Zheng Jiu didn't talk nonsense, walked quickly to the fat man, and stretched out his hand to grab Deacon Zhang, as if a ball of wind was pulled out by Zheng Jiu, and a painful look appeared on Deacon Zhang's face.

opened his eyes, looked at the fat man, was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to pounce, but he couldn't do this action at all, as soon as he raised his hand and body to the fat man, he didn't listen to the control at all, just shook it, and poked his mouth directly on the ground.

The fat man felt pain when he looked at it, and shook his head and moved closer.

"Tut-tut, how about after the pain, are you much more sober?"

Deacon Zhang looked at the fat man, with a look of vigilance, and then his eyes fell on Zheng Jiu's body, the most dangerous person was this person, he was no longer the previous babble.

"What do you want to do?"

The fat man grinned his teeth, patted the two people guarding the door, and quickly sent a chair, the fat man sat down directly, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at Deacon Zhang who was lying on the ground.

"I told you before, our sect is on the island, and we haven't been to the mainland for fifty years, so I don't know what happened here, so you tell me about your Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, as well as the situation of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Sanqing Sect, the more detailed the better. ”

Deacon Zhang spent a long time trying to lift his face off the ground, such an action was so tired that he was constantly wheezing, and now he couldn't move his hands and feet, and the work was enough to choke.

With a horizontal heart, he gritted his teeth and looked at the fat man.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't know anything, there is a kind of kill me! One day, the people of my Ten Thousand Buddha Sect will destroy this Ethereal Sect and all your islands, and someone will eventually avenge me. ”

The fat man stretched out his little finger, squinted, and plucked out his ears, looking leisurely, as if what Deacon Zhang said was ridiculous, laughing, blowing his nails.

"Such loyalty is worthy of admiration, or shall we fulfill him?"

Zheng Jiu walked over with his arms crossed, waiting for the fat man's orders.

"How?"

Deacon Zhang paused, and saw the fat man stand up slowly, staggered to Deacon Zhang, circled, and then returned to his seat.

"Kill it like this, I haven't played enough, or Xiaojiu, you can help me slice his fingers, last time you said that your wind blade is no worse than the blade, I haven't seen it yet, give me a show, anyway, the one who is going to die, don't waste it!"

Deacon Zhang shuddered, sliced?

Or with the wind blade!

Before he could think about it, Zheng Jiu had already begun to seriously look at Deacon Zhang's hand, the rootless fingers on his fat palm were like iron pestles, short and thick.

"Trouble! It's still a piece of meat, the limbs are still on the body, and the strength of the wind blade to cut the bones is not easy to control!"

Zheng Jiu's words made Deacon Zhang feel like falling into an ice cave in an instant, he didn't say that this thing was cruel or not, he just felt a little troublesome, cutting his fingers or cutting meat, everywhere was on his body, wasn't this painful death?

The fat man was not happy, and raised his hand and shook his finger towards Zheng Jiu.

"That's not possible, I'll die in a few clicks, and I'll have to play for a few more days!"

Deacon Zhang shuddered and coughed twice, but he didn't interrupt the conversation between the fat man and Zheng Jiu at all, and he was a little anxious at this time, and yelled at the fat man:

"If you want to ask something, hurry up and ask!"

The fat man frowned and looked at Deacon Zhang, his face looked a little frustrated, this was just the beginning, and he confessed before he could do it, it was too unchallenging.

"I said your backbone, didn't you want me to kill you just now, finally I told our sect master, if you don't cooperate, you can play with me!"

Deacon Zhang shuddered, and his face turned a little white, because all he saw on the fat man's face was chagrin, and the powerful lord behind him didn't give himself a look.

What does this mean, it goes without saying, the questioning just now is just a formality, as if they are just waiting for their tough confrontation here, so that they can do whatever they want.

