There are many people in the center of the palace at the moment. There are two rows of white stone chairs with dozens of people sitting in each chair, and that stone chair is especially huge and almost a stone bed. There is also a person sitting there. It seems that it is the leader of these people.

If you have his brother, you will be surprised at this time that there are many Godsworn Jiedan in this seemingly ordinary Baitou Mountain.
The man who sits at the first place has the highest momentum, but it turns out that he is a monk at the peak of Jiedan, while the other 20 people, especially the first four people, are monks of Jiedan Master, two monks in the middle of Jiedan and two monks in the early stage of Jiedan.
At this time, these people seem to be the highest seated monk in the deliberation. A middle-aged man with a slightly vicissitudes of life has a very ordinary face and gray temples. His place is somewhat corresponding
This man looks like the person in charge doesn’t know what to think at this time, and his face is full of hesitation.
Party a group of people looking at is a face of anxiety, the forefront of a knot Dan metaphase friar first can’t help but together to the first middle-aged vicissitudes of life said.
"Don’t hesitate, Mountain Master. I’ve been waiting for the white-headed bandits to hide their strength for ten years. Now it’s not difficult to fight a territory several times larger than it is now, and it’s hard to suffer from this white-headed mountain again."
"Yes, Lord Shanten years ago, you let us secretly develop our strength. Up to now, there are nearly a thousand white-headed bandits. Lord Shanding, you don’t say that compared with the four giants, it would be too wronged for our brothers to continue to suffer from this bird mountain."
"Don’t hesitate, mountain owner. We stayed in Bird Mountain for ten years, and the drying-up speed of Zhonglingshi vein has accelerated during this period. I don’t know how much. If we don’t go and wait for the vein to dry up, brothers will have to drink northwest wind, and then we will be in big trouble."
Perhaps the last person spoke without saying a word. The vicissitudes of life middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang, an old man who had never spoken. This old man was also in the middle of the Dan period, but he looked very old. He had a pinch of goatee with a wrinkled face and a pair of small eyes, all of which flashed to make people know that he was a dog meat strategist.
"What do you think, tout?"
The old man seems to have been waiting for the vicissitudes of middle-aged people to ask questions and then he got up slowly and pretended to shake a feather fan in his hand and said
"Now there will be chaos in the Thousand Mines Vein, and I don’t know how to offend the four major forces six months ago. If it weren’t for the personal fame of the iron-turned old man, he would have fought six months ago. Some time ago, the iron-turned old man hit Yuan Ying’s peak and failed. The four major forces are stirring again. It seems that this time it must be the law to avoid the four major forces and the Thousand Mines Vein will definitely be in chaos. A big turmoil is coming, but .."
When it comes to the end, the old man deliberately glanced around and longed for anxious eyes before he was satisfied to continue.
"The four forces are more powerful than the Qianbao League, but it is not a provincial oil lamp. The war between the two will inevitably involve the whole Qiankuang vein. When the time comes, I will be afraid that even those neutral hills or scattered repairs will be lucky. If we are ordinary mountain bandits, we will naturally hide as far as we can, but we are different. Even the four forces and Qianbao League will definitely ignore it. In other words, this great turmoil may be the opportunity for our white-headed bandits to greatly expand."
"The old master of the mountain also thinks that this Baitou Mountain is not suitable for staying any longer. It’s time to show his strength."
When the last sentence was finished, the old man obviously felt that the atmosphere in the palace became more enthusiastic. Around a dozen roads, his eyes were all worshipping Pei, and even the man next to Tong Jie Dan looked at him with a face of Pei.
Just like the head strategist, people feel these eyes. The old man immediately feels a little high.
Chapter two hundred Exhaustion
The mountain is hundreds of feet high, but the top of the wooded mountain is quite strange. The name of this mountain, Baitou Mountain, is famous for a vein of Zhonglingshi. Fiona Fang is thousands of miles away. In the last ten years, Baitou Mountain has been occupied by a group of bandits and monks.
"Don’t hesitate about the mountain!"
In a white palace on the top of Baitou Mountain, 20 people knelt on the ground, and a big man was anxious to sit in the first vicissitudes of life and said to the middle-aged man.
Don’t say these people are the high-level leaders of the group of bandits and monks who occupy Baitou Mountain. The vicissitudes of middle-aged people’s temples are gray, showing a horrible momentum. This person is the Baitou Mountain, and now the owner is also a mountain with hundreds of thousands of white-headed bandits. The leader is the mountain owner.
"Alas, I don’t know what you think, but it should be noted that once there is a real war, my white-headed bandits can’t do it now. The four major forces and Qianbao Alliance are afraid of becoming cannon fodder on both sides if they are not careful. I don’t know how to die. If we leave Baitou Mountain and rely on that Lingshi vein, we can be immune. Besides, if I repair the peak of Dan, it will be much easier for Yuanying to shelter your brothers at that time."
After all the talk, the middle-aged man still hasn’t made up his mind, but before he can finish his retort, he will have a population in his hand immediately.
"Don’t the mountain master know that I’m in Baitou Mountain, and the spirit vein in the middle of the stone has dried up quickly and somehow, which could have made us afraid that we can’t hold on to it for another 20 years now?"
Speaking is a thin monk, who also has a knot. In the early days of Dan’s repair, he held an abacus-like weapon, and the glittering beads flashed, and he knew that they were nothing.
As soon as this monk finished speaking, he sat down at first, and the middle-aged man’s face changed slightly, and his snow-colored eyebrows frowned fiercely.
"What quickly take me to see!"
The vicissitudes of life middle-aged people feel a surge of anger in their hearts. He doesn’t want to go to the mountain to strengthen his power now, because he has reached the peak of Jiedan and reached the critical point, and he can be promoted to Yuanying by one step, and then he can become a hegemon. No one dares to provoke him easily.
The condition for his promotion to Yuanying is that he has enough aura to support a vein of Lingshi. He had almost decided that he could become a brother of Yuanying, but who knew that at this time, he actually got news that his vein of Lingshi was going to dry up.
Seeing that Yuan Ying’s realm is almost gone, the Lord of Baitoushan naturally cannot hide his disappointment and anger.
A group of people flew out of the palace and threw twenty-one rays at the mountainside of Baitou Mountain.
A big dark hole appeared on the mountainside of Baitou Mountain, where one side was at the end of the flat ground, and the other side was strong and muscular. Some big men sat chatting and talking recklessly, which made the place seem a little noisy. These big men were littered with tools such as hoes and pickaxes.
This is the Baitoushan mine. Those big men are mortals who have been caught by white-headed bandits to mine. If they go here, they must be very busy. These big men have no rest at all. They have to dig out ore from that mine and carry it out.
"Hum"
A thunder sounded like a cold hum, and they chatted outside the mine. Those mortals had no resistance, and all of them fainted when they heard the cold hum.
Twenty-one figures stood outside the mine, and the middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life had a face of anger. There was almost an uncontrollable flame flashing in his eyes.
There are not only those mortals here, but also seven monks in the realm of building foundations. They used to talk and practice by their own sides. These seven people were also shocked by the cold hum, and they finally woke up and were about to be furious when they saw the twenty-one people in the middle, especially the middle-aged people who had experienced vicissitudes in the front. These seven people all changed their faces.