Chapter 551

In the real society, most of the time, it is absolutely not by virtue of a cavity of blood can do anything amazing. Before there is not enough power and wealth, we can only choose to swallow a lot of things.

For example, at this banquet tonight, it was only at this moment that all the people could see Lin Hao's real purpose. In a disguised way, they pointed the deer to the horse and eliminated the dissidents. Finally, they released their military power with a glass of wine and eliminated all the people who were not on the same front with themselves.

Lin Hao, along with Murong Wu, Fang Xiaochuan, Qiao Ying and others, and Chen Shouyu, who belongs to the aircraft carrier class in the whole empire, are not able to support such a lineup.

Several people's faces keep changing, from white to red and then to green, but they can only clench their fists and swallow the matter into their stomach.

"Qiao Ying, you should arrange the affairs after these people. If they want to stay in Wanggang City, you should know what to do." Lin Hao put down his glass, turned to Qiao Ying and others slowly said.

"Yes, brother Hao!" Qiao Ying was very sensible and nodded.

Their simple questions and answers directly determine the outcome of several rich businessmen who have been rooted in Wanggang city for many years.

Before the banquet was over, Lin Hao left LiuYe hotel with Murong Wu.

Lin Hao always finds it troublesome to socialize like this.

"What's the plan after Wu Zi?" Lin Hao and Murong Wu wander aimlessly in the street, and the cold wind at night blows their clothes.

"What's your plan? You can't go back to the countryside to farm, can you? " Murong Wu laughs and takes out a pack of cigarettes. After handing one to Lin Hao, he lights another.

"Have you ever thought of going out for a walk?" Said Lin Hao, a faint smoke. Lao Tzu, basically, has the final say. After that, you will have to build a bigger market. Where do you want to go? "

said. Murong Wu flicked the ash in his hand and replied carelessly.

Lin Hao didn't rush to answer Murong Wu's words. He hit his mouth several times. He seemed to be thinking about whether to say what he thought

In the barracks tent of Vientiane gate, a huge map is hung on the wall, in which numerous red and white dots are marked.

Yang Lin was sitting in a handsome chair. In front of him stood many high-rise buildings of the Vientiane gate. What was different from the past was that they not only showed a stern and steady, but also sent out a strong murderous atmosphere, which made the temperature in the camp drop several degrees.

"What happened to tieshameng?" Yang Lin propped his chin with his hand, his index finger scraping slowly between his nose.

"Inform the headmaster that, according to the information from the spies, the tiesha League has gathered 100000 troops by yesterday." Vientiane answered, and the man at the door came out.

"How are our supplies, equipment and pills prepared?" There was no change in Yang Lin's face. It seemed that he didn't pay attention to the 100000 troops of tiesha League at all.

Now almost the whole metaphysical world has heard that tiesha League and Vientiane gate, which have a long tradition, will hunt in ancient battlefields one after another.

The strength of all sects has focused on the two organizations. So far, no sects have come forward, but it is very clear that they are waiting for an opportunity and the end of the battle.

Once the balance of victory and defeat is officially signed, great changes will take place in the metaphysical world, and it is very likely that a new shuffle will be ushered in.

After Yang Lin asked the question, he didn't answer for several seconds, which made his brows tightly knit.

"What's wrong?" Yang Lin's tone dropped several levels in an instant.

This is the first time that he led many disciples to fight. This battle is also related to their life and death. Yang Lin will never allow any problems.

Hearing the sound, the high-level people of the Vientiane gate trembled slightly, and the atmosphere did not dare to make a random one.

"Master, calm down!" After half a day's kneeling in the crowd, an elderly senior official slowly stood up and knelt down on the ground: "in fact, it was too difficult to enter the ancient battlefield, and the environment here was very bad. The chief alchemist was too old to stand the pressure of quicksand and died."

The more the old man said, the smaller his voice was, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

The rest of the high-level faces also became very ugly. Just by virtue of the temperature of the air falling again, they could feel how strong Yang Lin's anger was at this time.

Suddenly, there was a click in the tent. Yang Lin's armrest of the handsome chair was crushed by his forceful squeeze.

"The battle between the two armies is coming. Don't you know how important pill is to us?" Yang Lin's voice had become extremely cold, especially the cold light in his eyes, which seemed to freeze people.

The atmosphere dropped in a straight line, but no one dared to say anything.