More than 3,000 monks were walking on the empty grassland, and their morale was extremely low.

After leaving the Light Sect, he entered the beast spirit realm with a strong aura and his queue was tight, but now he was thrown away his armor and was in a mess.

An extremely tragic defeat, nearly 40% of the casualties, every monk has a fellow disciple, friend, and brother died in the mountains and forests, and became a thing in the belly of a monster...

Sadness permeates the sky above the team, and the emotion of despair exists in the hearts of every monk.

The Light Gate was destroyed and the attack failed. This hunting was no different from failure. Will everyone be trapped here and never return to the Feihuang Realm? Many monks were worried.

Although the shopkeeper Li Pingbo swore that the Iron Sword Sect had laid a spiritual land for everyone and that everyone had a foundation to attack and defend, most people were skeptical.

"Our army of more than 5,000 cannot win a piece of spiritual land. There are only 200 scattered cultivators in the Iron Sword Sect, and there are not even one monk in the late stage of foundation building. Why can they seize a piece of spiritual land?" Some monk said disdainfully.

"That's right, the head of the Iron Sword Sect has only been in the Qi Refining Stage, which is not much different from the waste. The only two remaining late-stage elders of the Foundation Establishment stage are still fighting for the Chamber of Commerce in the mountains and forests. Who would believe that they have won the spiritual land?"

"Maybe it was the excuse that the shopkeeper was looking for to withdraw from the mountains and forests. After all, we can no longer fight and have to retreat. But retreating directly is like admitting that the hunting failed. With this excuse, at least the retreat is legitimate."

The monks directly under the Chamber of Commerce were better, and they just marched silently all the way. The various sects and casual cultivators walked and discussed, full of doubts about the Wuzhou Chamber of Commerce. The managers of the various sects did not restrain the disciples and allowed them to talk and vent, because they themselves were also full of pessimism.

As a great monk in the Golden Elixir stage, Li Pingbo's hearing is far beyond ordinary people, so he can naturally hear the comments, but he is helpless now. Forced to suppress it? When he was defeated, his prestige had already dropped to the extreme. If he suppressed it again, he would inevitably be strongly rebounded by the monks, and it would be really over.

Li Pingbo knew that if he wanted to regain his morale, he must give the monks some confidence instead of forcibly suppressing it. I hope that everything in Gushan would be like Xiong Xian said, and it was a real spiritual land.

In this kind of casual pessimistic mood, a group of more than 3,000 monks traveled through the grassland to the foot of the Gushan Mountain, and then they were stunned.

Forty or fifty people lined up in two rows to greet the small lake outside the woods, each holding a flag made of unknown cloth in his hand.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang" and "Bang" three signal talismans shot into the air and exploded one after another, and then the number of forty or fifty people waved the flags in their hands at the same time.

"Welcome, welcome the army to Gushan."

"Welcome, welcome the army to Gushan."

Dozens of people shouted in unison, and the slogans were shouting, and the defeated soldiers stopped and looked at each other. They didn't know what was going on with the people from the Iron Sword Sect opposite!

"What are you doing?" Li Pingbo frowned and said to Qian Ziwang, a deacon who came over.

Qian Ziwang smiled bitterly and said, "President Zhang said that the morale of the army's retreat will inevitably be depressed, and he tried to cheer everyone up."

"Fuck!" Li Pingbo waved his hand and took the lead to continue walking forward. After being fucked like this, his messy heart unknowingly relaxed a little.

"Welcome the shopkeeper to Gushan!" Zhang Xu stood in front of the team and smiled brightly at Li Pingbo.

Looking at the young and handsome head of the Iron Sword Sect in front of him, Li Pingbo's eyes showed a complex look.

"Thank you for your hard work, Chief Zhang."

"No, no, no, no," Zhang Xu smiled and said: "It depends entirely on the boss's command and proper planning, and sending peak foundation-building monks to reinforce at critical moments. Only then can our Iron Sword Sect successfully attack Gushan and obtain Gushan Spirit Land for our army!"

Hum? Li Pingbo was stunned and looked at Zhang Xu with suspicion.

Zhang Xu continued to flatter as if he didn't see Li Pingbo's expression, and pushed all the credit for capturing Gushan to Li Pingbo.

"President Zhang, what's going on with the reinforcements?" As Zhang Xu spoke, the Chamber of Commerce and the managers of various sects behind Li Pingbo were listening with your ears on his ears. Luo Shengwen, the head of the Haisha League, couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you know, Lord Luo? Just a few days ago, the shopkeeper was afraid that my Iron Sword Sect was not strong enough to capture Gushan, so he specially sent Xiong Xian, the peak foundation-building monk, to reinforce. It was with the help of Elder Xiong that my Iron Sword Sect killed the Eagle King and successfully conquered Gushan." Zhang Xu said with a smile.

"oh."

Some people finally remembered that just a few days ago, Xiong Xian, the peak foundation-building monk at the Chamber of Commerce, did disappear for a while, but it turned out that he was sent to Gushan by Li Pingbo.

Of course, there are several people who know the inside story of Xiong Xian coming to Gushan, such as Zhu Kun and Qian Ziwang, but these people naturally would not come forward to explain, because they all understood that Zhang Xu's intention was to push the credit on Li Pingbo to increase Li Pingbo's prestige among the monks and increase the morale of the defeated soldiers.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Xu's words, many monks nodded slightly and looked at Li Pingbo with a slightly different look.

"Everyone, by the order of the shopkeeper, my Iron Sword Sect has prepared food for you. The best prairie yellow sheep, elk and bison are cooked fragrantly and are waiting for everyone to enjoy!"

Zhang Xu continued to shout loudly, without saying anything, the monks had approached the woods at this moment, and they all smelled the aroma of barbecue, and their index fingers blew out.

It's a pity that these people were fighting with the beast army in the mountains and forests for more than a month, and were always worried about the beast army's attacks. They had no time to make anything delicious. The monster's corpses were roasted and eaten a lot, but they were all roasted and half-baked and had no taste.

With Zhang Xu's enthusiasm, the monks rushed out into the woods and saw more than ten large pots lined up, each with steaming hot and fragrant smell coming. Not far away, there were dozens of bonfires, and each bonfire was full of cattle and sheep.

Without more people, these defeated soldiers rushed in and feasted around the big pot and bonfire.

Eating barbecue, drinking fragrant broth, delicious food, and having a sense of security like home, almost leaving many monks crying.

At this moment, they seemed to have a home feeling. When everyone in the Iron Sword Sect looked like relatives, no one despised these casual cultivators anymore, and no one laughed at the useless leader.
Chapter completed!