his sins." The four of them looked exactly the same as the owner of the corpses on the ground before. They had long lost their blood and were so pale that they were scary. If ordinary men saw it, they would definitely feel pity.

The plain smile on Long Jianyun's face just now dissipated in a moment, and his ugly face changed to a crazy grin, and he smiled strangely: "Since that's the case, why didn't you take action just now?"

The four people who fell to the ground looked paler. They just stopped when they heard the man's words. It was impossible to say that they didn't believe the man's words at all.

Several people have been with Long Jianyun for more than a hundred years. When Long Jianyun's father was named prince by the Qing emperor, they were her servants when Long Jianyun's identity in the secular world was still a princess.

If the heroic princess in the past were not afraid, but now the princess is completely different, moody, killing people and whipping corpses. They have seen too many of them, so how dare they talk to her about life like before?

Long Jianyun saw that the few people were trembling and looked like they looked, and a trace of remembrance flashed across his face, but it was soon replaced by cold anger, and the few people who bowed their heads to apologize did not notice it at all.

"Get up, you have followed me for a hundred years. Will you still attack you?" The anger on Long Jianyun's ugly face had long dissipated, leaving only her own kind smile. Unfortunately, with the face that looked like a ghost, it looked even more ferocious.

Although the four men, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, were afraid, they still stood up tremblingly, but they all lowered their heads and no one dared to look at Long Jianyun's face.

Seeing this, Long Jianyun showed a faint look on his face, his brows frowned slightly, and even the previous kindness disappeared.

"Let's go and go to the water town of Jiangnan. Although Qi Lin is hateful, I can only kill him in this world. The Zhenguan clan is really hateful. In the future, I will destroy his Zhang family. The Zhenguan envoy, and your grandson's head will be regarded as the gift I gave you!"

Long Jianyun Li smiled and floated up in a blink of an eye, disappearing at the end of the vast sea.

The four people behind him also followed quietly. Seeing their relaxed and relaxed appearances in flight, they were definitely not comparable to the peak of Mingjin's perfection.
Chapter completed!