The Central Plains has a large population, of which the proportion of mortals accounts for about ninety percent of the total number of people. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSo, monks have always been in the minority.

A powerful monk can destroy tens of thousands of mortal beings in an instant, but even so, the monk can't really cultivate independently from mortals.

A human being is a social animal, and no matter how much his destructive ability is improved, he still needs enough cultivation supplies. However, it seems that many monks are not aware of this. They torture mortals with wanton, and they treat human life like a straw. Most of them believe that mortals can live without being in this world.

Perverse behavior, bullying the weak, so that mortals can only survive in the cracks.

Hong Ye's outer village belongs to such a crack. But this gap is too small to save the lives of most mortals.

Do you want to make a living? Or do you choose to resist? This is the question. However, Hong Ye's choice is self-evident.

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Ren Xiaotian has been in the outer village for more than half a year, and now, his body has returned to its original appearance, and his complexion is more ruddy than before. He simply tied a ponytail, looking young and handsome. During this time, he had been studying the Iron Sword Duel.

Qing Qiuzi's remaining spiritual power in the iron sword allowed Ren Xiaotian to smoothly enter the cultivation of the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Period. And after that, Hong Ye provided Ren Xiaotian with a large number of spirit stones, which were used to replenish the spiritual power in the iron sword.

Until now, Ren Xiaotian had already entered the realm of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and he was only one step away from building a foundation.

Ren Xiaotian and Hong Ye are not related, and in fact, he doesn't know why Hong Ye did this. However, he soon knew.

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Every morning, Ren Xiaotian would practice the condensing sword technique of the Iron Sword Gate in front of the row houses in the pit of the outer village.

This set of swordsmanship is very special, because Ren Xiaotian can't use a sword at all. The condensation sword technique is to inject the spiritual energy in the body into the iron sword that you carry, and then the spiritual energy is refined and purified by the iron sword, and then poured back into the body of the caster.

After purifying the aura, its plasticity will reach an extremely terrifying increase. And the reason why the caster doesn't use the sword is because the sword body is transformed by the aura in the body.

Therefore, this set of swordsmanship will be called the condensation swordsmanship.

Every day, there are many mortals waiting to start work in the pit who can happen to see Ren Xiaotian practicing, but since the aura condensing sword is invisible, his moves are very strange.

At this moment, there was a group of miners with bamboo baskets on their backs and mining picks in their hands, squatting not far away, watching Ren Xiaotian practice with interest.

One of the miners, who had not been here for a long time, couldn't help but ask with great interest, "Who is this man, and how can you see him dancing here every morning?"

To this, someone replied, "What kind of hand is dancing? I think this person should be the same as the Heavenly Congdao Master, he is a monk, and he is practicing the exercises!"

The miners were bored waiting, so their chatterbox was opened on the spot.

"I don't look like it, it is said that Wang Zhuangshi from the White Emperor City is a monk, I see that he has practiced martial arts, but he is much more majestic than this. ”

"That's right, this person looks much weaker than Wang Zhuangshi, I think he is dancing with his hands, he may have a brain injury, and he is going crazy here!"

The man who said this was a young man in his early twenties. What he said naturally reached Ren Xiaotian's ears.

Of course, Ren Xiaotian was uncomfortable to listen to, but Xu Changfeng had been teaching him to be tolerant in everything, so he didn't have the same knowledge as him.

Practicing is supposed to pay attention to calmness, but Ren Xiaotian's heart has fluctuated. So, he immediately stopped, and then turned back to the townhouse where he was.

When everyone saw that he was being talked about, they didn't even dare to put a fart, so most people had a conclusion in their hearts.

"Look, someone called him a madman, and he went into the house, and you said that such a man was a monk, and I didn't believe it. ”

Hong Ye did not disclose Ren Xiaotian's identity to others, so most people didn't know that he was a monk.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of wooden handles turning ropes, and it was clear that someone was about to come down from above.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but fall silent. Because they knew that it was no one else who was coming down from above, but their foreman.

The foreman was their immediate superior, and he came here every day to supervise the hard work of these mortals. The foreman has absolute power here, and if mortals are lazy in their work, he can even execute them outright.

The miners have always been in awe of the foreman. So as soon as they heard this, they immediately fell silent. If the foreman finds them chatting here, they will be whipped.

After about a moment, the rope ladder finally came down. Then, a chubby man in his thirties hurried down the rope ladder.

Obviously, this man was not the foreman, because the moment everyone saw him, their upright body immediately relaxed.

Seeing this situation, some people scolded him, "Didn't you yellow fat man go to buy food, why did you suddenly come back to scare us?"

The fat man slapped his thigh hard, and then said anxiously, "It's not good, it's not good!"

The person closest to the yellow fat man couldn't help asking, "What's wrong, what's going on, is it necessary to shout so much?"

Huang Fatzi hurriedly said, "Yesterday, I was going to go to the town to buy grain, but when I passed by Qilin Slope, I saw the wanted warrant of the Holy Son Hall, wanted by Hong Ye!"

What? Isn't Hong Ye a member of the Holy Son Church? How could the Holy Son Church want him?

Like a thunderbolt from the sky, everyone panicked when they heard the news.

"What's going on, why is the Holy Son wanted by him?"

Huang Fatzi shook his head and said, "I don't know very well, anyway, according to my inquiry, Hong Ye seems to have taken something from other people's Holy Son Hall, so he is wanted by them." ”

"What should we do then? Will Master Hong come back again? If he doesn't have him in the other villages, how can we live?"

Huang Fatzi said excitedly, "People's wanted warrants but whether they live or die, this headless thing, do you say that Hong Ye will come back?" I learned the news halfway, so I hurried back, now that Hong Ye is out of power, Ma Mazi of Qilinpo will definitely come to find us trouble, I will go and tell my wife to leave the village immediately, I advise you to leave quickly. ”

After speaking, the fat yellow man ran away.

Sometimes, the human heart is really fragile, and once the dragon is leaderless, and then it discovers any disturbing fear, it immediately falls into chaos.

Then, the people who were waiting to start work couldn't help but glance at each other, and then they also scurried around like a yellow fat man.

Some of them chose to flee for their lives because of fear, while some of them wanted to call their family members and run for their lives together, just like Huang Fatzi.

Yes, all this is too weird, why did they feel that they had no way to live as soon as Hong Ye was wanted?