A scrap collection station comes to mind

When he said this, he glanced at Baozhu and seemed to mean something.

Bao Zhu snorted, too lazy to speak to him.

The Dragon King continued, "Including Zhan, if it weren't for the restraints between you two, boy, do you think he would be so mean-spirited to you?"

"Hey?"

Chen Muyu was amused, "Brother Long, you are trying to sow discord between me and my brother. Believe it or not, I will tell him when I get back."

"Ah."

The Dragon Emperor didn't take it seriously at all, "What kind of good person are you in war? In order to become the emperor..."

At this point, the Dragon King suddenly stopped talking and his expression changed several times, as if he had some scruples.

"What happened to become the emperor?"

Chen Muyu waited for a long time and didn't hear anything more, so he immediately asked.

Bao Zhu next to her also had her ears pricked up. She was also quite curious about the battle.

The Dragon King hesitated and waved his hands repeatedly, "It's nothing, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore..."

Chen Muyu's eyes widened, "Do you know who I hate the most? I hate the kind of people who speak straightforwardly and make people's appetites interesting."

"Such people deserve to die." Bao Zhu also added.

The Dragon King's face trembled, but he still stuck to the bottom line, "You can say whatever you want. It is immoral to speak ill of people behind their backs. If you want to know, go back and ask the question yourself."

Grass.

Chen Muyu cursed him in his heart.

war?

What kind of person was this wise and stalwart sworn brother?

After thinking about it, I really didn't know much about him.

…

Bao Zhu frowned slightly on the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

…

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Falling Eagle Peak.

A mountain peak on the southern boundary of Yun Tan Star looks like a male vulture hunting for prey.

The top of the mountain has been flattened by external forces, forming a wide square.

At this time, there were already about a hundred seventh-level gods and demons gathered on the top of the mountain.

A stone platform floated quietly above the square. Although there were many people gathered around it, it was unusually quiet, as if they were waiting for some big shot to appear.

Each of these people's faces were ashen, like eggplants beaten by frost. It was obvious that they had been tortured enough during this period of time.

Chen Muyu looked around and barely saw a few familiar faces, but he could not find Nan Ming and the others.

Didn’t he die in Baoying’s cave?

In that situation that day, except for Chen Muyu and the others who left safely, all the gods and demons who entered the cave barrier would probably have perished.

Although Nan Ming has the strength of the seventh level peak, when facing a strong man with the eighth level peak combat power, he seems to be just a slightly bigger ant.

Chen Muyu's heart felt a little heavy. After all, he had some friendship with Nan Ming. Apart from pretending to be the big brother, he actually had a pretty good character. It was a bit regretful that he fell like this.

Jin Niu and other ten disciples from the Star Palace stood under the floating stone platform, respectfully.

Chen Muyu and others found a seat in the back corner to stand, and Baozhu walked over to Jinniu and the others. After saying hello, he stood next to Jinniu.

The Dragon Emperor poked Chen Muyu's shoulder, "Boy, I have to hold that woman's thigh tightly for a while. If anything happens, I can only rely on her to save my life."

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Brother Long, why are you so nervous!"

"You have never been beaten by reality, so be careful and sail the ship for ten thousand years." The Dragon King scolded.

Chen Muyu nodded and didn't say anything more to him. He glanced across the venue and saw a few more people arriving one after another. The total number of people was over a hundred.

When we came, there were about 200 people. In just over a month, did we lose more than half of it?

That shouldn't be the case, right?

Although the demon spirit's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, there are so many seventh-level gods and demons in the entire Yuntan Star, so it can't just stare at the Xingchen Palace faction to eat, right?

Maybe there are still some who haven’t come.

"It's so depressing. I always feel like something bad is going to happen."

The Dragon King sent another message, and his words were full of worry.

Chen Muyu didn't even know what he was afraid of, "Brother Long, if you are afraid, go back by yourself first and don't talk like a fool here."

The Dragon King's face trembled visibly, "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences in front of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bit of commotion ahead.

An old man in a yellow robe appeared on the suspended stone platform at some unknown moment.

"Meet the Master."

"Greetings to the ancestor."

…

Jinniu, Baozhu and others immediately knelt down when they saw the old man appearing.

Old Man Star.

The existence of the mid-eighth order.

"Greetings to Senior Xingchen."

The rest of the people, who were not disciples of the Star Palace, naturally did not have to kneel down and just bowed to pay homage.

"Is that just a few people?"

The old man in yellow robe had long eyebrows that reached to his shoulders, and the tips of his eyebrows trembled slightly. A pair of old eyes swept across the venue, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with the number of people present.

Jinniu quickly replied, "Returning to Master, there have been frequent blood mist attacks lately, which have killed a lot of people. In addition, some of them have chosen to join other forces, so these are the only ones left."

"snort."

The old man in yellow robe snorted coldly. He didn't know whether he was dissatisfied with the lack of people or felt uncomfortable hearing that some people chose to join other forces.

Jin Niu hurriedly added, "Master, you might as well wait a little longer, maybe someone will come."

"No need, that's all."

The old man in yellow robe responded calmly, "I have just returned from Lingyun Peak, Jiufeng Taoist Fellow. During this fight for opportunity, something happened. The strength of our Sword Demon Domain can only be regarded as mid-range among other domains. It’s not very competitive, so everyone needs to work together.”

"But it depends on senior's orders."

Everyone drank together.

During this period of time, everyone was a straggler, fighting on their own, fearful all day long, but it was different now. The arrival of Old Man Xingchen, a strong man in the middle of the eighth level, gave them a backbone, and they felt that they finally had something to rely on.

"Very good, very good."

Old Man Xingchen looked around and nodded slightly, seeming to be a little satisfied at this time.

Touching his beard, Old Man Xingchen said, "I need a lot of blood pills now..."

Before he finished speaking, someone came forward to flatter him, "Senior, before we came here, we all had blood pills. Although we have consumed a lot recently, we should still have some in stock..."

Many people at the scene were already cursing in their hearts.

This bastard actually used the big guy's things to flatter him.

It's like a group of students and parents who made an unflattering suggestion that everyone pool money to buy a car for the teacher. I dare you to be a good person. Everyone has contributed money and efforts, but they still can't get a good word from you.

"Yeah yeah……"

Although everyone was unhappy in their hearts, they still agreed with their words. They didn't mean what they said. After all, they had been kidnapped.

Old Man Xingchen glanced at the man and said, "Ordinary blood pills are not enough to consume."