Even Meng Shentong nodded secretly when he heard it, although he has ambition and ability, but after all, he is an ancient, and he does not know how to exaggerate propaganda, focus on psychological breakthroughs and other modern advertising methods. Yuecheng Wu's words were reasonable, much more magnificent than the reasons he originally thought, and Meng Shentong was naturally happy to see them come to fruition.

Yuecheng Wu observed the words and found that the expressions on the faces of many people were solemn, and he was obviously moved by his words, so he immediately shouted while the iron was hot: "If we obtain the scales of the mirage, practice a magic weapon that can communicate with each other, and help each other, our strength will increase tenfold in one go." For example, if Mr. Tie Jing wants to refine a magic weapon, it will probably take him a hundred years to collect all the materials, but if you are willing to help others, you may be able to gather twice or even three times as many things in ten years. ”

"An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time. Maybe when you go to the Pangu Continent, you think that as long as you succeed in cultivation, you can live forever, and the years are endless, but have you ever thought that maybe after a hundred years, maybe someone has already soared into an immortal, maybe after a thousand years, someone will break the void and become a god, or even become a sacred, and those who have selfish intentions and endless infighting can only become ants in the eyes of others. ”

"The so-called heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs! I just don't know if all of you here will become dogs in the future? Or will you be great cultivators who are unkind to heaven. ”

Yue Chengwu's last sentence made Meng Shentong also slightly distracted, but he was not a person who reflected on these after all, and immediately laughed loudly: "What Chengwu said is reasonable, I also thought about practicing alone behind closed doors, as long as I am willing to work hard and soar to become an immortal sooner or later, but I am still so lonely when I become an immortal alone, just like when I was in the Eight Divine Continent." That's why I launched this wish, hoping that in the future, people from the underworld can join this gang and live as lively as in the world. ”

Mr. Tiejing snorted coldly, and no longer meant to speak, people with similar thoughts to him, after listening to Takeshi Yuecheng's generous statement, he also lost a lot of thoughts, everyone is a person who has died once, most of them have been detained in the underworld for at least two or three hundred years, and at most for thousands of years, and they know what loneliness is like.

Otherwise, with the arrogance of some people here, they would say that they would not go along with Meng Shentong, and Yuecheng Wu's words hit the weakest point in the hearts of these people, but also caused some small resonance, and they also had a certain status in the minds of these people.

Ji Wuhua slapped his palms, and immediately sixteen young disciples sent wine and food to everyone, although it was in a place like Hengye Mountain, he was still able to hold this banquet in a similar way, this ability is quite good, just the preparation of the recipe, it takes countless thoughts, after all, there are many common things in the world, but there is no here.

As soon as the banquet opened, the atmosphere suddenly became lively, Meng Shentong toasted everyone at will, the wine was dry, and the drink was extremely bold, he intentionally or unintentionally pulled Yuecheng Wu by his side and introduced him to these people in the Pilong Temple. Most of the people who are qualified to be invited to Pilong Temple are the masters of the Bixuan Mind Law who have cultivated at level 12 or above, and have long been able to ascend to the Pangu Continent. It's just that these people seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, they all hide part of their strength, and they are still concentrating on cultivation on Hengye Mountain.

Later, Yuecheng Wu found that there was no one in this Pilong Temple who was so low in cultivation, and he immediately knew in his heart that Meng Shentong was treating him as a dog-headed military advisor. However, he will not be dissatisfied because of this, his intelligence is affirmed, and it is far more valuable to Takeshi Tsukijo than his brute strength is affirmed.

He is a long-sleeved dancer, and socializing is a business person's specialty. As long as he stood beside anyone, as long as he heard a few words of Meng Shentong's introduction, and then compared what Ji Wuhua said when he greeted these people just now, he would naturally use the most appropriate way to enhance the other party's favor without revealing a trace.

Meng Shentong struck while the iron was hot, he was used to being a big man, and promised to get good and never be petty, originally there were still some obstacles to this gang building conference, but under his coordination, often big things turned into small things, and small things turned into nothing, and there was not much resistance. The rough structure was quickly built, Meng Shentong was naturally the boss of the gang leader, Ji Wuhua and Takeshi Yuecheng were creatively appointed as assistants to the gang leader, and then there were seven hall masters, and Xu Huang and Xin Longzi, who had no accidents, served as two of them.

Among the remaining five, there are powerful characters like Mr. Tiejing, and there is also a beauty in plain white palace dress who is closer to Meng Shentong, and the name seems to be unknown to Meng Shentong and Ji Wuhua, only the nickname Mrs. Rakshasa is available. The remaining three are all well-known figures, Yuecheng Wudu secretly remembered them one by one, what surprised him was that the prestige of the Zhe family army was not high in this group of people, it stands to reason that there were forty or fifty people in the Zhe family army, accounting for more than one-third of the number, although the martial arts were all low, even the Bi Xuan heart method of the fold was only the fifth layer of cultivation, but such a well-trained army, whether in obedience or discipline, was much stronger than those martial arts masters, and it was the one who should be wooed the most!

He secretly kept this incident in his heart, but he didn't immediately express how affectionate he was. Meng Shentong sorted out the affairs of the Gang Building Conference one by one at the banquet, raised his glass and shouted: "That mirage is on Thunder Coconut Island, this island is fixed, and it does not revolve around the Pangea Continent, our Hengye Mountain will pass through Thunder Coconut Island every year, but this mirage is good at hiding, and no one has ever found it settled there." As long as you hunt this mirage, everyone can help each other, and from now on, even if you face an enemy that is ten times more powerful, you don't have to fear. ”

After speaking, Meng Shentong threw the wine glass to the ground, and set off with a loud shout, and suddenly Pilongguan became more lively. Yuecheng Wu only shook his head, Meng Shentong still didn't get rid of the habits of martial arts figures, and he didn't have the slightest sense of discipline, saying that he was going to catch the mirage, but he didn't even prepare in advance, just such a large group of people surrounded him, relying on everyone's martial arts, there was a possibility of catching such a demon beast, but if the future actions were always so unorganized, the development prospects were in jeopardy.

However, others are soft-spoken, although there is a name of the assistant to the helper, in the eyes of these ancients, at most he is just a butler role, his martial arts are always a weakness, and the weight of no strong force in the eyes of these people is never enough.