The Evergreen Gate, slave belongs to one of the thousands of sect forces under the Southern Regions Dynasty.

Every year, 50% of the offerings must be paid.

Even so, the Southern Regions Dynasty collects money and does nothing, in a sense, it is no different from a vampire, but Qing Fuzi does not dare to say this.

If you say that, you will be doomed.

This is a local corruption, but at the same time, it is also reasonable, in an environment where the legal system is peaceful, it is almost impossible to give birth to strong people, there is oppression, there will be resistance, there will be resistance, there will be one monk after another to work hard.

"It's still too heavy......"

In the bedroom, Qing Fuzi shook his head and sighed.

As the contemporary sect master of the Evergreen Gate, Qing Fuzi can be said to have broken his heart for the development of the sect.

He understands those truths after living all these years.

But if you want to get out of this mountain, a peerless powerhouse that can make the Southern Regions Dynasty jealous, how difficult it is.

In the past, Aokfuko was confused.

And now......

Since picking up a little witch at the foot of the mountain, Qing Fuzi seems to see hope, and the other disciples in the sect may not know, but he knows very well-

One year Jindan!

can slap several inner disciples to death, the strength of the Jindan period.

All of this is built in one year!

A year ago, she was still an ignorant little girl, and a year later, she has set off a bloody storm in the inner door.

With such a talent, Qing Fuzi had to clap his hands!

"In this matter, we must block the news, and we must not let other forces within a thousand miles of the Circle know about it, otherwise...... There is going to be hell to pay. ”

The truth that the husband is not guilty and bears his guilt, Qing Fuzi sees it more thoroughly than anyone else.

And this piece of bi is the little witch.

Her peerless talent, her demonic understanding, can be called the future of the entire Evergreen Gate, and there is no room for error!

"However, this girl's sense of belonging is a big hidden danger......"

Qing Fuzi put down the pen in her hand, no longer dealing with the trivial affairs in the sect, and said to herself while pondering: "However, the sense of belonging can be cultivated slowly, as long as she is in the Changqing Gate for a day, she is not afraid that she will break away from the roots! After a long time, she will naturally become dependent on and ......belong to our sect."

Thinking of this, Qing Fuzi was in a good mood.

Just as he finished cleaning up the books on his desk and wanted to enter the customs to meditate and practice, he turned around and saw a person.

No

A suit of clothes, to be exact.

Gray.

The gray dress, leaning against the bedpost, with his hands folded, should be a man from the figure, I don't know the age, because ...... His face could not be seen.

Under the gray robe, his face was hidden by darkness.

"You ......"

Qing Fuzi was short of breath, and for a while he didn't even notice when this person came.

"Shut up. ”

The man in gray opened his mouth and said, "Next, I ask, you answer, if there is half a false word, you will destroy it, understand?"

He spoke softly, and he didn't speak slowly.

But that inexplicable sense of oppression almost made Qing Fuzi breathless.

Those who come are not good,

And strong!

This was Qing Fuzi's judgment at the moment, he was sweating profusely, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and nodded with difficulty.

"Have you met a monk surnamed Lin recently?" asked the man in gray.

"No...... I didn't ......" Aofuzi thought carefully and shook her head nervously.

Thinking that he is the master of a dignified sect, the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period, in front of the other party, he doesn't even have the courage to raise his head, which is enough to show the difference in strength.

The man in gray frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with this answer.

Lin is not a remote surname.

But it belongs to a lower surname among the hundred surnames, and if you have encountered it, it must only be him.

But the other party didn't know......

After pondering for a moment, the man in gray said again: "You'd better think carefully before answering, surnamed Lin, white hair." ”

"Gray hair?"

Qing Fuzi racked her brains and thought about it carefully.

There are not many white-haired people.

But there were only a few white-haired monks, whom he had known for a long time, and none of them were surnamed Lin.

I thought about three breaths,

The man in gray didn't wait any longer, a pitch-black brush slipped down his sleeve, and the cold light swept by, and Qing Fuzi, who didn't have time to react at all, fell his head.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't bat himself.

"It seems you don't know. ”

After killing people, the gray-clothed man carried the head of Qing Fuzi and muttered to himself.

