Occupying one area is the so-called ceding the territory to become the king and becoming one's own local overlord.

Maybe their overall strength is nothing, but within a small area, it's still quite good.

The situation at this moment is still tense.

But the most important thing is that the boat passengers are not united.

Some people are opposed to the Ning family's proposal, but some are willing to accept it.

At this moment, the old man in red robe looked at the situation on the field with confidence and said: "What are you thinking about?"

"I agree," someone said, having already taken out all the things he had harvested on the floating island.

Some people remained silent.

Seeing these people starting to compromise, the old man in red robe was not in a hurry.

At this moment, a one-armed old man walked out from the crowd.

The old man was holding a cane and walked with a limp.

Not only does he have one arm, he also seems to have trouble walking on both legs.

More importantly, this man is still blind.

"You are playing your own games, and I, an old blind man, will not participate."

The one-armed old man walked out of the crowd with a smile and a cane.

Watching the one-armed old man leave to the side.

The battle formation guards on the side were about to take action, but were restrained by the red-robed old man.

"Senior, is this a blood-drinking mad sword?" the red-robed old man concentrated his attention and asked with respect in his tone.

"You're a blood-drinking swordsman, I'm just an ordinary old man," the one-armed old man smiled and shook his head.

"Senior, there is no need to deny it," the old man in red robe replied.

"In this endless sea of ​​sky, the reputation of my predecessors is louder than that of the Great Emperor."

After hearing the words of the old man in red robe, the figure of the one-armed old man paused slightly.
Chapter completed!