Hou Yu's statement immediately became a weather vane, and everyone didn't expect that he, the initiator of the alliance of financial fans, would be the first to become a traitor.

Yu Zhengxing nodded with satisfaction, the reason why he named this guy first was not because he was all close, among the junior disciples he knew, he had followed him for many years, and there were a lot of rising stars who had intersected countless times, except for a few limited contacts in Yinling, this guy had no intersection in the past few decades.

But this guy is the most special one among the younger generations he knows, just like a weed in the desert, without irrigation or cultivation, but it still grows into a towering tree.

This person has a very special temperament, that is, he can always grasp the core essence of things, and dare to suppress everything, and is a real gambler.

"Why press?"

"What I'm pressed is that I don't want to be left out of the process and obscure when the world is changing." "You have a lot of money, do you have any regrets?"

"Why regret it? Just grab it again!"

The first few sentences are still very exciting and demagogic under the deliberate guidance of Zhengxing, but then they have changed a little.... This guy did it on purpose, Yu Zhengxing knew it very well in his heart.

With the beginning of Hou Yu, there were other monks to follow, especially the sword cultivators of the Yanmen; Even if there are some illusory things, there are some things that cannot be measured, they may be worthless, or they may be worth a fortune, depending on the purpose of each person's cultivation.

Nan Xiangye donated more than a dozen of his treasure gourds with a bitter face, he thought he was already very rich, but in front of his senior brother, he was a little inadequate, no one forced anyone, and he couldn't force him, so he could only follow his personal heart.

Of the hundreds of monks, only thirty percent are willing to donate resources for such an adventure, and one percent of them are all they have, and most of them choose to do what they can, after all, everyone's goals are different.

But there is one thing, everyone is willing to contribute to this adventure and push Loulan New Town to the Dark River Valley.

This somewhat crazy reforestation project is well worth trying in itself, the only controversy is that it is paid for out of pocket, which is very much in line with the philosophy of some monks.

Now that an agreement has been reached, the plan has begun, and the monk's ability to act is not mortal.

Dozens of monks contributed to it, which was also a huge number, and another Jindan monk led people to the Qin State and Yue Kingdom to purchase the materials for the formation;

Considering that the water system magic circle does not need to support for too long, three or five years is enough, so the requirements for quality are not high, but the number is very amazing, to cover the underground dark river that is three thousand miles long and more than ten miles wide, it is equivalent to the mountain gate of a medium-sized sect, which is not supported by the net worth of a few dozen monks.

There are also several monks who are arranged to go to the rear to contact the saplings to collect and transport, which requires a large flying boat, because for some special reasons, the saplings cannot be placed in the space bag for a long time, and the length of the sapling cannot find such a large space bag.

The remaining monks began to prepare for relocation, and the target was Longxugou, which was also the middle of the 3,000-mile cross-section in the direction of Guloulan.

When the news came out, to the surprise of the monks, the mortal residents of Loulan City showed greater enthusiasm than the monks, and there were even thousands of residents willing to follow them, and for them, they had more personal expectations for the support of this initiative, which was the vision of a better life.

In a place like Loulan City in the northwest, there are no cowardly people.

However, the mood can understand that courage is commendable, but it cannot be done with enthusiasm alone; Mortals do not have the conditions to go to Longxugou now, drinking water, food, living environment, and undead creatures directly face ..... They are not like monks, who can get rid of the influence of these external objects, and they can not drink or eat, as long as they have the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

So, the truly suitable time for mortal habitation will be decades, or even centuries, from now; If one day the Snow River Loop is re-established, the water and grass are abundant, the population grows massively, and by the way, a huge population of spiritual foundation is developed, then it will be the time for the real human race to establish itself here.

The so-called Loulan New Town is just a camp for cultivators, and this situation will not change for tens or hundreds of years.

But this mood of the mortal inhabitants represents a lot of things.

What also surprised the monks was that among the adventurers who came to Loulan, there were also many people who responded to the call of Loulan to stay on the right track and joined in, not only for the northwest land, but also for themselves.

As monks, there is an intuition that maybe they can really change something and get their share from it, and it's not a benefit, but something more important than a benefit.

There were also thirty or fifty of these casual monks, after rejecting many minor repairs that had not yet reached the mysteries.

More than 100 monks rose in the air, pulled out a horizontal line on the horizontal plane of 3,000 miles, and plowed forward again, to ensure that not too many undead creatures would be left behind; When they start to build a shelterbelt, they will no longer be able to complete the dredging of the rear with their manpower, and can only hand it over to the top of the Zhongshan Kingdom behind, and the harm that may be brought to ordinary mortals is the price that needs to be paid for change.

If it doesn't succeed, the responsibility will only be borne by a few Jindan monks, and Yu Zhengxing will bear the brunt. But in Hou Yu's opinion, this old guy probably doesn't matter.

There is no tragedy in the wind, but as a mature monk, everyone knows what it means to do so.

Resources may be insufficient, but they are not decisive; The planting of forest belts may not be smooth, but it can be overcome; The time to effect may be slower, which is foreseen.

The only thing that made them nervous was the reaction of the undead on the other side.

The biggest role of the forest belt is to prevent sand, not to prevent undead organisms. It may be difficult for them to get through the tough roots of the trees under the forest belt, but they are not invisible, they can't get through, and they can fly over.

This is a provocation to the undead creatures of the Jaculara Desert, which is very dangerous, and has the meaning of expanding the contradiction between the two races, and no one knows what the outcome will be in the end.

Hou Yu was not too far away from Yu Zhengxing, and his divine sense could still reach: "Uncle Shi, my savings for decades have been deceived by you, at least you should tell me, is there really no support? If the undead don't launch a large-scale invasion, you know very well that our little power will not be able to resist the enemy. I'm willing to do something for the Northwest Humans, but that doesn't mean I'll die under the onslaught of thousands of undead creatures and use my own death to awaken something."

Yu Zhengxing didn't squint, he didn't want to say anything about support, but for this junior disciple who was his most proud, he was the first to stand up and support his cronies, and there were still many things to rely on him for a period of time in the future.

"Yes, but I don't know how far I can support?"