Thinking of the strength of these people, Deacon Zhang shuddered, stared at the fat man and said:

"I said, my name is Zhang Fanchang, I know the layout of the sect, there are more than 200 disciples in our sect, and I originally went back every time I had a meeting at the end of the month, but there are not many people who have gone back recently, almost eighty percent. ”

The fat man sat down and rolled his eyes at Zhang Fanchang.

"How much more than 200 is more?"

"More than two hundred and thirty, after all, there are outer disciples who have transferred in, there is no constant number for this, and it is not necessary every time I go to the sect. ”

The fat man raised an eyebrow.

"Everyone is like you, they are in charge of one sect, or how many sects?"

"A medium-sized sect like the Ethereal Sect is all in charge of one person, and a large sect is usually two or three people in charge, but it's just ......"

The fat man's face looked impatient, and he stood up at once.

"That's all this nonsense, if there is a key point, if there is no key, I will go back, I don't have time to chat with you here!"

Deacon Zhang was a little anxious, his lips trembled and he looked at the fat man, the fear of death is not as big as this, after all, if such torture is to be prolonged from the beginning, then I don't know how long it can be ravaged.

"Critical ...... Key ...... I know some, our sect master and the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect have a lot of discord, because of the competition for the resources of the two sects before, there have been big fights, not to mention the war in the past two years, but also to see each other lively.

As for those old ways of the Sanqing Sect, it is not a big deal to see the excitement, their spells are very powerful, and some demon clans are always put into the territory of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect, disturbing us not to live in peace, and the children of the sect are also damaged. ”

The fat man raised his eyebrows, it's not too good to be in harmony!

"You Ten Thousand Buddha Sects are all monks, and the Sanqing Sect are all old Taoists, what about the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Having said so much, Zhang Fanchang has lost his previous embarrassment and shame, after all, it is also said that it is okay to have a good time, if he is tortured for ten days and half a month, it is really too miserable, and those two sects have nothing to do with him.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect is all dressed in red, known as the descendant of the Eagle God, so they all have a flying eagle embroidered on their bodies, in fact, we all learned from the Heavenly Sword Sect to plunder women, they use women as a furnace for practice, anyway, I don't know the specifics.

Although we are called the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, there are not many monks, I am even the middle and lower level, but there are not many masters, if we say the strength of the three sects, we are the strongest, followed by the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the worst is the Three Qing Sect.

You guys...... What are you asking all this for?"

The fat man sneered and tilted his head to look at Zhang Fanchang.

"Our sect master's thoughts, how can we know, but it's annoying to see these three sects suddenly appear, a good world, to make it like this, but in fifty years, how can the sky change!"

Zhang Fanchang grew his mouth, but he was not surprised at all by these words, because he saw the strength, and the person on the back of the bird almost didn't make a move, but these people easily caught themselves, and their strength should not be underestimated.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fanchang wilted and let himself lean against the wall.

"Are the three sects going to disappear like this?"

The fat man didn't answer the sentence, just squatted down again.

"Forty years ago, these three sects suddenly rose at the same time, do you know the reason?"

Zhang Fanchang paused, as if thinking, the fat man was not in a hurry, pulled the chair closer, Zheng Jiu didn't care about it before, leaned against the pillar, and looked at Zhang Fanchang.

"That's because I haven't entered the sect yet, but I've also heard some senior brothers mention that it is said that the three sects were selected by the immortals who had thorns and flying eagles on their hands, and then they began to teach them to cultivate separately, and then the three sects rose rapidly, and they formed a scale in almost less than a year.

Originally, the four sects and three sects of this world, Zhengyang Sect, Sword Sect, Qishan Sect, Xuantian Sect, Shennong Gate, Nangong Gate, and Yunxiao Gate, were destroyed almost overnight forty years ago, but those senior brothers said that this was the participation of the immortals.

It's just that after that, the Immortals came over every five years and took away the spirit stones we collected and some immortal herb pills.

However, they didn't come over in the last five-year period, and then the three major sects began to have problems, and now they have long been separated, and even want to eat away. ”