The qi on the artifact is different from the immortal artifact, and it has divine power. Ordinary people need to recuperate for a long time when they are injured by the artifact.

What's more, Yan Mingxuan's entire leg was cut off, and the divine power of the artifact was attached to his wound. It would be even more impossible for him to recover from the first, unless there is a strong man above the Immortal King Realm to heal him.

Or, there are elixirs that specifically restore this injury.

Coincidentally, Mu Wushuang was very confident that he could refine such an immortal pill.

But she didn't say it.

She still needs to observe Yan Mingxuan again.

Although she trusts Butler Yan, it does not mean that she will trust his son unconditionally. She doesn't know whether Yan Mingxuan has the ability to make her look at him differently.

"Although Mingxuan's legs have some problems, they do not affect his training of the army."

Butler Yan spoke for his son.

Yan Mingxuan said impatiently: "I won't stay in this small place in Bansha City."

"Why are you disobedient?"

Butler Yan was very angry.

Mu Wushuang smiled and stopped Butler Yan and said, "Let me talk to Brother Yan first."

Butler Yan nodded and went out with Li Yan, leaving the space for her and Yan Mingxuan.

As soon as they left, Yan Mingxuan said directly:

"Miss Mu, although my legs are broken and my cultivation has also fallen, I still have great ambitions. My abilities need a larger stage to display. Although I am arrogant, I don't have real skills. I won't say such things. So, I'm sorry, I won't stay in Bansha City to train you a small army of hundreds of people."

"Hundreds of people?" Mu Wushuang smiled: "You may have a misunderstanding of the army I want to build. What is the army of a hundred people? At least 20,000 or 30,000 can be called an army."

"Twenty or three thousand?" Yan Mingxuan looked at her in surprise, and then smiled and said, "Miss Mu, stop joking. The entire half-sand city has a population of only 40,000 to 50,000 people."

"To be precise, excluding the elderly, weak, women and children, there are a total of 38,000 people." She said.

"What do you mean? Could it be that you want the monks of the entire Half Sand City to join your army? How is this possible? It's simply a whimsical idea!"

Yan Mingxuan shook his head and said.

According to his father, this female spiritual cultivation was excellent, but in his opinion, she was just an arrogant person.

Mu Wushuang was very calm:

“As long as you have money, nothing is impossible.”

As long as you join the army and give a lot of benefits, someone will snatch your head and come in.

Moreover, she has built more than 30,000 to 40,000 troops!

As long as there are enough Xuanling stones, can't she attract people from the demon world?

As for how to train your heartfeltness, you naturally have to find someone with ability. It depends on whether Yan Mingxuan is a person with ability!

Yan Mingxuan also understands that money is omnipotent, but...

"Miss Mu, you may not understand at all. How much Xuanling Stone is required to build an army? What's more, if you want to attract people to join in wholeheartedly, it will only increase the cost!"

As he said that, he calculated the 10,000 troops, where to spend money, and how much Xuanling Stones they had to spend every day, and gave Mu Wushuang an example, trying to dispel her unrealistic idea of ​​establishing an army.

"...About it, ten thousand people will spend at least one thousand top-grade Xuanling Stones a day!"

He said.

Mu Wushuang nodded: "It's okay, it's a little less than I thought."

After all, the little nine-headed bird has to eat a thousand top-grade Xuanling Stones a day.

After hearing what he said carefully, she felt that he was indeed a little capable.

Yan Mingxuan shook her head, thinking that she was a stubborn duck.

"Thirty thousand people are 3,000 a day, and ninety thousand top-grade Xuanling Stones are 90,000 top-grade Xuanling Stones in a month! There are more than one million top-grade Xuanling Stones in a year!"

Seeing that Mu Wushuang still had no expression on his face, he frowned and said:

"Just this was just the expense of the army's food and drinks! If everyone pays the monthly salary for fifty top-grade Xuanling Stones every month, it will be 1.5 million per month, and 18 million top-grade Xuanling Stones in a year! Of course, you can reduce it to 30 yuan, but there must be limited people who are willing to join. Don't think that everyone in Bansha City will join."

Although the number of thirty top-grade Xuanling Stones is quite large, and there are 30,000 middle-grade Xuanling Stones, it is definitely too few that want to raise an army that is devoted to you.

"So, I advise you to give up this idea quickly. You can't afford to support the army..."

"One hundred yuan."

Mu Wushuang said suddenly.

"What?" Yan Mingxuan looked at her in confusion.

"I mean, everyone's monthly salary has increased to 100 top-grade Xuanling Stones. There will be additional rewards during the holidays. Those who make military contributions will be rewarded more."

She looked into Yan Mingxuan's eyes and said slowly.

Yan Mingxuan only found it absurd. As far as he knew, all her Xuanling stones were used to buy a fairy pill and a seed of the medicine. How could she have the courage and confidence to say these words?

A person's monthly salary of 100,000 yuan is equivalent to a mid-grade Xuanling Stone. It is as big as Qiankun City. The monthly salary of the mansion soldiers raised is only 40 or 50 yuan. She actually said it doubled! Isn't it ridiculous?

In a year, the monthly salary of 36 million is the highest-grade Xuanling Stone. Does she think she can afford it?

To be honest, Yan Mingxuan's heart was filled with disappointment at this time.

He had already returned to Bansha City, but he still had a glimmer of hope.

But when he saw Mu Wushuang for the first time, he felt that she was too young, and now he was even more disappointed, thinking that she was too arrogant and absurd and unrealistic.

"Sorry, I'm going to go back to Qiankun City."

Yan Mingxuan stood up in disappointment and prepared to walk out.

Mu Wushuang said calmly:

"Qiankun City is your sad place. You can't make a big fortune when you go back. No one will offend the son of the city lord's family for a half-disabled person."

Yan Mingxuan stopped, and Mu Wushuang's words undoubtedly hit his sore spot.

"Are you laughing at me? You want to keep me there? It's a pity that you made the wrong plan."

"No, it's the opposite." Mu Wushuang said with a curl of his lips:

"Don't you want to restore your cultivation, raise your legs, make achievements, and then fight back? How do others bully you, you should return it thousands or hundreds of times."

Yan Mingxuan clenched his fists, why didn’t he want to return it?

However, the man was high above him, like an ant being stepped into the mud on the ground, facing the other party was like a striking tree!

His fist was loosened weakly, and his whole aura became decadent.

"Do you think you can't do it? Yes, with your ability, you can't do it."

Mu Wushuang's words were like stabbing him again.

But she changed her voice and her tone was confident, as if she had a magical power:

"But I can help you and make you easily revenge!"
Chapter completed!