In the eyes of the local residents of Fengdu, most of the cultivators are immortal-level figures, who come and go, and are mysterious.

When they need a house to stay, every resident of Fengdu is willing to help them.

Of course, this does not mean that the residents of Fengdu are willing to accept their arrogance and command.

Voluntarily and being oppressed are two different concepts entirely.

"What are you doing in a daze? Get here, do you want the uncle to come and invite you?"

Tang Xuanming raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

There was an unspeakable silence between the two.

Tang Xuanming's disguised mountain people were tall and calm, and they did not stop because of the sudden order.

And the middle-aged cultivator looked at the classmates without the slightest movement, and his face became a little indifferent.

"Hey, even an ordinary person can't shout, smack ......"

"It can't be said that ordinary people are equally worthy of respect, and it is better for practitioners not to meddle in their lives. ”

The elderly monk interjected beside him, a little unpleasant, but he was violently ridiculed.

"Are you kidding me? The cultivators themselves are on top, can the true dragon and the ants stay together? A group of ordinary people who can't even be defeated by a tiger, if they have to drink the cultivators on a par, it will only bring them shame. ”

"It seems that the mountain people here have not been in contact with outsiders for a long time, and they can't even tell the difference between cultivators and ordinary people. ”

......

One after another discussion came into the ears of the middle-aged cultivator, making her face distort a little, and there seemed to be a flame burning under her eyes, which was anger.

He was angry that an ordinary local resident would dare to resist him in person and not listen to him.

He was also angry because of the discussions of the cultivators around him, and the whispered comments of the cultivators entered his ears word for word, making him angry.

The long knife on his waist came out of its sheath with a bang, and the shining light of the knife made a group of ordinary mountain people scream.

"Hide!"

This is the anxious roar of the mountain people.

"Hey, the second temper of the second king of the fast knife is still so dry!"

It was a practitioner's indifferent comment.

But it's time to let these ordinary mountain people know how to write the word respect, we have to charge for living here, hehe!"

Someone laughed eerily in the crowd.

And the Xueliang long knife passed by Tang Xuanming in the exclamation of a group of people, nailed to a pillar behind him, and the tail of the blade was still vibrating, making a buzzing sound.

"Now that you know the fate of disobedience to me, give me a good job, or you will all ...... Huh?!"

The middle-aged cultivator man had a hideous smile on his face, ready to make an example of the chickens and monkeys, so that this group of mountain people could work more neatly.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw that the long knife that was supposed to pierce the young man's chest had lost its purpose, and did not nail the unruly mountain man to the pillar as he had expected.

His eyes narrowed, he hadn't noticed anything abnormal, with a hideous smile on his face, he approached Tang Xuanming step by step, and the failures of one after another made him angry from the bottom of his heart.

In particular, being despised by an ordinary local resident, who can even be called an indigenous figure, made him sincerely unhappy.

"No wonder you dare to disobey me, it turns out that I have practiced the crop handle twice. ”

"But I will let you know the gap between cultivators and ordinary people, I have decided to break your limbs and tie them to a pillar and let you wail here, maybe with a model like you, they will work more neatly. ”

The green tendons on the middle-aged cultivator's face throbbed, making him look more and more hideous.

Casually picked out an arm-thick wooden stick among the building materials, weighed it twice, approached with a wild smile, and took it off with his left arm, aiming at Tang Xuanming.

Bang!

The wooden stick smashed into the air, Tang Xuanming moved his steps slightly, and the wooden stick that could directly chop off the arms of ordinary people was next to him, submerged in the ground.

The skin on the middle-aged man's face jumped twice, and before he could react, he was choked by the neck of the tall mountain man.

"You ......"

"What am I?"

The middle-aged man's face was stunned, and the height on his face disappeared all at once, and he instinctively struggled twice, and found that the arm you grabbed his throat was like gold and iron, and there was no way to shake it at all.

At this time, no matter how slow he reacted, he also understood that the ordinary mountain man in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a powerful cultivator.

The sudden shocking changes seen by the cultivators who were watching the bustle around also sounded a low exclamation, originally thinking that the cultivators from outside were going to make rules here.

As a result, the situation is now reversed, and there are indeed people who want to make rules, but they are not foreign cultivators, but local mountain people.

"Former ...... Generations ...... Spare your life!"

Feeling the growing strength of the arm on his throat, and feeling the air disappear from his body little by little, the middle-aged man was completely panicked, and there was no longer a trace of pride.

"I ...... I don't know...... I didn't know there was a strong man like you in the Fengdu Mountains......"

The strength in his hand did not weaken in the slightest, the air became less and less, and the middle-aged man's face turned red.

Looking at the cold face in front of him, he felt the fear of death.

"Your Excellency...... Spare your life!"

The middle-aged man's magical face-changing technique made Tang Xuanming's heart shake, but his hands were still very steady, without a trace of shaking.

"Don't let him go, such a beast will only go too far after letting him go. ”

A young man who was oppressed by a middle-aged cultivator to build a house roared angrily, his voice trembling: "He doesn't treat us as human beings at all, two days ago, Ermu was directly disabled by him because of his slow movements, and now he is still lying in the house, such a person will not repent at all." ”

"Now that we are stronger than him, he can kneel and beg for mercy, and when we are weaker than him, he will come back even harder. ”

"yes, I can't let him go. ”

"This group of people don't treat us as human beings, if such characters can be regarded as immortals, then the world has become hell. ”

Several other mountain dwellers are also helping, and it is clear that they have been treated extremely unfairly these days.

"I think it's better to think about it. ”

Seeing that Tang Xuanming's face was becoming more and more indifferent, the middle-aged cultivator's face was becoming more and more ugly, because of the lack of oxygen, his face had swelled into an eggplant-like purple, and he was about to die.

Some cultivators couldn't look at it and opened their mouths to dissuade them.

"Yes, yes, you have already lost the face of Wang Er like this, there is no need to inch in, they are all cultivators, what's the point of arguing for these ordinary people? I think it's almost enough, right?"