"It's a thankless task like giving out money again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As soon as the representative of the small force walked out, Luo He leaned back on the elder's seat angrily, and said this.

"There's no way around it. Small gangs also need to survive, and they also join the league to survive better. Zhu Xin smiled and didn't care.

"In that case, tell me how much silver each of us can give to support them for the time being. I believe that once the Demon Sect is destroyed, life will be better. Ju Wuxian is on the throne of the alliance leader, and spoke.

"You also know the situation of our Dongtian Pavilion, it may be better to fight and kill, but the management is really not very good, fifteen million taels, this is the bottom line, and if there is more, I am afraid it will affect the foundation of the Dongtian Pavilion. "Although the Dongtian Pavilion is known as the second largest gang in the rivers and lakes, it mainly relies on the name of the Dongtian Layman, a super-first-class master. The real strength is even inferior to the Tibetan Sword Villa.

Several people also nodded, and they all knew a little about the situation of the Cave Heaven Pavilion.

"In that case, I will pay 45 million taels from the Sword Villa. Ju Wuxian thought about it for a while, and then spoke. He has been hiding the sword villa for a long time, and he can still get this money.

"I'm from the Wuhu Gang, and I'll give out 33 million taels. "The Wuhu Gang has a lot of people, although there are many ways to make money, but there are not a few people to support. It is also understandable that it is less than the Tibetan Sword Villa.

"I don't have many people in the Ghost Knife Cliff, and I can't compare to the wealth of everyone here, 12 million taels. Luo Jianwei laughed, and there seemed to be some flesh pain in his tone, obviously unwilling to give even a little more.

Ignoring the gaze of Ju Wuxian and the others, Luo Jian adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and returned to the appearance of an old god, which made several people scold in their hearts, but they were helpless.

"Now that everyone here has spoken, I can't be left alone. Mingxinju is mostly women, and the business itself is not very easy, since the alliance is difficult, let's take out 18 million taels for temporary relief. Ming Ji smiled slightly and nodded at a few people.

"Everyone is like this, I don't have a little love and blood, and people still think that my emotional intelligence is stingy. Twenty-one million taels, although my love and blood are not a big gang, I can always afford this. Emotional intelligence's eyes were always staring at Luo Jian, as if he was not smiling.

The alliance leader and the elders have spoken, and it will be Luohe's turn next. Luo He originally wanted to pretend to be stupid and fool around, but Ming Ji really couldn't stand it anymore, and retreated from Luo He, so Luo He had no choice but to speak: "You all know the situation of my Blood Knife Villa, how long has it been since I took over the Blood Knife Villa, and the business situation and pattern are indeed not very good." Four million taels, that's the bottom line. However, now just the persecution of the Demon Sect will get to this point. What if the Yuan Gang comes again? What if the imperial court also comes? With all due respect, if this continues, the small gangs will purely regard the alliance as a safe haven for the wronged bosses, and they will do no harm at all. ”

Hearing this, Ju Wuxian and the others also nodded. Luo He's words are not wrong, and the alliance can't always think too much about these small gangs, but the current situation still has to find a way to solve it after all.

"Master Luo, your four million is too little. You are also one of the elders of the alliance, and as far as we know, your Blood Knife Villa has a lot of profits just by selling various weapons every month. Luo Jian smiled, intending to point the finger at Luohe.

Four million taels, compared to the Ghost Sword Cliff, which is the least among the elders, the gap is too obvious. Luo He also seemed to know that four million taels could not cope with this battle, and looking around, all the eyes of the people present were on him, it was obvious that he would not give up the battle if he refused to give up a little more blood.

"That's it, then add two million taels. This is the limit, if there is more, the Blood Knife Villa will be sold to you directly. Luo He gritted his teeth and pretended to be pitiful with no way out.

Ming Ji knew in his heart that the free funds on hand in Luo He were definitely far higher than what he said. It's just that this guy has always been generous to himself, but he is stingy with outsiders. This time, Ken was willing to come up with so much, and it was forced by the situation, so he had to do it as a last resort.

"What's more, Lord Luo's management ability doesn't seem to be good. It is said that the wife of the owner of the Blood Knife Villa ran away with the little cub of Qingtianmen, and it seems that the ability of the owner of the Luo Villa needs to be studied. Luo Jian's voice sounded again, and it was quite harsh to hear.

