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Everyone, the martial artists of the Song Dynasty have been wantonly fighting the martial artists of our city for the past half month, causing countless casualties. This is simply going too far. Now that we have gathered all the warriors, we need to drive all the warriors out of the city in one go. However, the city guards and the ordinary people were too weak. This City Lord hopes that all the Sect Leaders can assist this City Lord to avenge the countless warriors in my Cold Mountain City! " A middle-aged man sitting on the seat of honor cupped his fist and said with a serious face.

This person was dressed in a yellow robe with golden threads on his body and an exquisite treasure sword on his waist. The sword sheath and hilt were made of red wood. He was the City Lord of Liangshan City, Yue Ming! An eighth heaven warrior!

With that, everyone in the audience fell into silence. Just at this time, an old man said slowly: "City Lord Yue is joking, taking revenge for the warriors of Liang Mountain City is natural, not to mention that our sect's warriors were also beaten to death by the Song Royal City. "But …"

Yue Ming looked at the old man. This old man's surname was Zhang, and his name was empty. It was the Sect Leader of the Han Mountain Sword Sect. Even though this person was an old man, he was still underestimating this person. This person's martial arts could not be underestimated. He had already reached the eighth heaven. He was also an expert in the martial arts world. Yue Ming's face twitched slightly as he cupped his fists and said, "Sect Leader Zhang, please speak your mind." It seemed like he would never be able to escape.

"Everyone here should understand why the Song Royal City suddenly attacked and killed the warriors of our Liang Mountain City. It was not very kind of City Lord Yue to hide this from me previously. " Zhang Kong said with a faint smile, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. However, the target of his words was Yue Ming!

"Sect Leader Zhang is right, our sect can't lend a helping hand in vain." "In the end, you get nothing." Another thick browed burly man echoed. This person's surname was Ge, and his name shook the heavens. The Beast Fist Sect Leader was as famous as he was. The big man's martial arts were overbearing and his Tiger King Punch was extremely powerful! There was no way he could find a second person in Liang Shan City! He was a well-known figure in the surrounding cities!

"Indeed, if City Lord Yue does not hand over a portion of the silver mine, Sect Leader Zhang and Sect Leader Ge would not be willing to do so." At this time, a gloomy-looking middle-aged man said helplessly. This person was born with an ordinary face. But those eyes made everyone's memory go back to them. That kind of pure and insidious gaze was something that no one could hope to achieve! This person was the head of the Wisdom Sect, Cheng Xing.

As soon as Cheng Xing's voice fell, the three of them silently cursed. Don't you want to? Only push the other two out? Yue Ming's face flashed with pain, "You three, if we can really hurt Song Wang City's vitality, then everything will be over. This City Lord is willing to give out thirty percent of the silver mine to three sects. "

"Mayor Yue, it seems like you are not sincere enough. Thirty percent might seem a lot, but look at how many sects we have, we only have ten percent. It's too little, in my opinion, how could Sect Leader Zhang and Sect Leader Ge be willing to do so! " Some people were happy when they heard Cheng Xing's words, while others were sad. Of course they were happy because of Zhang Kong and Ge Zhentian, while they were happy because of Yue Ming.

"You …" Yue Ming was flustered and exasperated. He took a deep breath and said, "Sect Leader Cheng is right. This City Lord is willing to take out sixty percent!" Yue Ming gritted his teeth as he spoke in a low voice. He had discovered the silver mine himself, as well as its location. Now that the silver mine was divided into 60%, Yue Mingxin was bleeding profusely.

The moment Yue Ming finished speaking, the three Sect Leaders were all full of smiles. 60% was already not bad. Every sect had 20%. The three of them had seen the size of the silver mine with their own eyes. If all of it were produced in silver taels, it would be close to a million silver taels. Twenty thousand taels of silver might not be a lot, but it was still a waste of money. This was equivalent to several months' worth of their sect's income.

At this moment, Qi Xing had finally stepped through the gates of Liang Mountain City, and as far as the eye could see, he was a fighter. Fighters were everywhere, but there were no stalls. There were only restaurants, brothels, inns, and shops waiting to be opened. Some shops and restaurants that were run by ordinary people had long since closed their doors and were empty.