Unlike Tianquan, which is rich in resources, other small sects are having a very difficult time, and even Bigu Dan cannot be fully supplied, so other resources can be imagined. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It is an unwritten convention for high-level disciples to exploit low-level disciples. It's not that everyone is brutal and forcible to rob, but if you don't rob it, you can't improve your cultivation, and if you don't want to be robbed by higher-level disciples, you have to rob yourself as well as your own.

The days of the low-level disciples are self-evident, in order to occupy higher-end resources and reduce the number of competitors, the disciples of these sects rarely teach each other and help each other.

The group that killed the disciples of Tianquan before is considered the elite disciples of various sects, and it is commonly said that they are the ones who rob people. was killed by Ying Wubao and others, and the sect had no choice but to send ordinary and even low-level disciples in one after another, hoping to overwhelm the quality with quantity. Most of the people who fell behind them now were actually poor babies who had been robbed.

The kid who came to eat was actually a registered disciple in charge of cultivating spiritual rice in the sect before, and he was almost no different from the miscellaneous servants of Tianquan. In addition to handing over the prescribed spiritual rice, there is still a little left for personal use, and there is almost no other income at all. For disciples like him, the sect actually allocates a little cultivation resources to some extent. But as the lowest disciple, he never got these things in his hands, and he didn't even know who had taken his share.

He could only desperately urge the earth spiritual power every day, so that the production of spiritual rice could be increased, and there would be more leftovers to exchange with his senior brothers and sisters for gadgets that they no longer needed. As for how much you can get, it depends on the mood and character of the other party, it is common to deduct it, and even robbed him more than once, and it is lucky not to be beaten.

It's not that he's particularly unlucky, but the low-level disciples like him are in the same situation! He has lived in the sect for generations, but his ancestors have never had particularly good qualifications, so his parents are also miscellaneous workers, grandparents, uncles and uncles, and all kinds of relatives with a large number of people are all miscellaneous workers.

If it weren't for the sect's words, if you don't kill someone, you will be killed. They don't even want to enter the Immortal Mansion, even if they are forced to come in now, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, they really have no motivation.

Most of the disciples on the other side were actually in this situation, which made the Tianquan disciples particularly helpless. The disciples of the various sects who died killed the same sects of the Heavenly Power Mountains, and they also violently beat and oppressed the enemies on the opposite side. There is a saying that "the enemy of the enemy is a friend", and those poor babies on the other side really talk about it, most of them should be their friends, right, look at this trouble, I don't know what crazy those high up the last immortals are going crazy!

Ying Wubao was particularly impatient, and yelled at Mingyue: "How long are you going to cry and cry? Don't you know that the reason why those sects are living so hard is because they have to give us resources every year!"

After she finished yelling, everyone suddenly felt even more guilty. Although they still hate those wicked people who killed their fellow disciples, they are also really sorry for these low-level disciples who really supply all kinds of resources.

Ying Wubao shook his head, these heavenly power peers are still simple in the end, and they still have a pure heart. It's not like she has lived for three hundred years, although she has not experienced it personally, but she has seen the cruel world of the jungle.

Only Xuan Jue barely understands her contradictions: she is impatient with such sympathy because she has seen too much, and she will sympathize with her own uncontrollable if she has not experienced it herself. "Wu Bao, don't think too much! If I don't open my mind, sooner or later it will be someone else's food!"

Ying Wubao was stunned, yes, the demon is the creature that most naked embodies the survival of the strong. She muttered a little aggrieved: "I didn't stop that kid and didn't let him get on the sand boat." I also let him eat, and agreed to let him come again. Mingyue, what are they still uncomfortable with?"

On the other side, the kid who rubbed the rice also sneaked back to the camp. A tall, thin, fifty or six like him was wandering about, and when one looked back and saw him, he ran to him over a few cauldrons of food scraps. A slap beckoned him to the top of his head, scolding in his mouth, with obvious anxiety and worry, "Mi'er, where have you gone? I can't see you for dinner, fortunately I left you food, hurry up and pull down your stomach, who knows when those senior brothers in front of you will go forward again!"

The boy who was called Mi'er touched his head embarrassedly, "Cousin, I'm sorry! Have you eaten enough? ”

The cousin looked at him suspiciously: "Who are you blinding? You won't go to the front to eat with your brothers, will they? They can call you? With such a good thing, we don't have to come in and suffer. ”

The young man secretly looked around, and lowered his voice to his cousin's ear, "Cousin, let me tell you, I went to Tianquan's side to eat." The food is good, braised pork, coo pork, sauce-flavored pork ribs, sizzling steak...... It's all names I've never heard of! It's amazing! It's better than eating it outside!"

The two cousins, who thought they were whispering, were startled when they heard a neat and loud sound of sucking saliva behind them. I saw a half circle of people behind me at some point.

The cousin pushed them one by one, shouting, "What are you doing, my brother hasn't done anything!"

A little man with a hippie smile came up and said, "Hey, don't do that! As soon as your brother came back, the incense he was carrying, and you didn't smell it." Look at us, which one of us has been waiting with his ears pricked up all the time?"

The other one, who was quite stocky, also interjected: "That's it, don't you say it yourself, who doesn't know anyone, and no one goes to tell the truth, right?

When Mi'er saw the dozen or so people who came up, they all took care of him on weekdays, and they were not stingy at the moment. He took down the food box he had been carrying from behind him, "Tianquan doesn't have much, this is still what Senior Brother Mingyue specially packed for me secretly." You don't want to taste all my saliva?"

"I'm just waiting for you to say this!" As he spoke, a dozen or so people showed their chopsticks in unison, and there was a rush of grabbing. In the blink of an eye, there was only a piece of meat left, lying alone at the bottom of the lunch box. "Hey, I said, brother, do you want to taste it? If you don't taste it, just give it to me! It's really delicious!"

The cousin was stunned for a long time, and after reacting, he directly picked up the food box and poured it into his mouth, chewing and saying, "You are also thick-skinned......! Hey, what the hell! Why is it so delicious! You left me a piece of rice bucket around? This is my brother's back! I'll fight with you!"

After a burst of laughter, everyone couldn't help but look at Mi'er expectantly, "Mi'er, when are you going again?"