Vol 2 Chapter 1074: You are fired (one more)

"That... Xia Qingchen, did you bully us and fall behind, lie to us?" A young bald man said everyone's heart.
Xia Qingchen's expression was dull: "What do I get if I lie to you?"
A group of people from the backward army, Xia Qingchen also wanted them to fail?
"Fool us for training!" The bald youth found Xia Qingchen reasonably, and became a little more daring.
"Hehe..." Xia Qingchen took a hand and smiled: "You misunderstood one thing! It's not that I begged you, but that you should beg me, don't drive you away!"
Which one of you is not a daredevil?
As soon as Xia Qingchen's words were spoken, he immediately smirked.
"Ridiculous! My Hongshan tribe does not depend on the sky and the ground, but on myself, and never asks for help!" The three strong, dark-skinned strong men walked out of the team and said, "What kind of stuff are you asking us to ask you? "
No matter how famous Xia Qingchen is, none of them can beg him!
"I don't know what we said! We came to the face to participate in the training, not treated us well, and also said that we should beg him! Let's go, our Qiuyin tribe will also go!"
"Oh, the Black Ape Tribe will not accompany you!"
"Gulu tribe says goodbye!"
...
One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the Hongshan tribe took the lead to leave, immediately prompting a large number of people to leave.
In just a few minutes, four hundred people left.
With the one hundred people who left before, there are only five hundred left on the field!
The rest of them are also hesitating, and their will is not firm.
"Let's go as soon as possible." Xia Qingchen stared at the rest of the horse, and the bald man frowned: "You said that the Xuan-level high-grade martial arts are true or false."
"Really!" Xia Qingchen said briefly.
"What martial arts let us practice together, can we tell it and let us know?" The bald man left intentionally.
He is unbelievable. Someone is willing to take out an invaluable Xuan-level high-grade martial arts and give it to a group of tribal people to practice.
"I don't have the martial arts you practice together." Xia Qingchen said.
The remaining five hundred people were in an uproar again.
"What the is going on, will there be a while, not a while, do you play us?"
"I knew he was talking nonsense!"
"Fuck, waste my feelings!"
Everyone tweeted and complained and got up and left.
However, Xia Qingchen slowly added: "I can't get the martial arts practiced by 500 people together, but I can get the martial arts practiced by 50 people together."
what?
Instead of being quiet, the boiling crowd is more noisy?
"One book for fifty people, doesn't it mean you want to produce ten books of high-grade martial arts skills? Is this impossible?"
"It's a person from Liangzhou, really bragging!"
"I don't believe one, not to mention ten?"
Many second-class families have only one Xuan-level high-quality martial arts, 10 books, that is the standard of first-class families.
But let the first-class family take out all ten books they cherish and dedicate themselves to others, unless that family wants to destroy themselves.
Without saying a word, Xia Qingchen took out a white paper scroll and threw it on the ground: "Mengxuan-level high-quality martial art "Wanliyun."
Immediately, another volume was thrown on the ground: "Disguise mysterious high-level martial art "Dream Seal"."
Then, the third volume, the fourth volume, and even the eleventh volume.
In the eleventh volume, he subconsciously prepared to throw it away, but withdrew it again: "Well, there are only five hundred people left. Ten volumes are enough."
The whole scene was quiet. The young bald man, with unbelief, picked up "Dream Seal" and opened it with a thorny attitude.
He didn't believe it. The ten volumes on the ground would really be Xuan-level high-grade martial arts. He turned and hummed in his mouth: "Don't think of us tribes as fools. I have seen Xuan-class high-grade martial arts. I can tell that. Absolutely fake..."
His words came abruptly, accompanied by lines of subtle words that came into his eyes and stuttered: "Fake... fake? Why doesn't it look like fake?"
Ok?
The rest gathered around and picked up a copy.
As the scroll unfolded, surprise sounded one after another.
"This is Xuan-level high-grade martial arts! Look at this fortune route, unique cultivation method, and marks in martial arts, it is absolutely Xuan-level high-grade martial arts!"
"Mine is also mysterious high grade!"
"This one too!"
"Oh my god, it's really mysterious martial arts of high quality. This one is mine, no robbing!"
"Damn, why do you give it to me? I have a share too!"
"That's mine!"
"Brothers, rob! Whoever robs you!" The young bald man was robbed of the "Dream Collection" in his hand, his eyes turned red immediately, and he roared, calling on his tribe to fight for it.
As soon as this remark came out, those tribal people who exercised restraint on the periphery immediately became restless and joined in the scramble.
The situation instantly lost control and evolved into a martial arts competition.
If it is not done well, it will become a scene of fratricide.
At the moment of a thousand moments, a palm print rushed into the sky, the powerful oppression shocked the air buzzing, overwhelming everyone's voice.
All of them shivered and covered their deaf ears with pain.
When the palm prints dispersed and the world returned to tranquility, only Xia Qingchen's voice was left: "You see the martial arts! Now, the second thing, follow the orders."
He stepped towards the young bald man, who was trembling in his heart, and quickly grasped the "Dreams of Dreams" that he snatched back, saying: "I, I, others rob me first."
Xia Qingchen stared at the indifference: "You, and the people of your tribe, were expelled!"
Rebellion is an attitude, which can be suppressed under strict regulations.
Fear of chaos is human nature, no one can change!
Staying with him will soon bring trouble.
The bald young man was taken aback, and said, "It's clear that someone else robbed me first."
This is indeed the case, but he was the one who caused the situation out of control.
"Come, drive out their tribe!" Xia Qingchen said lightly.
Some tribes are still hesitating. They have never been soldiers, so naturally they are not suitable to obey orders from outsiders.
It was a seemingly thin tribe. The five of them stepped forward and surrounded the bald youth: "Leave here immediately!"
The bald youth is not afraid of them, he is afraid of Xia Qingchen.
"Please give me another chance. I have reformed myself and absolutely obey your orders. Don't drive our tribe away." The bald youth said almost pleadingly.
Xia Qingchen was too lazy to say another word, grabbed the scroll in his hand, and turned indifferently.
The five tribesmen who obeyed the order immediately stepped forward to push them away from the crowd.
"Xia... Master, has been driven away." Of the five young men, what was made was a short, dark, very thin man.
Their tribe was originally out of Bai Zhantian's selection. It was the elders of the tribe who pleaded with each other and asked some young people in the tribe to go out for training and earn some money back.
Unlike the rest of the tribes, their tribes are not only poor, they are also extremely weak, and few are strong.