Chapter Seventy-One: The Master of the East (9)
Don't kill now, but when!
Yan Xiu raised his knife and fell, mercilessly, and went down with an axe, cutting off his head with a 'poof'.
Shan Pingyi and Qiu Shaoqun also both pulled guns from Song Fu.
As soon as the three of them, who were still a little frightened, withdrew their hands and immediately looked at Miao Yi.
Miao Yi didn't intervene, but instead cast a spell to protect a table of wine and food on the low table, so as not to be affected by the mana of several people fighting.
At this time, he unloaded his mana, sucked a glass of wine into his hand, took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and said indifferently: "The trick is complete." ”
The three of them arched their hands, quickly dodged and rushed out to the back of the hall, and disappeared.
Miao Yi only walked to the door of the main hall at this time, opened the door, stepped over the threshold, reached out and stroked the mane of the black charcoal, and looked at the moonlight outside.
His eyes were cold, but the picture he thought of was that he was holding the second child with one hand, and the third child who was crying with fear on his back, facing a group of adults who bullied the door, he was helpless under his grief and anger, and a knife was inserted into his thigh, and the blood flowed like an infusion...
"Second, third, eldest brother is sorry for you, you shouldn't have been sent into such a dangerous situation, it's all the eldest brother's fault, you have to take care, eldest brother has limited ability now, give eldest brother a little more time......" Miao Yi muttered.
The dark green beads around his neck flashed with a faint light.
Black Carbon shook his head and sneezed......
The sound of the fight here and Song Fu's mournful roar before he died lured his fellow disciples back.
Wang Zifa and Zhu Tianbiao, the two masters of the White Lotus Sanpin, flew first, and Shang Youlai, Hou Sheng, Wang Xiuqin, and Nan Sisi arrived one after another.
Yan Xiu, Shan Pingyi and Qiu Shaoqun arrived and seemed to have arrived only after hearing the movement.
A group of people wanted to enter the main hall to take a look, but they were blocked outside the main hall by Miao Yi, who was immediately shot.
Miao Yi rode across the dragon horse, holding a silver spear, and was upright on the steps at the entrance of the main hall, looking down on everyone condescendingly.
Outside the main hall, the night was low, and the stars and moon were shining.
Inside the main hall, behind Miao Yi, the bright wax torch swayed, and the visual error between light and darkness made it a little difficult to see Miao Yi's demeanor, adding a bit of mystery and majesty, and at the same time, you could feel the murderous aura from Miao Yi.
Everyone in the Blue Jade Gate, you look at me, I look at you, and finally Wang Zifa asked: "Cave Master, we seem to have heard the sound of fighting just now, as well as Senior Brother Song Fu's cry for help, dare to ask Senior Brother Song Fu if he is in the main hall!"
"Yes, but I'm already in a different place!" Miao Yi didn't hide anything, his hand hanging down next to his thigh was raised, and he lifted someone's hair in a bun, and his head was shown in his hand, and he threw it to everyone.
Everyone was frightened, and subconsciously retreated to avoid it, only to see a big head rolling and stopping at everyone's feet.
Everyone's eyes widened and they saw who else it could be if it wasn't Song Fu.
The three of Yan Xiu in the back quietly exchanged glances, and the others were all taken aback.
Prince Fa Huoran poked his fingers, pointed at Miao Yi on the steps, and said angrily: "You killed Senior Brother Song Fu?"
Miao Yi was condescending, without any emotion, and said coldly: "I ordered him to guard the mountain gate, he dared to leave his post without permission, and let people destroy my Donglai Cave Mountain Gate, I asked him if he was guilty, not only did he not know the crime, but also dared to speak disrespectfully to the master of the cave, such a madman who does not know the height of the sky, regard the orders of the master of the cave as child's play, can the master of the cave kill him!"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Zifa and the others immediately drew their swords and pointed at Miao Yi, and Wang Zifa asked sharply: "You dare to kill my Lanyumen disciple!"
