After escaping from Qiongyuan Mansion in one breath, Ye Haochuan returned to the small world again.

More than 300 Chinese monks are gathering together to use the abundant energy of the small world to repair their muscles, bones, and internal organs damaged by the demonic energy.

The appearance of Ye Haochuan immediately attracted the attention of these people.

"Benefactor, thank you for bringing us out of that ghost place!"

An old man with a gully face looked at Ye Haochuan with tears in his eyes, said something, and actually knelt down in front of Ye Haochuan, choked and said, "My old bone will be yours in the future!"

As he knelt down, there was a lot of kneeling around him and said loudly: "From now, you will be our master! If you have any instructions, we will definitely go through fire and water!"

Ye Haochuan helped the old man up with no smile on his face and said seriously: "No one will be your master! The Chinese people are never the kind of servile race! If you have erased the blood that the Chinese people should have during their long-term enslavement, then I can only say that I regret saving you!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Ye Haochuan's words may be a bit far-fetched, but they were like a ball of fire that burned into their hearts.

The Chinese people, the once extremely powerful and terrifying name.

But for them, the name of Chinese people only brought them endless pain and torture.

They live a life of hiding and hiding, and are always afraid that they will be discovered.

But they didn't dare to live cautiously, but were still caught by the temple and threw them into the Demon-Captaining Cave to fend for themselves.

"Benefactor, Chinese people, it's better not to talk nonsense. If the temple knows, you..."

The old man reminded Ye Haochuan with a sigh.

"What? I feel that the Chinese people have declined, so we must live like mice?"

Ye Haochuan's voice was filled with incomparable perseverance: "Are our ancestors born powerful? Didn't they fight for the Chinese people to the top of the worldly heroes?"

The old man didn't know why Ye Haochuan was so radical, but he still insisted on his own point of view: "How powerful the ancestors are, just by our people, how could we reach that height?"

"What's wrong with us? It's different that we have two shoulders and one head?"

Ye Haochuan snorted coldly: "Are you willing to let your descendants live like you, waiting for one day to be discovered by the people of the temple and torture to death?

Or, are you so cowardly that you don’t even dare to have children, so that I can exterminate the Chinese clan?”

Ye Haochuan's words were like iron hammers, hammering the dead hearts of these people again and again.

"Yes, what's the point of living like this?" Someone began to question himself.

"No, my child must not follow my footsteps!" Some of the descendants were already filled with tears in their eyes.

"I want to become stronger, I don't want to be forced to hide from others anymore, I want to live upright!"

"Yes, we want to overthrow the Holy See, let the Chinese people regain their status in this world!"

"Even if our generation cannot complete it, we must lay the foundation for the next generation, so that they can have the opportunity to go further and have the capital to live standing in this world!"

Everyone said one by one, and their anger gradually became excited and excited from the simple thanks of being rescued.

Ye Haochuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was not familiar with such morale-boosting things, but fortunately, the effect was pretty good.

Just now, when this group of people knelt down to him, for some reason, he did not admire their kindness, but saw the slavery in their hearts.

In his concept, if someone saves his life, he can do his best to repay it at any cost, but he cannot betray his dignity and personality.

He did not need more than three hundred slaves, but more than three hundred tribesmen who fought side by side, with faith and dignity.

"The temple is no big deal. As long as we don't give up on ourselves, it will be a matter of time before we overthrow it!"

Ye Haochuan said righteously and once again used his confidence to infect many people.

The old man's eyes were filled with tears, as if he had suddenly become ten years younger, and said in a spirited manner: "Benefactor, please be the leader of us and lead us to defeat the temple!"

As soon as this said, it immediately won the approval of others.

"good!"

Ye Haochuan did not refuse, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "I have an organization called the Dragon Alliance, which is considered a small branch of the Chinese clan. From now on, you are a member of the Dragon Alliance. I believe that through our efforts, the Dragon Alliance will definitely develop stronger than the temple!"

The leader is different from the master. Although he is both a leader, he has no distinction between a master and a servant.

Moreover, although these people are all Chinese, they were found from all directions and have no cohesion at all.

Now Ye Haochuan has the title of their savior, which can at least make them completely obey Ye Haochuan's words and reduce some unnecessary troubles.

"I have some pills here, you can use them to restore your strength first. If you have a stubborn disease that you can't solve, come to me!"

Ye Haochuan took out some healing pills and distributed them according to their different cultivation levels.

"Most of them are Void God cultivators, and even there are as many as five people in the late stage of Void God?"

Seeing the cultivation of these people clearly, Ye Haochuan couldn't help but take a breath.

Ye Haochuan really didn't expect that this group of people who seemed to have no power to fight back would be so strong.

If they rise up and resist, even if the people from the North Peak in the Demon Closing Cave can be blocked, they will suffer heavy losses, right?

But soon, he found that he had neglected a big problem.

After these people were eroded by the demonic energy, they had no ten cultivation levels, so how could they have the capital to resist?

As for why most of them are masters of the virtual gods, this is very simple. Those with weak cultivation cannot last long in such a strong demonic energy and have been eliminated by ruthlessly, so what remains are naturally the essence.

"How many years have you been? I forgot that the old man has been a powerful man..." The old man smiled bitterly.

His name is He Wenchang, and he is one of the five late-stage masters of the Void God.

The other four, three men and one woman, all look like they are in their forties and fifties.

"I am a formation master who can refine a middle-level third-grade magic array!"

The only woman among the five masters, named You Yanqiu, spoke indifferently.

With it, similar words came out one after another in the crowd, as if they were expressing their merits.

Ye Haochuan took a rough look and found that there were seven or eight formation masters and three or four weapon refiners. The only shame is that there is no weapon refiner, and the strongest one can only forge peak immortal weapons.

However, this is enough to show how excellent these people are.

It is really extraordinary to be able to achieve such achievements in the days of hiding from all over the world.

With this group of people as their foundation, Ye Haochuan's wings instantly became full.

"After all, there will be no dilemma of choosing a clan. Now who dares to provoke me, I will use this group of people to drown them!" Ye Haochuan secretly fantasized.

(End of this chapter)

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