"Tell me, why did you come here to spread wild?" Xiao Junyu stepped on the chest of a Feng disciple and asked the person in charge.

Zhang Jiang was being tied up at this time, and Ye Yuanyuan was holding him away, looking at the villagers and these five powerful people, and he was bitter in his heart.

Earlier, he strayed into the ice cave, and after he fainted, he woke up and appeared at the foot of Thunder Mountain, and the short-lived octagonal spirit essence had long disappeared without a trace. His own spiritual root is a dual system of wood and water, but the talent of the wood system is inferior, and the talent of the water system is barely a medium grade, in the Thunder Mountain, he really went through nine deaths before he came out. And in Lei Mountain, he also inadvertently found a few Razer grasses, returned to the sect to exchange them for the senior brother who contained the thunder spirit root, got two spirit pills, and used the power of the pill to enter the golden pill stage in one fell swoop, so he raised his eyebrows and exhaled.

Originally, those who looked down on him in the foundation building period brothers also began to show favor to him, and some time ago, a junior brother who had a good relationship with him said that there was a village in Lanze that was controlled by monsters, and he felt that the opportunity had come.

Although the disciples of the Feng clan bear the name of the Feng clan, only the inner disciples can bear the surname of Feng, and then learn the Feng clan's wind control inheritance. The rest of the disciples are all in the outer gate, and they are in a separate courtyard, and the exercises they learn are no different from those of ordinary immortal sects, so only people who have rare spiritual roots or extraordinary talents like the senior brother can be valued and cultivated as quasi-inner disciples.

And an outer disciple like him with ordinary talent, although there are only a dozen disciples in the entire outer gate Jindan period, he is not outstanding, and if he wants to get more resources, he has to do some merit. On weekdays, exterminating demons and finding elixir spiritual treasures has become the task of ordinary Jindan disciples of the outer gate.

There was a dark wave between the outer disciples, although he looked at the people in this village with normal expressions and didn't look like they were being controlled by monsters at all, but he said that the people in the village were controlled, and these villagers had to become a merit for him.

How to be controlled, and what not to be controlled, is just a mortal. What's the pity of being helpless and dying?

Originally, I just wanted to kill them all, and then I could get some demonic energy from anywhere to pour it into the corpse, and who could do anything to him? All the outer sect wants is data, and if he doesn't do it, other disciples and other forces will do the same.

Who knew that in such a small village that seemed helpless to him, there were five masters hidden. When he first saw these people, he was still lucky, thinking that these people were just passing by to rest here, and seeing that although these people were extraordinary, their clothes and accessories were very simple, and they were not even comparable to him, an outer disciple, so he despised them. I think that these people will never offend such a behemoth as the Feng Clan for the sake of these mortals.

Unexpectedly, a young man immediately rescued the villager who was injured by him, and another woman also took out a pill, obviously protecting the villagers. While he was shocked, he couldn't help but wonder if he had lost his eyes, these people were the masters of a big family who came out in disguise.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and he also had a retreat on his face. They are no opponent at all by force, and it is very likely that they will not be able to do anything at the moment.

Just as he was about to say a few words of arrogance and then retreat, the most ordinarily dressed young man glared at him, and he could not move, and the terrifying coercion enveloped him, and his teeth rattled, and he fell to the ground unsteadily, and was quickly tied up.

At this time, when he heard a young man's question, he suppressed the panic in his heart, and was about to say something, when the little junior brother who brought him here began to shout: "Who are you! Do you dare to do this to us if you know who we are? When I return to the sect, I will break you into pieces! Ahh

"Feng Clan, I'll deal with a few small minced shrimp on behalf of the Feng Clan Sect Master, I'm sure he'll be very grateful to me." Xiao Junyu smiled, and his indifferent tone made Zhang Jiang shudder suddenly.

Knowing that the other party was not afraid of the Feng clan at all, he secretly complained in his heart, feeling that he was really miserable by the little junior brother.

At this moment, there was an uproar at the entrance of the village, followed by many people walking in one after another.

"Ah, what's going on?" A middle-aged man walked over from the back of the team, saw that so many people at the entrance of the village had seen blood, and opened his mouth to ask.

The group stopped under the elm tree at the entrance of the village, and many young people rolled up their sleeves and rushed over. The women with dolls in their arms or in their hands remained where they were, but many able women followed.

"Uncle, who is making trouble?" The middle-aged man walked over, and after seeing the situation clearly, he asked Village Chief Li from a distance.

Village Chief Li shook his head, but many angry villagers around him explained the situation one by one, and the people who rushed over after him looked angrily at the Feng clan disciples who were suppressed by several immortals. When he heard about the identity of Tan Rong, who had been standing on the side, the village chief rushed to say that this was an elder who had traveled all over the world in his early years. These young people looked at the faces of those who were younger than them, and their faces became strange, and they didn't know what to say when they wanted to thank them.

Tang Rong didn't care about anything, Zhang Jiang was already afraid, and trembling and begged for mercy: "All the great immortals spare their lives, they are small ones who don't know what they do, and they beg the big immortals to spare the small ones, and when I go back, there will be treasures to thank you!" ”

Thinking of the octagonal spirit essence king who had given birth to spiritual wisdom and escaped, Jing Qingli opened his mouth and asked, "Have you seen an octagonal spirit essence?" ”

Zhang was stunned for a moment, and also thought of the spiritual essence that disappeared out of thin air, although he didn't know where the spiritual essence went, but now he could only grit his teeth and say with certainty: "Villain...... The villain naturally has it, but he has to go back to the sect to get ......"

Seeing him like this, Jing Qingli knew that he must not have it in his hand, and yes, that cunning spirit essence definitely didn't know where to hide. When she catches that Spirit Essence King, she must bite it a few times to vent her anger!

Jing Qingli, who spoke gently, lost interest, and handed over the rest to Yu Rong. I saw that he popped out a few gray breaths, and it didn't enter the minds of several children of the Feng Clan, and those people all fainted, and when they woke up, they would have no memory of Lan Ze's line. Yu Rong took out a small jade bottle from the storage ring between Zhang Jiang's fingers and handed it to Jing Qingli.

The middle-aged man who called Village Chief Li as an uncle had his eyes flashed when he saw Tang Rong's move, looked at the few people who were just unconscious, gritted his teeth and asked, "Immortals, why don't you kill them!" ”

These words were exchanged for dozens of gazes, and the middle-aged man was quite uncomfortable, especially after seeing the gazes of several immortals.

Mingzhu Baby leaned out half of his body in his father's arms, and released a glutinous voice: "Baby, I just thought that the monk's heart was difficult to keep, but I didn't expect mortals to be the same?" ”

Although the villagers did not know who was speaking, they could understand the meaning of the words. The middle-aged man's face was red and white, and he bowed in the direction of several immortals and said, "Be taught." ”

Jing Qingli raised her eyebrows and looked at the half of the radiant beads on Mingxi's chest, and her heart was full of joy.