The feast lasted for three days and three nights, with drums and singing and dancing.

Every disciple of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect was very happy.

Only Shen Haojie was a little sullen, and his face was flushed from drinking.

Seeing that the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect was developing better and better under the leadership of Lin Yi, and that the soldiers under his disciples were strong and strong, as if they had become a strong party, Shen Haojie was crazy with jealousy.

What made Shen Haojie most difficult to accept was that his childhood sweetheart's little sister Mai Wen seemed to be interested in Lin Yi, who only had a few faces, and kept exchanging cups with Lin Yi during the banquet, smiling from time to time.

This made Shen Haojie feel as if there was a knife that was constantly piercing his heart, dripping with blood.

"Senpai."

At this time, an old man in a brocade robe cautiously came to the table where Shen Haojie was with a wine glass, and held the glass to Shen Haojie with a smile, "I toast you." ”

Shen Haojie was sulking, when he heard this, he turned his head, glanced at the old man with disdain, and suddenly his nose trembled, and he snorted coldly.

This old man was not an outsider, it was the patriarch of a small tribe that Shen Haojie had previously subdued.

The people of this small tribe are all ingenious and have many ingenious craftsmen. Before, Shen Haojie made a bad mistake and let this small tribe process day and night, creating thousands of coffins carved with dragons and phoenixes, the purpose is very simple, that is, to embarrass Lin Yi.

It's a pity that Lin Yi has a good mind and easily resolves the embarrassing situation, and he didn't make a fool of himself in public.

This made Shen Haojie very depressed. Now that he sees the patriarch of the small tribe, he naturally doesn't have a good face.

"Senpai."

The gray-haired old man held the wine glass in embarrassment, seeing that Shen Haojie did not mean to drink with him, he was not discouraged, but plucked up the courage to speak: "I heard that the Tomb Sword Sect is a hidden wealthy family, I and my clansmen have admired the great name for a long time, and we have been yearning for a long time, I don't know when I will be able to join the Tomb Sword Sect and become a disciple of the Tomb Sword Sect?" ”

The old man looked at Shen Haojie with a look of hope.

On a row of wine tables not far away, people from the same tribe all looked at Shen Haojie with a worried heart.

If you can join the Tomb Sword Sect, then the future will be limitless.

"Hahaha......"

"What a big joke!"

Shen Haojie seemed to have heard a big joke, got up and kicked the old man to the ground, and scolded, "My dignified Ancient Tomb Sword Sect, how can you cats and dogs join?" You toads who try to eat swan meat are not afraid to make people laugh off their big teeth. ”

As he spoke, he spat on the old man's face with disdain.

The old man was kicked to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, and he gasped in pain.

"Patriarch."

"Patriarch."

The tribesmen not far away rushed forward one after another, helped the old man up from the ground, and stared at Shen Haojie angrily one by one.

At the same time, Lin Yi, Mo Qilin, Huang Shisan and others also turned their heads to look over and found that Shen Haojie was going crazy with alcohol, and Huang Shisan and Mai Wen couldn't help frowning slightly.

Shen Haojie took a few steps forward, lifted the old man up like a chicken, and stared at the old man with cold and playful eyes.

Right now, Shen Haojie squeezed the anger in his stomach, and he was worried that there was no place to vent. The patriarch of this small tribe happened to bump into the muzzle, and Shen Haojie naturally had to vent well.

"Senior, we know that we are wrong! Please, let us go! ”

"We kowtow to you, ask the seniors to raise their noble hands and not kill our patriarch!"

The clansmen of the small tribe, there were thousands of people, rushed forward one after another, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Shen Haojie.

"Hehe, a group of waste, living in the world is also a waste of resources, it is better to be reincarnated as soon as possible."

For everyone's plea, Shen Haojie did not appreciate it at all, but on the contrary, it stimulated the perverted murderous desire in Shen Haojie's heart.

Click!

Shen Haojie squeezed his wrist violently, and a fierce true qi shot out, directly piercing the old man's head and killing him.

"Patriarch ......"

"Patriarch, you can't die wow......"

Suddenly, thousands of people from the small tribe were crawling on the ground and crying.

In the central square, the smell of wine and the sound of drums were now disturbed by the sound of piercing cries.

"Senior brother, today is the day of great joy for the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect, don't be willful, okay?"

Mai Wen stared at Shen Haojie angrily.

"Shen Haojie, you are too much!"

Huang Shisan also stared at Shen Haojie with an angry expression.

"I'm messing around? Am I excessive? ”

Shen Haojie smiled coldly, glanced at Mai Wen deeply, and said in a loud voice: "A small Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect is not worth mentioning at all in my eyes, and it is also worthy of respect?" ”

Shaking his head and smiling, Shen Haojie jumped up and swept away in the direction of the exit of the square, "Senior sister, you wait, it won't take long for me to be able to create a new sect and become a powerful party." When the time comes, I will also invite you to my banquet and let you see my territory ten times and a hundred times larger than that of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect! ”

Before the words disappeared, Shen Haojie's figure had disappeared without a trace.

"Senior brother, don't mess around, our Tomb Sword Sect has rules! It's not like you can do whatever you want......"

As soon as Mai Wen saw that the situation was not good, he immediately stood up and dissuaded him loudly, but unfortunately, Shen Haojie had already disappeared without a trace.

"Huang Lao, look?"

Mai Wen turned his head and looked at Huang Thirteen with helpless eyes.

Huang Shisan smiled indifferently and waved his hand, "It's okay." Shen Haojie, this kid, although he is a swordsmanship wizard, he is unstable, greedy and jealous, and it may not be a bad thing to let him go out for a while. ”

"However, our Tomb Sword Sect never fights for fame and fortune, and there are disputes with the outside world. Judging from the tone of the senior brother, it seems that he is ready to set off a bloody storm. ”

Maiwen was faintly worried.

Huang Shisan pondered for a moment, suddenly stretched lazily, and said with a smile: "My Tomb Sword Sect has indeed been silent for too long, and it is not a bad thing to come out occasionally to experience it and awaken the world's perception of our Tomb Sword Sect." ”

"Don't worry, all the situation is under my control. When I go back, I will naturally explain to the patriarch. You don't have to worry about it. ”

Huang Thirteen took care of everything, looking like he didn't care.

Mai Wen hung his head thoughtfully and was silent, still a little worried between his eyebrows.

Above the central square, thousands of clansmen from small tribes wept together around the old man's corpse, grieving.

Lin Yi was a little displeased, and snorted, "Don't cry!" ”

There was a trace of true yuan in the voice, like a thunderstorm on the ground, and suddenly, the small tribesmen who were originally crying stopped crying bitterly, and looked at Lin Yi with fear one by one.

"Come on, bury the deceased beautifully." Lin Yi waved his hand.