As the sun set, people were still coming and going on the streets. Dibeicheng quickly brought Dongfang Bingwu to the south of the city. The further they went deeper into the south of the city, the streets became more and more chaotic.

Although there are many people here, there are no stalls here like other streets, and there are not many houses on both sides of the street. On the contrary, it looks very desolate.

At first glance, Dongfang Bingwu felt that this place looked like a disaster area. Many people in rags were lying on the ground in a mess on both sides of the street.

When those people saw the appearance of Dongfang Bingwu and Dibeicheng, their eyes showed bright light. They were all wandering beggars. Looking at their clothes, you could tell that they were rich people, but they did not immediately rush to beg.

They have already seen the indifferent attitude of rich people towards them.

Therefore, sometimes they would not run up to beg at all. In addition, due to the cold aura emanating from Dongfang Bingwu and Dibeicheng, some of them did not dare to approach.

Dongfang Bingwu looked at the people on the ground and frowned deeply. Dongchuan Country was not poor, so why were there so many beggars? Looking at their skinny appearance, she felt that they did not meet her requirements.

This is a world of force. Without force, it is impossible to accomplish great things. However, they can do some things, not to mention that they can be trained. Not all people have never attended meetings.

"Do you think they are feasible?" Dibeicheng knew that Dongfang Bingwu was interested when he saw Dongfang Bingwu carefully looking at the people around her.

It didn't matter to him. The people who taught Rakshasa back then were all homeless people he recruited from outside. After gathering them, he gave them the most cruel and rigorous training. It was precisely because of several years of hard training that he

Let them grow up quickly. Those who have some qualifications will teach them to practice mystical power. Those without qualifications can only learn various killing techniques.

Killing is a skill. Sometimes you can still kill someone without strong mystical power. This is the truly powerful killer.

"Well, I plan to pick some people." Dongfang Bingwu said lightly. Anyway, she is now going to practice at Dongyang Academy, and she needs to train them well.

She hoped that three years later, when she went to participate in the competition Luo Cangfeng mentioned, they could grow up like her and become her capable partners.

"Do you want to live a good life?" Dongfang Bingwu walked into the crowd and scanned the people around her with her bright eyes. Then, she took out twenty golden tickets from her arms, each golden ticket was

One million gold coins.

When she just finished speaking, no one paid any attention to her until the golden ticket in her hand appeared. The originally boring people looked at the golden ticket in her hand with wide, shining eyes.

After looking at the greedy eyes of the people around him, Dongfang Bingwu sneered in his heart. Sure enough, he was only interested in money, and only having money could arouse their interest.

For these beggars, money should be the best thing to impress them.

"What do you want us to do?" Suddenly a very thin boy who looked like he was about seventeen or eighteen years old stared at Dongfang Bingwu with cold eyes and said warily. He didn't believe that someone would give them money for no reason.

Dongfang Bingwu glanced sharply at the young man who spoke, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to do anything bad. If anyone wants to live a good life, come with me."
Chapter completed!