Yin Jiuchen is still studying in the village school.

After a blockbuster in the competition, no one dared to call him a waste material to his face. Many people who tended to be inflammatory, posted to Yin Jiuchen's side, wanting to ask for the secret of becoming stronger, but Yin Jiuchen refused one by one. He was still the same as before, only in contact with Zhongya.

What really made Yin Jiuchen happy was the change in his uncle's attitude. When he rushed back and explained to the uncle that he had won the first place in the competition, the uncle was silent for a long time before finally saying a sentence:

"It's been a hard time for you all these years. ”

Nothing is as happy as the uncle's approval, and Yin Jiuchen is about to float to the sky. Since then, Feng Moqi has ended his daily life of alcoholism, and has begun to go out frequently, getting busy, and teaching Yin Jiuchen martial arts when he has time. Yin Jiuchen could appreciate the power of these martial arts, but he didn't know who the uncle was?

There are many people who have changed their opinion of Yin Jiuchen, but there are also many people who are more hostile.

At the village chief's house, the family eats around the table.

"Brother is coming back?" Wang Tian struggled to pick up vegetables with chopsticks in his left hand, because his right hand was wrapped in a white bandage, and he was very excited after hearing the news revealed by his father, "When will my brother come back?"

"In the past few days, I have brought back some people from the sect," the village chief looked at his excited youngest son and reminded, "Remember to pay attention to your identity, be respectful to the people of the sect, and don't offend, otherwise your brother won't be able to protect you." ”

"Got it. Wang Tian replied, but he was thinking about something else in his heart.

In less than two months, Yin Jiuchen broke through to the fifth order of forging body one after another, and the improvement of the realm was very fast, and now it was late autumn, and after the New Year, if he wanted to, he could go to the city to study in the academy at any time.

However, Yin Jiuchen was not sure whether to go or not, he had to ask his uncle.

In the village school, Yin Jiuchen was studying with the teacher, and on the humble podium, the old teacher was talking about the history of human development with his eyebrows fluttering, and he was spitting at the wonderful places, obviously very passionate, but his passion was interrupted by being brutal.

The hidden door of the school classroom was violently pushed open with a "bang", and everyone's attention was sucked away.

"Who is Yin Jiuchen?" A young man walked in, he was wearing a blue and white robe, with a green cloud tattooed on the cuffs, and behind him, Wang Tian, who had already dismantled the bandage.

"It's me, who are you?" Yin Jiuchen stood up and confronted the comer.

"Qingyun Sect outer disciple Wang Dao," Wang Dao gave Yin Jiuchen an appreciative look, "Yes, you have the courage to take responsibility, but you abolished one of my brother's arms?"

"So what?" Yin Jiuchen looked at Wang Dao, who was five or six years older than him, and had no thoughts.

"Of course it's an arm, one for one, it's fair, right?" Wang Dao smiled, and quietly released the momentum on his body, and for a while, the students who were close to the door were all pressed a little uncomfortable, this Wang Dao's realm has reached the ninth order of forging body!

"Fair? Hmph!" Yin Jiuchen glanced at Wang Tian, who was no longer in high spirits, "If you lose, you will only find someone to come, is your brother a waste?" Yin Jiuchen's tone was contemptuous, when he was considered a waste before, he never called Zhong Gu, who was in the top three in strength, to help.

What if he called his brother here, he hadn't been idle in the past two months, even if it was the ninth order of forging body, he had the confidence to break his wrists!

"If you have the ability, you can come and take my arm. Yin Jiuchen said arrogantly.

"That's what you said. Wang Dao grinned, pulled out a cyan long sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yin Jiuchen, the breath gradually restrained, and when the long sword attacked, it was the time to break out!

Yin Jiuchen also secretly turned on blood rage.

"Stop!" A ring ruler pierced the air and knocked the green sword to the side, the white-bearded old teacher blocked in front of Yin Jiuchen, and a powerful aura no less than Wang Dao's erupted in his thin body, and Wang Dao couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"The school's autumn competition is a legitimate competition, and no matter what the result is, outsiders are not allowed to interfere. "The old teacher is righteous.

"Wang Tian is my younger brother, I'm not an outsider," Wang Dao flipped his long sword, "Besides, what evil method should Yin Jiuchen have used to forcibly improve his strength that day, isn't this a violation of the rules?"