"Bold!" Miao Yi shouted angrily and warned: "I don't care which sect you are disciples of, since you have joined my Donglai Cave, you should forget the concept of the sect and abide by the rules, could it be that your Blue Jade Sect wants to challenge the million-strong army under the command of the Chenlu Monarch?
The gun in his hand was pointed downward, "Song Fu is not the first White Lotus Sanpin monk to die at my hands, nor will he be Zuihou!"
The three Yan Xiu behind everyone also immediately showed their weapons and responded in unison: "Here!"
"If anyone dares to commit a crime!" Miao Yi condescendedly and pointed at Wang Zifa and Zhu Tianbiao, "These two will be handed over to me, and the other four will be left to you to solve!"
"Obey!" Shan Pingyi and Qiu Shaoqun shouted angrily with Yan Xiu, who was carrying a pair of plate axes, "Dare to kill the offender!"
This is their discussion haode, in short, Song Fu is the thorn, Miao Yi has made up his mind before, no matter what, he will kill a hundred and make an example.
The remaining Prince Fa and Zhu Tianbiao, these two White Lotus Sanpin monks, although Miao Yi was not sure to kill them, but with the help of Black Tan's feet, it was no problem to entangle these two people.
For the other four White Lotus second-grade monks, Yan Xiu, a monk of the White Lotus Third Grade, led by Shan Pingyi and Qiu Shaoqun, was also enough to deal with.
Once it really starts, after Yan Xiu and the three of them defeat these four people, they will immediately help Miao Yi deal with Wang Zifa and Zhu Tianbiao, and the certainty of victory is still very great.
The disciples of the Blue Jade Sect looked at Miao Yi who was immediately speared on the steps in front of him, and then looked back at Yan Xiu and the three of them, and immediately fell into a dilemma.
In the battle of Fuguang Cave back then, everyone as a bystander saw that Wang Zifa and Zhu Tianbiao might not be able to fight Miao Yi when they joined forces, once it dragged down, the other four disciples of the White Lotus Second Rank Cultivator faced Yan Xiu, the White Lotus Third Rank Cultivator, and led the two to attack, and the possibility of failure was very great, and they had no chance of winning this battle.
What's more, they didn't know that Song Fu's death was the result of Yan Xiu and the others joining forces, and they were secretly frightened that Miao Yi could kill Song Fu so quickly, and they couldn't help but feel worried in their hearts.
"Miao Yi is here, who dares to fight me!" Miao Yi shouted again.
"If you kill our Lanyumen disciples, the Lanyumen will ask you for an explanation. Wang Zifa said this, but he had already put down the sword in his hand and didn't dare to make a mistake, and the others slowly lowered the sword in his hand.
Seeing that the formation had been suppressed, Miao Yi snorted coldly: "I don't care about the affairs of the Blue Jade Gate, I only care about the affairs of the Donglai Cave, if you don't like staying in my Donglai Cave, even if you leave, I won't stop you, if you want to stay and listen to my orders, I won't treat you badly." From today onwards, anyone who obeys my orders from the Donglai Cave will be able to receive three grains of rice per year for the cultivation of the three grades of the White Lotus, and two grains of the second grade of the White Lotus, don't think about the one that does not obey my orders, let me get out as soon as possible!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised and stunned, even Yan Xiu and the others, because Miao Yi hadn't told them about it before.
Everyone quickly calculated in their hearts, there are almost 120,000 believers under the jurisdiction of Donglai Cave, and they can harvest about 120 Wishing Power Beads every year, hand over eighty percent, and leave two percent, that is, twenty-four grains, and now there are three White Lotus three-grade monks, who will take up nine grains, and six White Lotus second-grade monks will take up twelve grains, and twenty-four grains have gone to twenty-one grains, could it be that this cave master has worked hard to climb to this position and is willing to only give himself three grains?