C71 He Crazily Slapped Little Fatty

"Fatty, tell me the situation. " Lei Tong said. The little fatty rubbed his head awkwardly and laughed foolishly. "Boss, I've been in seclusion to break through recently. This, I'm not too sure about the specific situation either"

"I just know that you're not someone who can be in charge. " Lei Tong felt helpless and looked at Nangong Bumie. Nangong Bumie simply turned his head to the side and pretended not to see anything.

"Boss, let me say it. " Lu Xiaoya smiled charmingly and said, "Our Immortal God Palace has a total of 108,000 disciples, of which 105,000 are at the Qi Refining stage, 2500 are at the Foundation Establishment stage, 300 are Golden Core deacons, and 42 are at the Nascent Soul stage. "

"So many. . . Why are there so many worshippers?" Lei Tong frowned.

"These are the friends of the consecrates. They came here because of the fame. Don't worry, they have already sworn on the Promise Book with their blood. There won't be any problem. " The little fatty quickly said.

"How do you know that there aren't any higher level cultivators here?" Lei Tong said with a serious expression, "In the future, this kind of situation must be prohibited. Although they were worshippers, they were also captives and did not have the full strength to recruit new worshippers. Go and call them over. I want to take a look. "

After the little fatty left, Nangong Bumie whispered," Boss, is there anything you are worried about? "

"To be honest, I am not worried at all. This little fatty was not reliable at all. He wanted to see what the situation on the mountain was like. Does he really think he is the king of the mountain? Retrieve everyone. " Lei Tong said angrily, "I really want to give him a good beating. "

"Boss, count me in. I want to give him a good beating too. "

"Is Little Fatty so hateful now?" Lei Tong's eyes were strange as he laughed.

"Boss, you don't know. This kid doesn't know what kind of cultivation technique he cultivates. Recently, he has been very good at eating. A person can eat at least a dozen or twenty. Let's not talk about it. This time, he has broken through, and he has taken over the allocation of Xiaoya and me. " Nangong complained in confusion.

"Distribution? Are we really poor now?" Lei Tong asked curiously.

"Not very poor, but not rich either. We have a hundred thousand disciples now. That's a hundred thousand mouths. It's a huge consumption of energy every day. . . " Nangong Bumie started pouring bitter water on Lei Tong.

"Ai! It's really hard on you all. It seems like you really aren't the materials to manage a sect. Xiaoya, do you know that among our hundred thousand disciples, are there any special talents that are good at management, business, and mingling in the secular world? There are so many people that need to be managed properly, and we can't just sit around and do nothing. "

"This. . . I think there are a few of them. " Lu Xiaoya thought for a while and said, "It is just that their strength is low, so their strength is not high. "

"Yes, you have troubled me. " Lei Tong nodded and said. "Give them more tasks and nurture them well. In addition, you can send people to walk around more often when they die. After all, where is the population of the secular world? There will always be a lot of talents. "

"Boss, we are all cultivators. If we get some ordinary people to manage them, I'm afraid it'll be hard to convince the masses. " Nangong Bumie reminded. Lei Tong smiled. His eyes were sharp and cold as he said, "In our Immortal God Palace, we don't need to convince the masses. Whoever I say can do it, it will do. Even if it can't be done, it can also be done. Whoever I say can't do it, I won't do it. It doesn't matter if it works or not. Hmph hmph, you can't deny it. "

" This, boss, I'm afraid there will be trouble if we do this. "

"Trouble, what kind of trouble will there be? What do you think I'm recruiting so many people for? Do you think I'm the one who confessed? Could it be that I have too many free Spirit Stones and I'm burning my head until I'm dizzy? What we need to nurture and build is a powerful team that can fight at any time, a disciplined and disciplined army that can sweep away everything in its path - an army of cultivators. "

For some reason, Nangong Bumie suddenly felt a terrifying murderous aura rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but shiver. He suddenly realized that he actually didn't understand Lei Tong.

Not long after, the little fatty brought a group of people over. Good fellow, this group of people were tall, short, fat, young and old. They were almost all there.

"Boss, there's a total of forty-two consecrates. Forty people came. "

"What's the matter with the two who didn't come?"

"Master Qian and Master Ge have sent a message saying that they are in seclusion and cannot come"

"In seclusion? They are about to break through?" Lei Tong asked plainly, "What contribution have they made to the sect? Did they use the sect's resources?"

"This. . . Consecrate ten thousand Spirit Stones per month, and four portions of Ao Gu Powder per month. "

"Who set the rules?"

"The proposals suggested this together. The few of us felt that it was reasonable, so we agreed. " The little fatty saw that Lei Tong's expression was not good, and his voice became lower and lower.

The group of sinecures also felt that the atmosphere was not right, especially the twenty sinecures controlled by Lei Tong. All of them were silent like cicadas in winter. They knew very well that these newly arrived reverends were introduced by them. Their purpose was only clear to them.

"They all took it?" Lei Tong's voice didn't change, but his face was as gloomy as water.

"All of them, all of them. " The little fatty felt his mouth go dry, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty.

"Then tell me, what kind of contributions have these great reverends made? Did they find any resources for the sect, or did they contribute precious resources, or did they repel the attacks of those enemies? "

"No, no, no. "

"Lei Tong suddenly raised his hand and slapped the little fatty. The little fatty spun three times on the spot.

"Do you know why I hit you?" Lei Tong asked coldly.

"Yes, I know. " The little fatty covered his face and said with a wronged expression.

"I know, I know," Lei Tong said as he nodded. "Since you know, then tell me why I hit you. "

"I. . . I acted on my own accord. No, I shouldn't have agreed to give those reverends such high treatment. " The little fatty said in a low voice.

"Pa, Pa, Pa!" Lei Tong slapped the small plate three times in a row. Finally, he kicked him to the ground and said, "This is what you know? Do you think that I will take the initiative to hit you because of you? Just based on your words, You deserve to be hit. I thought you were smart, but I didn't expect you to have a pig head. Let me tell you. Remember, I'll hit you. It's because you're not dead yet. "

"You're not convinced, are you? You don't understand, do you?" Lei Tong stretched out his hand and poked the little fatty's head with his finger, then pointed at the twenty cultivators who were first taken as worshippers by Lei Tong. Who are they? They used to be our enemies. What do you think? Now that they have become our worshippers, they have become our own people? Don't hate us anymore? Wrong. Absolutely wrong. Some people are even more ruthless to us than before. They would only be happy if they wished that we were all dead. You took away all the people introduced by the enemy just like that? Are you stupid? You even f * cking worshipped them like your ancestors. How could you have lived until now? It's truly a miracle. "

"I. . . " When Lei Tong said this, the little fatty immediately broke out in a layer of white sweat. He wasn't a stupid person to begin with. "Boss, I was wrong. " The little fatty knelt down in front of Lei Tong with a puff.

"Hmph, this won't happen again. If there's a next time, you can leave by yourself. "

"Yes. " The little fatty drooped his head listlessly. He stood by the side with a face full of guilt, not daring to raise his head. Lei Tong no longer paid attention to the little fatty. Instead, he looked at the forty reverends. A cold light flickered in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, the terrifying aura that caused everyone to feel a chill pressed down on them, making them unable to breathe. This was a kind of psychological pressure.

"You all saw what happened just now. Tell me, how should I deal with this matter?"