"This is the land of Yimen, those who dare to make trouble will be killed!"

"Do you think that the rules of Yimen are not successful?"

The reprimand, which was not angry, made everyone stand in place and dare not make any more moves.

If the cultivation of the people who come is not high, they will just build the foundation realm.

But.

Even if it is a foundation building realm, it depends on what sect it is, this is a foundation building realm disciple of the Yi Sect, the same cultivation, there is no pressure to deal with a group of foundation building realm disciples of a small sect, not to mention this group of monks who are only in the Qi Refining Realm.

"He, he killed our people from the Pingtian Sect!"

The people of Yimen appeared, knowing that they could not kill Qiao Radan, the leading monk of Pingtian Sect, the wicked person sued first, and wanted to borrow a knife to kill people.

"Huh!"

Joradan smiled.

"So many of you are besieging me, and now you are accusing me of murder, is it possible, do you think that the senior brother of Yimen is a fool? Is it possible, do you think that this mountain of monks is blind!"

This counterattack was extremely ruthless.

The monk of Yimen, who was already angry with Pingtianzong for causing trouble and causing trouble for himself, was provoked by Qiao Ladan at this moment, and he was immediately furious.

"Get out, if you don't roll, you won't be spared!"

A cold snort, murderous rage.

Pee.

The monk of Pingtian Sect was frightened on the spot, how could he dare to trouble Qiao Radan, waved his hand, took a group of subordinates, and wanted to leave.

"Wait!"

Joradan shouted loudly and stopped everyone.

Three or two steps forward.

The frightened Pingtian Sect disciple hurriedly retreated.

"What do you want to do? I, we're Pingtian Sect, don't ask for trouble!"

was slapped in the face, and two people died, and the guy in the lead had long lost his courage, and when he saw Joradan coming forward, he threatened with inwardness.

The monk of Yimen also frowned.

It has already been said that there is no trouble.

Why don't you still give up?

Isn't that a slap in the face!

But just as he was about to attack, Joladan stopped.

I didn't plan to continue looking for trouble.

Joradan stopped next to the two corpses.

Bend over, pick up.

Bend down again, pick up again.

Two storage bags, picked up.

"Hey, how do you feel like you're fighting monsters and exploding things, cool!"

Beautiful, not at all the angry gaze of the group of monks of the Ping Tianzong, Qiao Radan carried two storage bags and came to the side of the Yimen monk.

"This senior brother, this fight is the first trouble of the Pingtian Sect, and it is just self-preservation. ”

"These two storage bags, take them down as compensation, okay?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Qiao Ladan stretched out his hands again, handed over the storage bag, and explained: "The cultivation in Xia is insufficient, and I can't open this storage bag, so I ask Senior Brother to help me open this in Xia." ”

He only said that he opened the storage bag in his right hand, but he did not say that he was in his left hand.

The monk Yimen is not stupid, how can he not know the doorway.

Reaching out, he took the two storage bags, erased the ban on one of them, and returned it to Joradan, as for the remaining one, he quietly stuffed it into his arms.

"You, you!"

The monk who led the Pingtian Sect, that is called an anger.

Their own people died.

The other party also took his own people's things and went to bribe the monk Yimen.

This Nima is so shameless!

I want to rush up and kill Joradan.

But.

This is Yimen, the rules of Yimen, which cannot be violated.

glared at Qiao Ladan hatefully, and everyone in the Pingtian Sect left in embarrassment.

"I remember everything, this is the place of Yimen, the rules of Yimen, no blasphemy is allowed, if anyone dares to commit a crime again, he will not be spared!"

After receiving the benefits of Qiao Radan, the Yimen monk was not ambiguous, and reprimanded the nearly 1,000 monks on this mountain loudly, and then jumped on the spirit sword and took off.

This reprimand, which fell on the monk's ears, naturally had a different taste, and the eyes that looked at Joradan were full of vigilance, and no one dared to fight the idea of that resting place anymore.

That's it.

Sitting lazily on the ground, Joradan began to inspect his loot.

"Cut, poor ghost. ”

There are no good things in the storage bag, less than a hundred spirit stones, a few bottles of Qi Refining Pills, and some garbage materials, counting it, it is only a few hundred spirit stones.

But.

"It's a good storage bag. ”

The seized storage bag is much larger than the one he originally wore, and visually, the storage bag with such a large space is worth two or three thousand spirit stones, to say the least, Joladan is in a state of confusion, and he can't wait to find the Pingtian Sect and loot it all.

But I can only think about it.

This is Yimen, an exclusive widow, as long as the trouble does not come, it is good, then there is time to find trouble with others.

Besides.

If you want to kill someone, after the illusion of refining is opened, there are many opportunities, even if you don't want to kill, when the time comes, the wolves will be around, and you can't kill if you want to.

So, until then, keeping a low profile is king.

Thereupon.

For the next two days, Joradan did not move, and sat here all the time, waiting for the illusion of refining to open.

people, more and more.

Among them, there are many monks who want to rob this place by relying on the large number of people, without exception, they are persuaded by those monks who arrived in advance, and they all obediently leave here, not daring to think about anything else.

In this way, three days passed.

The sky was just hazy.

The monks of Yimen, plus dozens of monks of the Great Gate Sect, appeared in the valley together.

"In one more hour, the Illusion of Refining will open, so be prepared if you want to go to the treasure hunter. ”

"The gate of illusion, only 100 people are allowed to pass through each time, you need to line up to maintain order, if there is a rusher, there will be no forgiveness!"

After finishing speaking, his own disciples stepped forward and arranged the order.

The people standing in front, without exception, were all disciples of the Great Gate Sect, and in the Yi Sect alone, there were hundreds of Qi Refining Realm disciples who wanted to go to the Refining Illusion Realm, and as for the disciples of other sects, there were quite a few.

When these people are lined up, behind them are those middle sects that recruit troops and are no weaker than these major sects.

After that, there are those monks of small sects.

The Xuantian Sect, which was calling for wind and rain at the southern end of Qinglu Mountain, was just a small sect when he arrived here.

As for monks like Joradan, it goes without saying that they were directly arranged to the end.

When everything was ready, an hour had passed.

It's morning, and the sun is shining.

But suddenly, a dark cloud, without warning, appeared out of thin air, blocking the scorching sun.

The dark clouds are huge, don't say that this small valley is a land with a radius of hundreds of miles, and all of them are shrouded in it.

After a break, thunder and lightning followed.

Roaring.

Sting!

A thunderbolt as thick as a giant python pierced the void, and a portal blooming with multicolored glow appeared above the void out of thin air.

The illusion of refining has opened.

"Let's go!"

A Yuanying Realm monk, with a wave of his hand, the hundred Yimen monks at the front flew up in the air, towards the portal, flew over, and disappeared into the portal in an instant.