Although Wang Zhiyuan still has the ability to escape when he encounters a strong man above level ninety, but after all, he drags his family with his mouth, and the monk can't escape the temple, and it won't be fun for a while when people are angry and copy Fengzong, after all, this is also Wang Zhiyuan's hard work, but it can't be said that it's gone, but now it's like this, and it can only be dealt with, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, maybe it will step on shit luck today.

"Who trespassed on my Jili Quaila Sect, report your name, spare you from death!" As soon as Wang Zhiyuan arrived at the Clan, a middle-aged man with a bearded face walked out, and Wang Zhiyuan roughly counted it, there should be about 3,000 people in total.

Wang Zhiyuan was really frightened at this time, there were only more than 1,000 people in the people he brought plus those who had just surrendered and surrendered, and he took out 3,000 people from the Demon Sect alone, which made Wang Zhiyuan still alive, Wang Zhiyuan's face instantly became gloomy, 3,000 people, they have to die of exhaustion.

"You can listen to my name, because this name will be the summary of your life, my name is Wang, Zhi, Yuan. Wang Zhiyuan said word by word, the head can be broken and the blood can flow, but it is still necessary to pretend to be 13, and since the other party has sent 3,000 people, Wang Zhiyuan has no intention of sitting down quietly to talk about ideals and life.

And Wang Zhiyuan also spied out, this person is only level 70, and he may be an absolute strong person for people on the border, but in front of him, he is a person who can collapse if he farts, so Wang Zhiyuan didn't take him seriously at all, but he still has to pay attention to his image, as a public figure, farting on the street is not a good behavior.

When the middle-aged strong man heard that this half-old little hairy boy didn't take himself in his eyes so much, he was anxious on the spot, "The little fart kid is going to be rampant, take his life!"

"I'm standing here, it's up to you to kill me. Wang Zhiyuan stood in the air and said lightly. The middle-aged strong man's body shot out, and instantly arrived at Wang Zhiyuan's side, the big knife tore the air and slashed at Wang Zhiyuan, seeing that Wang Zhiyuan couldn't dodge, the strong man showed a weird smile.

But when the big knife was cut down, the strong man's face instantly darkened. No matter how hard he tried, the big knife would never be able to get close to Wang Zhiyuan, just staying motionless in front of Wang Zhiyuan, the corners of Wang Zhiyuan's mouth were slightly hooked, "You're done, it's my turn!"

"Demon Breaking Fist!" Wang Zhiyuan shouted, his fist struck out fiercely, and instantly hit the strong man's lower abdomen, and the strong man's body was directly knocked away, falling to the ground, smashing a big hole on the ground.

"Poof"

The strong man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Wang Zhiyuan blankly, with a trace of fear in his eyes. The three thousand disciples behind and the onlookers all gasped, and the young man in front of him, who looked weak, actually beat a level 70 powerhouse with one blow and had no power to fight back, but they didn't know that Wang Zhiyuan didn't use any force at all.

Wang Zhiyuan looked at the three thousand disciples below, a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes, and then he said, "I give you two choices, first, join Fengzong, and I will definitely not treat you badly in the future, and second, I will be killed by us." ”

The disciples below lowered their heads one by one to discuss this, and it didn't take long for one person to speak

"The Great Elder was killed, and I am willing to surrender. "When one person speaks, everyone else speaks.

"I surrender too!"

"And me, I surrender too!" ......

Among the three thousand people, none of them resisted stubbornly, they all disarmed and surrendered, Wang Zhiyuan instructed Haotian to give each of them a bottle of potion, and then Wang Zhiyuan walked into the interior of the Gura Sect alone, as soon as he entered, three figures appeared in front of Wang Zhiyuan, one of the three was level 70, one was level 75, and one person was level 80.

It can be seen that the breath of several people is extremely unstable, obviously they have just broken through, coupled with the movement outside, causing them to barely break through, and their strength is greatly reduced, but it is definitely much stronger than before, as the so-called emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, so they have stepped into a new level.

Wang Zhiyuan looked at the three of them, with a smile in his eyes, and before the three of them spoke, Wang Zhiyuan preemptively said, "Are you going to die, or do you belong to me?"

The 80-level thin old man smiled and said, "How can the sect master of my dignified sect be greedy for life and afraid of death? Not to mention that your strength is not more than Er'er,"

"Then go to death......" Before the words were finished, the middle-aged man of level 75 behind the thin old man stabbed a knife in the back of the thin old man, and the level 70 man behind him also fell in a pool of blood.

"Second child, you ......" After saying that, the old man's body fell.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man on the ground, and said helplessly, "I'm also here to survive, I'm sorry big brother." Then he looked at Wang Zhiyuan and said, "I am willing to join Fengzong." ”

Wang Zhiyuan looked at him, smiled slightly, and then his body disappeared instantly, "Interspersed and slashed!" Wang Zhiyuan shouted, and then, the middle-aged man turned into a blood mist. "In order to survive, he mutilated his brother, and this kind of person cannot be left. Wang Zhiyuan patted the dirt road on his hand.

After looting all the money on several people, Wang Zhiyuan walked out and said to a few people, "Brother Lin, you take some people to take over the territory of this Jili Qualazong, and then each merchant will let them sign a contract, and those who do not accept it will be killed." Rich money, from now on this is the helm of Fengzong, you should be the helmsman here, and give the disciples a share of the potions or other things in it, and you can take a little more yourself. ”

"Okay, Mr. Wang, I'll do it. Lin Che looked at Wang Zhiyuan and said, since following Wang Zhiyuan, Lin Che couldn't imagine that he could become such a person, and now I am afraid that no one at the border does not know him, Lin Che's eyes immediately turned to the disciples behind, "You come with me." ”

And the big money is even happier, and now he has really become a big money. hurriedly thanked Wang Zhiyuan, and then began to be busy with big and small things, just receiving trivial matters are naturally indispensable, but the big money looks like he is enjoying it.

"Let's go back. Wang Zhiyuan looked at the rest of the people. Then he rode his mount towards Fengzong.

Along the way, Sun Wukong told Wang Zhiyuan about his heroic experience, what went up the knife mountain and down to the sea of fire, killed the devil and fought monsters, and the spit flew everywhere, Wang Zhiyuan also listened carefully, this is not the same as the version on the earth.

Wang Zhiyuan even wants to be a director after returning to Earth and write about Sun Wukong's experience, but he just thinks about it.