"Master?" the disciple covered his face and said in confusion.

Wang Qingshan's palms were trembling.

"One hundred thousand? No, the 400 thousand cultivators rebelled?" Wang Qingshan said in shock.

Catch? It's crazy, who dares to catch it at this time? All these people are crazy. Didn't they see the roar in their eyes? As long as there is a little dissatisfaction, these people will definitely destroy the city lord's mansion. How many people are there with them?

"Everyone!" Wang Qingshan shouted.

Wang Qingshan was quite majestic. When he shouted, everyone stopped talking and looked at Wang Qingshan coldly.

"City Lord, release my brother from prison!"

"City Lord, let my grandfather come out!"

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Someone shouted, but it was soon drowned in the wave of debt.

"The Lord of the King is the best house in the world, and it will harm the people. Please let the Lord of the King of the King be the leader and return all our spirit stones!"

"Yes, Lord of the King, we want spirit stones!"

"Lord of the King City, please make the decision!"

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Everyone looked at Wang Qingshan coldly, not asking or forcing. Originally, there were only one hundred people coming, but the team grew to 10,000 in a blink of an eye, and soon, it grew to 400,000.

Not only the Sukai City, but also the hundreds of cities are facing huge disasters almost at the same time!

"I promise that I will report to the clan, handle it properly, and give everyone a satisfactory reply!" Wang Qingshan kept comforting.

At the same time, Wang Qingshan knew that he could not bear it anymore and had to come forward to suppress it. Otherwise, no one in the city lord's mansion could escape.

Four hundred thousand people, the number of people increased again, five hundred thousand and six hundred thousand.

More and more practitioners are waiting for a reply.

The lord of the Hundred Cities was inexplicably frightened-

The Dayu Tianzong, a huge palace.

The true Lord Heiyu slowly ended his work, and a faint look of joy appeared on his face.

"Sect Master, Sect Master, it's not good, it's not good!" shouted outside the hall.

"Come in!" The true Lord Heiyu looked cold.

“Hohuh!”

Suddenly, nearly a hundred people rushed into the hall while falling and creeping.

The true Lord of Heiyu narrowed his eyes.

"What's the matter? I'm in a panic?" said Heiyu Zhenjun in a deep voice.

"Sect Master, my Lantian City**, hundreds of thousands of unruly people besiege the city lord's mansion!"

"Sect Master, I will open the city first, and hundreds of thousands of unruly people will besiege the city lord's mansion!"

"Sect Master, the unruly people cholera, I......"

"Unclerical people..."

"Unforgivable!"

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It seems that the appointment has been made, and everything that everyone said is a hundred cities**.

The True Lord of Heiyu raised his eyebrows. When he reached the level of the True Lord of Heiyu, he basically did not manage hundreds of cities, because the True Lord of Heiyu had many other things to deal with.

Looking at the world and dealing with the major middle-level sects and the Great Zhen Dynasty, all the things that the Emperor Heiyu had to rack his brains.

City? Hundred cities**?

"What's going on?" The face of the Heiyu Zhenjun changed.

Although the True Lord Heiyu doesn't care about hundreds of cities, he also knows the importance of hundreds of cities and knows that something may happen.

Listening to the following narrative, the black man Heiyu frowned into the character Sichuan.
Chapter completed!