"The door rules are strict, and I ask Elder Lin to forgive me. ”

As he spoke, the corners of Zhang Jialin's lips lifted a touch of cruelty, and the five fingers that grabbed Wang Yao's arm suddenly fell, pinched his wrist, and raised it high.

Seeing this, the faces of the disciples changed suddenly, and they immediately reacted to what these words meant, and their eyes showed unbearable expressions.

How can I take back such a thing as the exercises?

If it's a breathing technique, it will destroy your Qi Hai Daoji.

Now it is a collapsed palm, naturally it is to cut off your palm, if there is no hand, there is no palm.

Hundreds of outer disciples, even those who had laughed at Wang Yao just now, all looked angry at the moment.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

In the Dongyue Sect, they were originally a group of beings at the lowest level, and they were not even disciples of the sect at all.

The reason is simple, there is no teacher.

It is said that the sect is divided into two gates, in fact, this outer door refers to the mountain gate, only when you really worship a certain mountain, and since then you have the teacher to support the mountain, you can be regarded as stepping into the threshold.

And they are just mortals in the world, gathered here to seek immortals and ask.

When I went to lecture and listened to the hodgepodge of Taoism, no one cared, no one cared, so I could only try to study and practice on my own, hoping to be valued by a certain mountain gate.

In short, Dongyue Sect didn't care about this group of people at all.

Anyway, there is no shortage of seekers with dreams in this huge world, and there will be another group after they go, and there will be a steady stream.

Zhufeng only takes the essence of it, as for the life or death of other people, it doesn't matter, the inner gate then absorbs the top geniuses from Zhufeng, and cultivates them with all their strength to ensure that the foundation of the sect continues.

Separated layer by layer, and even chilling cold rules, is the first lesson that Dongyue Sect wants to convey:

The avenue is merciless!

Only the best are qualified to embark on this path.

It's like a big wave panning for gold, anyway, the gold will pop out on its own, so why bother cultivating it.

And what this group of disciples have to do is to strive to make themselves that grain of gold so that they can appear in the sight of Zhu Feng.

If you want to experience the deep love between master and apprentice or senior brother and sister, you must at least become a disciple of the mountain gate first.

Before this, even if Zhang Jialin cut off someone's arm at will, no one would stand up for you, so he dared to be so unscrupulous!

"The dispute between the peaks, why should you be angry with your disciples!" Finally, someone scolded in a low voice.

No matter how small Zhang Jialin's heart is, he will not target a monk who has not even entered the door, he is obviously going for Elder Qingshan.

Punish someone as a warning to others!

But that disciple didn't make a mistake, so why was he used by you to demonstrate?

“......”

Zhang Jialin didn't bother to care about these people's thoughts.

As long as the Dongyue Sect has mastered the exercises, it is like pinching their path to seeking immortals, what about anger, who is willing to leave?

He just smiled and looked at the green-robed Taoist, and then pinched it hard.

As long as Wang Yao is abolished, an elder who can't even protect his disciples has any qualifications to accept disciples.

Everything is over.

I only heard a muffled sound of lying on my stomach.

A burst of exclamation instantly erupted in the crowd in the distance.

Lin Ze's eyes lowered, quietly staring at the broken arm on the ground, reaching out to retrieve a sword qi filled with coldness, and retracting it into his cuffs.

Wang Yao gasped, hurriedly retracted his arms, and stared at the deacon in front of him with a jealous face.

I saw that the other party's complexion changed again and again, and the blue tendons on his forehead rose, and finally a miserable howl broke out: "Ah!!hhhh

Zhang Jialin never expected that the Qingpao Daoist would be countless times more ruthless than him.

Without blinking his eyelids, he stretched out his hand and sacrificed a fierce sword qi, and the surroundings seemed to turn into ice caves, freezing people, and instantly cutting off his arms by the roots.

Everyone was in the early stage of foundation building, but he didn't even have a chance to react.

"Bastard...... How dare you!" Zhang Jialin staggered back a few steps, as if crying and laughing, his eyes were hideous like a fierce beast that chose people to devour.

He dared to make a move against Wang Yao because the other party did not have a mountain gate.

But as a deacon of Huayang Peak, there are countless real people who have built a perfect foundation, and there are elders in the Jindan period as backers, where does the other party have the confidence to be a casual cultivator!

Lin Ze put away his sword qi before raising his head to look over.

Just when everyone thought that he was going to reason with the other party, they heard the Taoist say indifferently: "If you are not convinced, you can continue." ”

No explanation is required.

Hit until you're satisfied.

The green robe flicked slightly, and the Taoist stood in place like this and waited, until Zhang Jialin found that no matter how fierce his eyes were and how hideous his expression was, he could not move the other party for half a minute, and finally a trace of despair was born in his heart.

Resentment piled up in his chest, but there was nothing he could do.

Hit back?

That fleeting white light was not something he could handle.

The identity oppression is even more ridiculous, the other party has already done it, and he is afraid that Huayang Peak behind him will not succeed.

Finally, he covered the wound that had been sealed by the frost and roared angrily: "You wait, I will go to the South Temple to sue you!"

Hearing this, Lin Ze sighed lightly, as if he felt very bored, and casually explained:

"Bring the chair on. ”

"Chief Lin...... Master ...... "Wang Yao was so nervous that he was short of breath, and even his voice trembled.

As an ordinary disciple, I have been in the sect for so many years, where have I seen such a scene, I only feel that my heart is about to beat out.

Lin Ze glanced at the other party, turned around and walked towards the mountain.

His idea was actually quite simple.

There is a mountain to the right of the fairy character.

This group of disciples provided themselves with the character cards they needed for the simulation, and in return, he didn't mind being the other party's mountain.

A solid backer.

Even if Wang Yao has no effect on himself so far, it doesn't matter.

In the body of a sixty-year-old is a twenty-five-year-old soul.

Young is not vigorous, what kind of young man is he.

As for retaliation?

The former elder of Qingshan has already made an enemy for himself, and there is no shortage of you Huayang Peak.

When the figures of the two of them completely disappeared into the end of the mountain road, everyone in the distance realized that they had been holding their breath for a long time, and even their cheeks were a little red.

Hurriedly took a few breaths hard, turned his head to look, but saw that the other people's expressions were not much better than his own.

The eyes of envy almost overflowed the eyes.

There is no mountain gate that makes people feel more secure than this kind of elder who will repay him.

Although the green mountains are small, as long as you step in, I will keep you safe.

No need to talk nonsense.

If you are not convinced, you will fight.

Beat until you're convinced.

"Actually...... I'm not much worse than that Wang Yao. A disciple sneered.

"......" The rest of the people looked at him with different thoughts.

Although Elder Nalin is admirable, this temperament is not necessarily a good thing.

For example-

They subconsciously looked behind them.

I saw that under the big tree, the face of the old man in gray was gloomy and could drip water.

Clench your fists.

The rich and powerful momentum slowly swept out, making everyone's breath stagnant a lot.

The anger of the monks who built the foundation of the Great Perfection is probably not something that this green mountain can bear.

Fortunately, he didn't stay too long, and left abruptly.