"What are you guys messing about?"

Meng Fan pushed the door out, his voice was very cold.

The man with the knife looked at Meng Fan for a while, as soon as Meng Fan came out, his heart seemed to be suppressed by a mountain, very uncomfortable, and even wanted to turn around and leave, subconsciously told him that this person was definitely not easy to mess with!

Meng Fan seemed to realize something, and quickly restrained the strong man's aura that leaked slightly, he had just visited the Qianyuan Hall at night, and met the white crane that was making trouble, resulting in a futile, and he was in a bad mood.

In this way, the man with the knife looked at Meng Fan again, his heart was much more relaxed, and he muttered: "Xu is wrong." ”

He looked at the giant axe-shaped mountain stone hanging high on the wooden house, it should have misplaced the oppressive feeling of the mountain stone on Meng Fan, his face immediately turned gloomy, and he pointed at Meng Fan with a knife: "New here, hand over all the pills and moon stones you have distributed today, and you must hand over half of them every month in the future, this is the rule here!"

"Brother Meng, what should I do?" Song Zheliu ran over and stood beside Meng Fan, "Bully the new here!"

"What kind of bully?" Meng Fan said indifferently.

"Not only do they want those pills and moon stones that were sent to us today, but they also want to take all of our ......"

Song Zheliu was saying when his words were suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, and hand over all your things!" said the man with the knife, "If it's just those that were sent today, it's not worth a trip to Lao Tzu at all, don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know, you newcomers are still very fat!"

With that, he waved his hand to several of his accomplices behind him.

Boom!

Someone put a heavy bag on the ground, and when it was opened, it was filled with all kinds of pill bags, as well as a lot of finished moon stones.

"These are the offerings of you newcomers. The man with the knife smiled proudly, and glanced at Meng Fan again, "If you don't want to hand it over, Lao Tzu doesn't mind teaching you the rules here, in addition to handing over things, you have to call me grandpa......"

A gust of wind suddenly blew across his face, and the man with the knife immediately shut up.

Around his neck, there was an extra hand.

The face with the shocking scar had arrived in front of him.

Meng Fan used force in his hand, choked the neck of the man holding the knife, and slowly lifted it, the man's feet were off the ground, his mouth was open, but he couldn't say a word, only made a gurgling sound, like a piece of steamed bun blocked in his throat.

Several accomplices were shocked when they saw this, but they didn't expect Meng Fan to be so decisive, and hurriedly pulled out their weapons.

Song Zheliu looked at Meng Fan, who was carrying the person like a chicken, and opened his mouth in surprise.

Meng Fan walked slowly to the courtyard with the man, and glanced at several other people: "Isn't it bullying the new? Now the rules have changed, now I want to bully you old people, I want all your things, and I will come once a month in the future, and when I see me, I will call grandpa, oh, forget it, I can't look down on grandchildren like you." ”

"New here, Senior Brother Han didn't pay attention to your way just now, do you dare to let people go first, let's have a good comparison?"

"Okay!" Before Song Zheliu could stop it, Meng Fan agreed nonchalantly, threw his hand to the ground, and with a bang, the person with the knife fell into a big cake on the ground, kicked his legs, and fell unconscious, and the knife in his hand rolled to the side with a clang.

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

The shouts rang out, and the figure was in chaos.

"Brother Meng, I'm here!"

Song Zheliu gritted his teeth, and hurriedly turned his cultivation to rush forward, but as soon as he rushed to Meng Fan's side, he was stunned, and in the short groan, the enemy was already lying on the ground and did not move, with a painful wail in his mouth, and the smell of blood diffused in the air.

"Brother Meng, you ...... It's fierce!"

Song Zheliu looked at the scar on Meng Fan's face again, how to look domineering, and there was a strong sense of security, which made people feel warm, but there were still shocks and doubts, Meng Fan was just a cultivator in the middle of the earthly Xuan Dynasty, how could he knock down a group of people whose cultivation was equal to him with a wave of his hand?

Hidden Repair?

"Brother Oriliu. Meng Fan stepped on one person, looked at Song Zheliu and said, "Someone once told me that it is better for cultivators not to be captive, it is easy to cultivate flowers in the greenhouse, and they wilt when they smell blood, what about my brother, my life is not good, I was killed or killed as soon as I debuted, and by now, I have killed countless people!"

Song Zheliu was dumbfounded, and the scar on Meng Fan's face was about to sting his gaze.

He was suddenly a little afraid, during the day, he bumped into Meng Fan on the street in the town, if he didn't apologize, would he have been killed by Meng Fan?

The scar on Meng Fan's face must have been left when he killed someone, right?

Seeing that Song Zheliu was actually serious, Meng Fan put his hand on Song Zheliu's shoulder, felt a little soft, and said with a smile: "You are also a flower in the greenhouse?"

"I ......" Song Zheliu opened his mouth, and then squeezed out a fierce expression on his face, "I have also killed countless people!"

After saying this, Song Zheliu didn't know why, and her heart was dark.

It was as if he had struck down all the people of the earth.

"That's good!" Meng Fan took his hand away, glanced at the heavy bag just now, and said, "The old man bullies the newcomer, and the newcomer gets old and bullies the newer, this rule is really a bit bad." ”

How could he have never encountered tonight's situation in the Huyang Temple and the Yuxian Sect before?

Some newcomers were originally full of expectations for the path of cultivation, but after being bullied, their psychology was distorted, and there might be an additional murderer in the cultivation world.

Meng Fan said: "We two murderers should also light up our fists, otherwise we will be very sad, our wooden house courtyard, there is no way to be quiet!"

"Yes, yes. Song Zheliu nodded, "How is it bright?"

As he spoke, he saw Meng Fan wave his hand, and the heavy bag on the ground was gone.

But there was an extra bundle of rope.

"Tie them all up!" Meng Fan said, "Take you around." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go and rob the old one. ”

This night was a sleepless night for Zhu Sandong, a new disciple of the outer gate.

He finally passed the recruitment meeting and came to the Golden Lotus Peak of the Nanwu Sect, full of beautiful visions for the future, but before he could warm up the beautiful vision, he was trampled on and crushed.

He was robbed of one by several old disciples.

Before being robbed, he was writing a letter to his relatives to report the good news, wanting to tell them that he had joined a very powerful sect in the Eighteen Mountains, the Nanwu Sect.

The letter is still on the table, but it can no longer be written.

The last sentence of the letter reads, everything is fine here, it is like a fairyland on earth......

His face was swollen from being beaten and it hurt to blink.

One of the disciples who lived with him was lying on the bed with his stomach covered, facing the wall, crying quietly, and was also robbed.

There was a sudden commotion outside, and he thought that a disciple had suffered again, so he pushed open the window and was stunned as soon as he looked at him with sympathy.

Two people walked over, one of them slightly hunched back, a little downcast, while the other was a little more elegant, with a slender body like a reader.

They were pulling a rope, and several people were tied behind them, as if they were all unconscious, and they recognized it, and their hearts were shocked.

It's the same people who robbed him tonight!

The man with his back on his back looked up, and he saw the scar on his face.

The man shouted, "Robbed, old disciples!"

(End of chapter)