Oh!

An invisible space fluctuation flashed by, and Yang Feng walked out of the altar.

When the leader of the demon clan saw it, he hurriedly greeted everyone with a smile and bowed down again.

Well!

It was like an endless tide, with dense crowds of people all over the mountains and fields, and they were all uninvited to count. They were all crawling down, but they didn't say anything.

Yang Feng was stunned and wondered why, so he hurried to the clan leader, helped him up and said, "Class leader, why are you so happy? Are you going to worship again? Is there anything I asked me to do?"

"How dare you?"

With a smile, the clan leader suddenly said with a solemn look on his face: "But from now on, I hope you will follow your leader, Mr. Yang, and you will never dare to disobey everything you follow your orders."

ah?

Suddenly, Yang Feng blinked his confused big eyes, not understanding the reason.

Although the demon clan has strong combat power, he wanted to win over the war in the spiritual world this time, but he was just thinking about forming an alliance. But he never expected that he had said nothing, and these demon clan strong men were

They all bowed to themselves automatically.

Could it be that I have really cultivated the spirit of domineering power and dare not refuse to accept wherever I go?

As if he saw the suspicion in his heart, the clan leader grinned and explained: "Young Master, this is what our ancestors mean. As long as you walk out of the altar, all the demon clans will follow your order."

"So that's it. You are the reinforcements left to me by the same kind above!"

After Liao Ran nodded, Yang Feng couldn't help but be happy and said, "It just so happens that I'm going to fight a robbery. You can send a few people to go with me to make a big splash. There is no danger, it's mainly to hold on to me, hehe."

"This is OK. How many people are you planning to ask for?"

"It doesn't need too many. Anyway, those people are just fish that missed the net from the previous era. There should be not many people."

After smashing his mouth, Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "Class leader, can you send me a million or eight hundred thousand, right?"

"A hundred and eight hundred thousand?"

When his body shook, the clan leader shouted, as if he was surprised.

Yang Feng couldn't help but startle and frowned slightly: "I think your demon clan is the overlord of the spiritual world after all, and one or two hundred and eight million people should be able to take it out. Why, is it very tight? Then...

Have eight or nine

What about ten thousand?"

"Eighty or ninety thousand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clan leader yelled again, as if he was even more surprised than just now.

Yang Feng trembled and couldn't help but smile, but he smiled miserably: "Why, the patriarch, can't the nobles even afford 80,000 or 90,000 troops? I'll go, you are doing worse than me. I'm just now

I thought I had received a group of strong support, but I didn’t expect it was just a group of beggars, alas.”

After sighing a long sigh, Yang Feng said helplessly: "Then you think, how many troops can you do now? I'm mentally prepared first, so don't be happy again."

"Young Master Yang, you misunderstood!"

Hearing his words and looking at his slightly lonely expression, the clan leader couldn't help but smile and bowed: "I just now didn't think you wanted more than one or two million troops, but too few.

I went out to travel around the country and needed 30 to 40 million troops to follow the guards. You are going to fight, not to have a wedding banquet, so you just took two bodyguards and went there. Eight million is not enough, it's too much.

Your part is yours. You are the savior. How can the ceremony be so shabby when you go out?"

ah?

Unable to help but be shocked, Yang Feng blinked his confused eyes: "Then... according to your opinion, I will show off my might and show off. How many people should I bring?"

"At least bring all the elites of the First Column of the First Army."

"The elite of the First Column of the First Army?"

After slapping his lips twice, Yang Feng murmured: "May I ask... how many people are there?"

Shrugging disconcertingly, the clan leader smiled and said, "It's not much, it's eight billion!"

"Eighty...billion?"

Unable to help but take a breath of cold air, Yang Feng was completely stunned.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the patriarch thought he was disgusted, so he quickly explained: "Young Master Yang, our first army has more than 8 billion, and there are 80 billion. With the remaining four armies, we can organize 5,000 yuan.

Billions of elite soldiers are not a problem. But you are really too anxious to ask for the sudden introduction of troops. We have no preparation here, so we can only take out eight billion. If you are not in a hurry, I will station everyone outside.

The key forces are gathered and 300 billion troops are not a problem. If you think it is not enough, the remaining reinforcements will arrive one after another."

"Enough, it's completely enough."

My whole face almost burst into tears,

Yang Feng never expected that this demon clan was very rich and prosperous. Eighty billion elite soldiers could take them as soon as they were told.

Not only that, these eight billion are just a fraction of the time, and there is also continuous supply of troops.

But it's right to think about it. How could the demon clan who can share the world with the entire human cultivator have a weak foundation! Now that I have absorbed the troops of the demon clan and can already compete with the alliances of those top-notch families.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Feng became more confident and asked again: "Then what level are these 8 billion elite soldiers? Can they compare with the strength of Bai Lang and Feng Yu?"

"I'm afraid this won't work!"

Frowning deeply, the clan leader shook his head with embarrassment: "No matter how young the younger generations Bai Lang and Feng Yu are, they are also bloodlines of divine beasts. Even in the demon clan, the bloodlines of divine beasts are very rare, and they are elites among the elites. How can they have one?

What a huge number?”

Mingran nodded, Yang Feng deeply understood.

The reason why divine beasts are divine beasts is that they are rare. How can they be like other monsters, like cabbage, and all over the ground?

Moreover, the strength of the divine beast is only a little weaker than that of the spiritual beast.

If the demon clan is full of divine beasts, wouldn’t the spirit beast be worthless? Are humans still having a ball?

Thinking of this, Yang Feng shook his head with a chuckle, laughing at his delusion. He originally thought that he could gather thousands of divine beasts, but it was impossible to think about it.

Even in the lower realm, in the demon territory, there are less than a hundred members of the five major divine beast families, and it is probably the same here...

But the clan leader suddenly said, "We can gather 100,000 magical beasts at most, and the rest are either old or weak or children, and they cannot participate in the war at all. It will take hundreds of years for these children to grow up. So Mr. Yang,

There are really not many divine beasts in our world.”

puff!

A mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, and Yang Feng looked at him in surprise.

Clan leader, you used to say crosstalk, and you deliberately swayed me? Isn't that much?

As a combat power comparable to that of spirit beasts, these 100,000 divine beasts are equivalent to an army of tens of thousands of spirit beasts. What I want to grab now is only 30,000 to 40,000 spirit beasts. Your demon clan is so rich that it is so rich.

, the demon clan in the lower world is simply incomparable to you.

It is worthy of being a force that has occupied half of the spiritual world!
Chapter completed!