As the saying goes, you don't hit people in the face, and a few people here have heard of the matter of Blood Knife Villa, but this is someone's family matter, and they don't care about meddlers. How do you know that Luo Jian didn't know what to do, and he suddenly brought it up at this juncture.

"Blood Knife Villa, the name is too much, first the Blood Knife Gate made people extinguish, and then the owner of the Blood Knife Villa made people green on their heads, tsk, I see ......" Before Luo Jian's words fell, his elder chair had already collapsed.

The magic knife Xiaolou listened to the spring rain swaying across Luo Jian's neck overnight, and the sword qi that could not be held back had already imprinted a blood-red mark on Luo Jian's neck.

"I don't mind sending some long-tongued women to hell, if there are really so many. Luo He's eyes were staring at Luo Jian, but he couldn't see any other expression on his face, but he could feel from his words that Luo Jian seemed to really anger him.

"Okay, okay, Luohe, they are all their own brothers, Luo Jian is not sensible, spare him this time. Ju Wuxian unexpectedly developed into such a situation, so he could only come forward with a wry smile to stop it.

Ming Ji pulled Luohe aside and constantly comforted Luohe. Now, the only thing he can listen to is probably only Mingji.

Although Luo Jian was resentful in his heart, but Luohe's strength was indeed better than him, and he didn't dare to act rashly, although he provoked the matter first, but this tone could only be endured temporarily.

Then, although the rest of the gangs that did not belong to the elders but still had great power, they also expressed their positions, Ju Wuxian calculated for a while, and concluded: "Dongtian Pavilion will give out 15 million taels, Hidden Sword Villa will pay 45 million taels, Wuhu Gang will give 33 million taels, Ghost Knife Cliff will come out of 12 million taels, Mingxin Ju will come out of 18 million taels, Love and Blood will come out of 21 million taels, Blood Knife Villa will come out of 6 million taels, Haitian Alliance will come out of 7.3 million taels, Sifang Pavilion will come out of 5.2 million taels, and Ruthless Mountain Villa will come out of 3.3 million taels......"

Bidding farewell to the alliance headquarters, Luo He went straight back to the Blood Knife Villa in Heiyuan City.

Pushing open the iron door, Luo He strode into it, and was greeted by a huge iron hammer that burned red. Under the Luohe True Qi Rotation, his fingers flicked out, instantly digesting the force on the hammer. The extremely high temperature also cooled down instantly under the internal strength of the Yin attribute of the Blood Sea Demon Skill, and the flame-like red light began to dim.

"What, is that how you treat your old friend?" Luo He didn't think it was angry and chuckled.

"Little kitten, you bastard, some time ago I told me to build a good sword that is not heavy, fast, and sharp, a good sword! Lao Tzu has destroyed at least seventeen pieces of fine iron the size of a half-man, and he has not made the good sword he wants! You really killed me!" The iron block was sweating, and when he reached out and sucked it, the iron hammer just now flew back upside down and fell into the hand of the iron block.

Luo He can see that although the iron block is sincerely interested in striking iron, it also improves its own strength. But looking at the true qi cultivation of Tie Block, it is only higher than any top-grade third-rate master. His grade was similar to that of himself and Qi Yu, and it seemed that the hermit he worshipped at the beginning was not a weak person.

Discarded broken swords, scattered all over the place. Luo He casually picked up a handful and felt a little, the material, technique, and distinctiveness of these broken swords were no worse than the Qingshui Sword, but they didn't seem to be able to satisfy the iron. I think that in recent years, the iron-striking technology of iron has broken through to a new height, and the pursuit of works has also improved.

"Xiaoyu, you accompany the kitten to the backyard first, I'll come over after beating this sword embryo, it's too hot here." Iron stretched out his thick arm, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted.

Mo Yu came out from behind the bead curtain, saluted Luohe, and led Luohe to the backyard.

Looking at Mo Yu's back, Luo He's eyes wrinkled slightly, as if he sensed something, but he didn't speak, and kept up with Mo Yu's footsteps.

The sound of "Ding, Ding!" was still heard, and the sound of Iron Block smashing the sword embryo with a sledgehammer could be heard even from afar.