"Wang Tian also used evil magic at that time," Yin Jiuchen snorted coldly, "If you want to talk about fouls, he was the first to foul." ”

"That's enough!" Seeing that the quarrel was about to intensify, the old teacher stopped everyone, "Wang Dao, your sect is here to discuss things with our mountain chief today, don't make any extraneous branches, so as not to disrupt the discussion, everyone else, go back to their seats, and we will continue to class." ”

Wang Dao looked at Yin Jiuchen, with a wolf-like fierce light in his eyes, and quietly signaled to Yin Jiuchen to cut off his head in a place where the old teacher couldn't see, and left with a big laugh.

Yin Jiuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, this Qingyun Sect is not good.

"Teacher, what is the Qingyun Sect here to talk to us about?" a student asked.

"I don't know, just wait for news. The old teacher sighed.

In a reception room in the academy, the mountain chief was talking to a group of people, all of whom were dressed in blue and white robes, and they were obviously all from the Qingyun Sect. There was only one teacher in charge of reception by the mountain chief's side, and everyone else went to class, and a group of people surrounded two people, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

"Chief Kong, you are the most respected person in this mountain village, as long as you open your mouth, the villagers will definitely listen to you. "On the opposite side of the mountain chief, the middle-aged man has a feminine face, dressed slightly differently from the others, using gold thread embroidery, which looks more noble, and there is also an extra metal nameplate on his chest, which reads: Deacon of Qingyun Sect, Fan Yu.

"Elder Fan, this school can be opened, it all depends on the nourishment of that well, and the whole village has been relying on it for generations to change their lives, if there is no well, the aura will dissipate, and this village will no longer be able to produce cultivators, this is breaking the roots. Kong Shan shook his head, it was impossible for him to cut off the future of the village.

"Our Qingyun Sect is not in vain, after the children in the village graduate from the academy, our sect is responsible for taking over, if they are talented, they will continue to cultivate, and those who are not talented can also help in the sect's industry and make a lot of money, so isn't it the best of both worlds?" Fan Yu was kind and seductive, and his smile was very infectious.

Kong Shanchang couldn't believe it.

These sects, under the huge difference in strength, have developed the habit of eating the flesh and blood of the bottom, and sending children who are not talented is pushing the children into the fire pit! Moreover, after the spiritual veins under the well are taken away, it is still unknown whether the Qingyun Sect will fulfill its promise.

"Can you ask the villagers what they think?" said Kong Shanchang, a little helplessly, trying to delay a little time and find a solution.

"Maybe it's because we're in too hasty," Fan Yu arched his hand with a smile, and that smile made people feel like a spring breeze, "We'll see you in three days." ”

Kong Shanchang sent the group out, returned to the reception room, and sighed.

"Chief, why don't you just refuse them, it's impossible to agree to this kind of thing, right?" The teacher in charge of the reception poured a cup of tea for Kong Shanchang.

"Why don't I want to?" Kong Shanchang raised the teacup and put it down again, "Among this group of people just now, there are two first-order imperial qi realms, five forging body ninth-order, and other people's realms are also at the high level of forging bodies, the most terrifying thing is that there is one in the crowd that I can't see through, and his realm is at least three orders higher than me!"

"They are clearly blackmailing!" said the teacher with the teapot in his hand.

Kong Shan waved his hand weakly: "Wait until school is over, ask the children to gather, let them go back and ask their parents to come tomorrow, I can explain the situation." ”

"Okay," the young teacher walked out chatteringly, "If there is a good thing, the fat village chief is here, and if there is trouble, it will be pushed to the mountain chief, who is the village chief······?"

Soon, the villagers and Yin Jiuchen all knew the news that the sect was going to take away the spiritual veins.

The people in the village did not have much knowledge, and many people said that they were very happy, thinking that the small mountain village finally had the opportunity to contact the big world.

But Yin Jiuchen didn't think so, after hearing the conditions of the sect, he thought that it was a fraud at all, but he had no evidence to prove that the sect was cheating, which made him very distressed.

So he secretly discussed with Zhong Gu, and the two decided to go to the village chief's house where the sect team lived at night to eavesdrop and find out.