An army of more than 3,000 monks walked on the open grassland, and their morale was extremely low.

When he entered the beast spirit realm after leaving the light gate, he was like a rainbow and a strict queue, but now he lost his armor and was embarrassed.

In the extremely tragic fiasco, nearly forty percent of the casualties, each monk had a fellow disciple, a friend, and a brother who died in the mountains and forests, and became the belly of the demon beast......

Sadness pervaded the ranks, and despair existed in the hearts of every monk.

The Light Gate was destroyed, the attack failed, and the hunt was no different from a failure. Could it be that everyone will be trapped here and never be able to return to the Flying Yellow Realm? Many monks were worried in their hearts.

Although the big shopkeeper Li Pingbo swore that the Iron Sword Gate had laid a spiritual land for everyone, and everyone already had a foundation to attack and defend, most people would be suspicious.

"Our army of more than 5,000 people has not been able to win a victory and win a piece of spiritual land, and the Iron Sword Gate is only two hundred scattered cultivators, and there is not even a single monk in the late stage of foundation building, how can they seize a piece of spiritual land?"

"That's it, the cultivation of the head of the Iron Sword Sect is only in the Qi refining period, and it is not much different from waste, and the only two remaining elders in the late stage of foundation building are still fighting for the Chamber of Commerce in the mountains and forests, who believes that they have won the spiritual land?"

"Maybe it's the excuse that the big shopkeeper is looking for to withdraw from the mountains and forests, after all, we can't move anymore and have to retreat. But to retreat directly is tantamount to admitting the failure of the hunt, and with this excuse, at least the retreat is justified. ”

The monks directly under the Chamber of Commerce were better, and they just marched silently all the way. The various sects and loose cultivators discussed as they walked, full of doubts about the Wuzhou Chamber of Commerce. And the stewards of the various sects are not restrained by the disciples, and let the disciples talk about it, because they themselves are also full of pessimism.

As a great monk of the Jindan period, Li Pingbo's hearing is far beyond that of ordinary people, and he can naturally hear the sound of discussion, but he is helpless now. By the time he was defeated, his prestige had already dropped to the extreme, and if he suppressed it again, he would inevitably encounter a strong backlash from the monks, and it would really be over at that time.

Li Pingbo knew that in order to regain morale now, he had to give the monks some confidence, not forcibly suppress them. Hopefully, hopefully, everything in the Lonely Mountain is as Xiong Xian said, it is a real spiritual land.

In this mood of loose pessimism, a group of more than 3,000 monks crossed the grassland to the foot of the lonely mountain, and then they were stunned.

Forty or fifty men lined up in two rows to greet the small lake outside the woods, each holding a flag made of unknown cloth.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang" three signal charms shot into the air and burst out one after another, and then the forty or fifty people waved the flags in their hands at the same time.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome to the Lonely Mountain. ”

"Welcome, welcome, welcome to the Lonely Mountain. ”

Dozens of people shouted in unison, and the slogans were shocking, and the defeated soldiers suddenly stopped and looked at each other, not knowing what the gang of people in the Iron Sword Gate on the opposite side were doing!

"What are you doing?" Li Pingbo frowned and said to Qian Ziwang, the deacon of the Chamber of Commerce who greeted him.

Qian Ziwang smiled bitterly: "Master Zhang said that the morale of the retreating army was inevitably low, and he tried to cheer everyone up. ”

"!" Li Pingbo waved his hand, took the lead and continued to walk forward, being messed up like this, his messy heart unconsciously relaxed.

"Welcome to Gushan!" Zhang Xu stood in front of the team and showed a bright smile to Li Pingbo.

Looking at the young and handsome head of the Iron Sword Sect in front of him, Li Pingbo's eyes showed a complicated look.

"Master Zhang has worked hard. ”

"It's not hard, it's not hard," Zhang Xu said with a smile: "It's all up to the great treasurer's good command and proper planning, and at the critical moment to send the peak monks of the foundation to come to reinforcements, my Iron Sword Gate can successfully raid the Lonely Mountain and obtain the Lonely Mountain Spiritual Land for our army!"

Li Pingbo was stunned, and looked at Zhang Xu with a suspicious look.

Zhang Xu continued to pat his ass as if he didn't see Li Pingbo's expression, and pushed all the credit for the capture of Gushan on Li Pingbo.

"Master Zhang, what's the matter with the reinforcements you mentioned?" As Zhang Xu spoke, the Chamber of Commerce and the stewards of the various sects behind Li Pingbo listened with their ears up, and Luo Shengwen, the hall master of the Haisha League, couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you know, Hall Master Luo, just some time ago, the great shopkeeper was afraid that my Iron Sword Sect's strength would not be enough to capture the Lonely Mountain, so he specially sent Xiong Xian, a peak foundation building monk, to come to reinforcements. It was with the help of Elder Xiong that my Iron Sword Gate was able to kill the Eagle Vulture King and successfully conquer the Lonely Mountain. Zhang Xu said with a grin.

"Oh. ”

Some people finally remembered that just a few days ago, Xiong Xian, a peak monk of the Chamber of Commerce, had indeed disappeared for a while, but it turned out that he had been sent to Lonely Mountain by Li Pingbo.

Of course, there are a few people who know Xiong Xianlai's inside story, such as Zhu Kun and Qian Ziwang, but these people naturally won't take the initiative to stand up and explain, because they all understand Zhang Xu's intention to say this, which is to put the credit on Li Pingbo, so as to improve Li Pingbo's prestige among the monks and improve the morale of the defeated soldiers.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Xu's words, many monks nodded slightly, and looked at Li Pingbo with slightly different eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on the orders of the great treasurer, my Iron Sword Gate has prepared a meal for you, the best grassland yellow sheep and elk and bison, cooked fragrant ones are waiting for everyone to enjoy!"

Zhang Xu continued to shout loudly, and he didn't need to say more, at this moment, the monks had already approached the woods, and they all smelled the smell of barbecue, and they couldn't help but drool with their index fingers.

God is pitiful, these people have been fighting with the beast army in the mountains and forests for more than a month, and they are always worried about the attack of the beast army, and they don't have time to make anything delicious at all, but the corpses of the demon beasts have been roasted and eaten a lot, but they are all roasted and half-cooked and have no taste.

Under Zhang Xu's enthusiastic greeting, the monks rushed out into the woods, and saw more than ten cauldrons lined up, each cauldron was steaming, and the fragrant smell came to the nostrils. Not far away, there are dozens of bonfires, each with whole cattle and sheep on top of it.

No need to be greeted by any more, the routs swarmed in and feasted around the cauldron bonfire.

Eating barbecue meat, drinking fragrant broth, delicious food, and a sense of security at home almost made many monks cry.

At this moment, they felt as if they had a sense of home, and everyone in the Iron Sword Gate looked like relatives, and no one despised this group of loose cultivators, and no one laughed at the waste master.

Zhang Xu led the people of the Iron Sword Sect to serve diligently, but it took some effort to win the favor of thousands of monks, and this transaction was worth it.