"The formation laid down has been triggered, and the person in this world who can break through the herringbone formation I laid can only be done by the monks of the Azure Star. ”

"No one can get here but him!"

The man in gray smiled lowly and said, "You must know I'm coming, and I know it...... You're hiding somewhere in this little sect. ”

The hatred is monstrous.

No one has ever pulled him towards the cultivation path of the Demon Dao, but hatred is luring.

"I'll cut off your head. ”

"More than 70 years ago, I swore an oath ......"

Night

It's a tragic night for the Evergreen Gate.

All the disciples, elders, who were originally immersed in cultivation, were all awakened.

Then, they saw Qing Fuzi's bloody head.

Unbelievable, incredible.

But there was no wailing, no mourning, only panic, so much so that they did not even dare to look up at the man in gray.

"Recently, has anyone who is unknown come here!?"

The gray-clothed man glanced around, and every time his gaze swept over a place, the thousands of disciples who were being targeted trembled with fear and shuddered.

Suddenly, countless people looked at the little witch in unison.

"Huh?"

Following everyone's gaze, the man in gray looked.

The little witch was holding a piece of precious medicinal herb similar to tree bark in both hands and chewing, and met the gaze of the man in gray head-on, without any abnormal reaction at all.

"It's not a girl!"

Under the gray robe, his tone gradually became impatient, and he said in a low voice: "A man, white-haired, surnamed Lin!"

Underneath, there are several familiar faces.

Senior brother Wang Teng, as well as Tang Shi, and a new disciple who has entered the outer gate, Zhang Dazhi.

"Surname Lin?"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously remembered that ordinary face.

But soon,

These three people didn't veto it again, how could it be.

Not to mention that he is black-haired, not white-haired, just in terms of the current situation......

Although they didn't know what the origin of this terrible gray-clothed man was, and what was the purpose of finding a white-haired man surnamed Lin, but in their minds, the person he was looking for was not a good stubble.

As for that Lin Yi?

To put it nicely, he is a powerless mortal, to put it mildly......

It's just a waste.

If it weren't for the relationship between the little witch, I'm afraid that these three people would have forgotten the existence of such a person as Lin Yi.

"I don't know if it'......"

The gray-clothed man was not annoyed, but said in a very calm tone: "Although for some reason, he will stay in your garbage-like sect, but in my opinion, he probably doesn't want to see this garbage sect destroyed, after all, ...... He's always been a good-hearted man, huh......"

Litter...... Zongmen ......

These four words fell into the ears of countless disciples and elders, and they were extremely harsh.

They don't know what's going on.

Why would the Evergreen Gate, which had been quiet for hundreds of years, suddenly suffer such a catastrophe one day?

Who is he looking for......

Who the hell is it!?

"So, let's get started. ”

The man in gray opened his mouth lightly, and a black brush slipped down his sleeve.

His hand holding the pen was a little empty, and an innocent elder fell and died on the spot.

"Every three breaths, I kill someone. ”

"Until...... Kill them all. ”

When these words fell, a desperate panic atmosphere spread, and some people with poor minds tried to escape, but a pair of invisible big hands directly crushed them, turning into a blood mist, and there were no bones left......

Even the elder brother Wang Teng, who is calm and calm on weekdays, is also panicked at this moment.

Hysterical, crying and begging for mercy, terrified.

A lot of negative feelings are hyping up the entire mountain range of Changqingmen.

"Oh?"

In vain, just as the man in gray held the brush again, and made a gesture to kill the second person, he stopped.

He looked in one direction.

His tone was hideous, and he chuckled in a low voice: "You finally can't sit still, I'm kind-hearted...... Uncle Lin ......"

Suddenly, everyone looked in that direction.

An ordinary figure walked in front of him.

"Boom ——!"

Whether it was Wang Teng, Tang Shi, or even Zhang Dazhi, the people who recognized this face only felt a thunderbolt in their minds!

All dumbfounded!

The young man was unhurried and approached step by step.

He was still carrying a hoe from the medicine field on his shoulder, and his body was stained with a little mud, and he shook his head and said, "Why bother, Ergoudan." ”

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