Chen Chu said: "This is Mr. Zhuge's famous battle. We have plenty of money. We can buy tens of thousands of cattle and use the mad cow formation to kill the enemy.

With this mad cow formation, I know for sure, how many cows can you control at one time?”

Ban Si Niang said: "With my current skills, I can control a thousand cows at a time. If I control it once, I have to rest for a day before I can control it next time. The control technique consumes a lot of cultivation and skills."

Chen Chu said: "A thousand is not a lot. The consumption of skill is not a big deal. I will send you 10 female disciples from the Qiankun Sect when the time comes.

You just cast spells, and the ten of them are here to transfer their power to you. With the cultivation of these ten of them, you can control ten thousand cows without any problem."

The fourteenth mother of the class said: "Then they gave me all their cultivation. What will they do? Can they agree? After all, cultivation is accumulated bit by bit. If they lose their cultivation, I'm afraid they won't agree."

Chen Chu said: "Losing some cultivation is nothing. It is better than fighting the enemy desperately. As long as you can survive, you can slowly gain back the lost cultivation.

I will not let my disciples risk their lives. Our Qiankun Sect cannot allow one person to die, just these 150 people. If a group of Qiankun Sect dies, the Qiankun Sect will wither."

When Chen Chu said this, he looked at the female disciples of Qiankun Sect in the distance, who were distributing food and drinks to 500 armored warriors. The smiles on their faces were the most sincere words.

The elven armor warrior also had a happy smile on his face. Although he couldn't understand the language, many elves were talking to the female disciples of Qiankun Sect.

They were chatting happily and laughing. Chen Chu knew that sometimes men and women don’t need to know what she is talking about. He can just look at her eyes and know what she means.

Chen Chu said: "I will not let any of them die. As long as I am still alive, I will make them smile happily every day. By the way, I want to discuss something with you.

At that time, hundreds of beautiful elf gentlemen will be separated and reserved for the female disciples of my sect. After all, you already have tens of thousands of elf gentlemen, so you are not short of these hundreds of people. You can't be so stingy, right?"

The fourteenth lady of the class said: "My lord, you are joking. I only need more than ten thousand. I can't eat any more."

Chen Chu opened his mouth in surprise and said, "I said tens of thousands of elf gentlemen would be given to you. I just said it casually, just as a joke. Can you really eat 1 elf gentlemen?"

Ban Si Niang smiled mysteriously, licked her lips, and said nothing. Chen Chu felt excited all over and remembered an old saying,

Thousands of people ride on thousands of people. There really is such a person. He is indeed a thousand-year-old vixen. This mother is really a big disaster!

Chen Chu covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "How many gentlemen have you harmed? Don't worry, I don't blame you. Tell me, I just want to hear the gossip."

The fourteenth mother of the class said: "Back to my lord, I really don't remember. I have conservatively estimated that I have earned more than one hundred thousand in my fourteenth life."

Chen Chu nodded and said: "That's about right. There are only a few thousand people in a lifetime, which is not too many."

The fourteenth lady in class said something again, which almost made Chen Chu jump.

The fourteenth mother of the class said: "These [-] men died in my hands. If they didn't die, it would have been over a million."

Chen Chu slapped his head, "Your fucking disaster is more than the lives of a hundred thousand men, and it's the disaster of millions of men?" You motherfucker is such a pest!

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