"It's them!"

"The two who made trouble at today's recruitment meeting!"

"They ......"

Some rookie disciples recognized Meng Fan and Song Zheliu, gathered around, pointed at them, and with indescribable shock on their faces, admiring these two people as really troublesome masters, they provoked the Yao family's father and son when recruiting, and now they have provoked those arrogant old disciples.

But there are still some new disciples who think of the scene of the Yao family's father and son, and think of something slightly.

A large number of old disciples also ran out, frowning and looking at the excitement in front of them, with different expressions.

"Robbed, old disciples!"

When Meng Fan said that amazing sentence, everyone was in an uproar!

More than a dozen people hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd of old disciples, holding sharp weapons, surrounding Meng Fan, and urging Meng Fan to release him.

Meng Fan glanced at the dozen or so people, and said to Song Zheliu: "There are not too many accomplices, I'm afraid I won't gain much." ”

Song Zheliu forcibly suppressed the restless heartbeat and said, "More than a dozen...... Not a lot. ”

Meng Fan didn't talk to the dozens of old disciples, but just pulled the rope fiercely, and the few people who were tied behind him suddenly wailed in pain, the green tendons on their faces burst out, and their mouths were bleeding, and the rope was tied to their necks.

"Stop!" An old disciple stepped forward with a cold face, and naturally knew the truth of the matter in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and let them go, apologize, there is still room for negotiation in the matter!"

Seeing that Meng Fan and Song Zheliu turned a deaf ear, they changed their words and threatened: "You are so nonsense, are you not afraid of being punished by the stewards? Don't forget that you are just newcomers, and you can't afford the consequences!"

Meng Fan and Song Zheliu glanced at each other and smiled understandingly.

Cousin-in-law, are you still afraid of this?

Meng Fan kicked the old disciple who had just arrived at the middle stage of the Dixuan Dynasty to the ground, strangled the other party's neck with the rope in his hand, and lifted it up, and the old disciple was like a duck being hanged.

"Swap things for people. Meng Fan said coldly to the other dozen or so old disciples.

In fact, he really didn't want to play this childish game, he just didn't want to be disturbed anymore.

If it is established today, the courtyard of the wooden house should be quiet for a long time.

"Go and call the steward!" the duck said to the dozen or so old disciples in a hoarse voice.

"No need. A figure walked from a distance, hands behind his back.

"What's the matter!"

"What's the matter, there are two newcomers making trouble, and they want to rob the old disciple's cultivation materials!"

"Such arrogant people, please punish them and expel them from the sect!"

More than a dozen old disciples surrounded He Gou and said with a very angry expression.

He Gou glanced at Meng Fan, smiled faintly, and then said to those old disciples: "I still have some urgent things to do, so leave this little matter to Meng Xun to deal with!"

He Gou shook his body and left.

"Who is Monxun?"

The dozen or so old disciples looked at each other, they had never heard of this name!

Can he help the steward with things?

Song Zheliu sighed again that it was really easy to have a relationship, and then couldn't help but smile and pointed at Meng Fan.

The old disciple was dumbfounded, and suddenly understood something in his heart, what kind of person Meng Fan was in charge of.

The old disciple lowered his head.

But they did not give in and waited for someone.

Someone has already called Deputy Steward Zheng.

Nearly half of what they snatched from the new disciples will be supplied to Deputy Steward Zheng, and no matter what the steward, Deputy Steward Zheng will definitely intervene.

Deputy Steward Zheng was indeed informed.

As soon as he heard the old disciple's description, saying that the troublemaker had a scar on his face, he knew that Meng Fan was making trouble, and when recruiting, he was bombarded in the face by Meng Fan's fire, making him disgraced, or in front of Jin Lian'er, he was worried that he had no chance to trouble Meng Fan, so he happily followed the disciple to the scene of the trouble.

"Deputy Steward Zheng, you don't have to go. He Gou "coincidentally" blocked Vice Deacon Zheng's way, "The matter has been resolved." ”

"Oh. Deputy Steward Zheng frowned, suddenly shook his body, and flew forward around He Gou.

As soon as He Gou's soles stepped on the ground, his body shot out, and he stretched out his palm and pressed on Deputy Steward Zheng's shoulder, and under the force, Deputy Steward Zheng fell to the ground with a bang, and his feet fell into the ground by more than an inch.

"Deputy Steward Zheng, I said you don't have to go!" He Gou's voice was cold.

"Chief Steward He!" Deputy Steward Zheng also said coldly, "Your cultivation is a little higher than me, I admit that I can't beat you, but I ask you, if Jin Taijiao's injury is healed, how long can you sit in this steward seat, acquaintance, if you want to have a better life in the future, or ...... right away Fuck off!"

Deputy Steward Zheng completely tore his face.

But then He Gou just said a word in Deputy Deacon Zheng's ear, and Deputy Steward Zheng's torn face was immediately sewn on, and he arched his hand to He Gou: "He Gou, Zheng will no longer ask about this matter." ”

Deputy Steward Zheng turned around and walked back.

He Gou said to the disciple who informed Deputy Steward Zheng: "If you still want to mix with me, go back and spread the word......

The disciple made a frightened gesture to He Gou and hurried away.

He Gou looked at the back of the disciple, spit out a mouthful of turbid gas that had been held in his heart for a long time, and muttered two words in a low voice: "Noble!"

He didn't say anything to Deputy Steward Zheng, only said that Jin Taijiao's dantian was destroyed and abolished!

"Deputy Steward Zheng said that this matter will be handled by Meng Xun with full authority!"

After the disciple went back, he relayed He Gou's words, and the faces of those old disciples changed, and the new disciples were also dumbfounded, but they all determined one thing in their hearts, Meng Fan's background was very unusual, and he couldn't be messed with at all!

The next thing was very simple, the dozen or so old disciples were obediently "robbed" by Meng Fan.

Meng Fan casually threw the snatched things to Song Zheliu, bent his body slightly, and walked towards the courtyard of the wooden house.

The outer disciples looked at Meng Fan, like a group of animals in the jungle watching a fierce beast king, the beast king with a scar on his face, who could eat their beast king casually.

The new disciple named Zhu Sandong clenched his fists excitedly, as if he had found the goal he was striving for.

That letter, I still have to continue to write.

"You guys!" Song Zheliu said aloud to those disciples before leaving, "No one should disturb that place, the consequences are not something you can bear!"

This warning does not distinguish between old and new disciples.

After going back, Song Zheliu couldn't sleep excitedly, this was the first time in his life that he had done such a domineering thing, lying on the bed, his heart was pounding all the time, and then he couldn't help but sit up again, counting the loot he had robbed, it was enough for him to cultivate for a while, and his expression became a little unorthodox.

Song Zheliu also admired Meng Fan to the extreme in his heart, lifted the curtain, and couldn't help but say a lot of praise to Meng Fan.

"Don't learn from me. Meng Fan said to Song Zheliu with a smile.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Song Zheliu fell asleep in excitement, Meng Fan pricked a paper finch again and let it go, this time, the paper finch had the qi of the four spirits......

(End of chapter)