The Taoist priest, who was almost stunned by the big fat man, avoided the big fat man with a frightened face, handed it over to Master Zhang, and turned to deal with the other townspeople.

Another battle circle is the last disciple of Zhang Lijun and Master Zhang, the two fought back and forth, tiger and tiger, and the other townspeople wanted to come over to help Zhang Lijun, but they couldn't intervene.

More townspeople could only surround the periphery, although the crowd was angry, but they couldn't squeeze into the battle circle, because their enemies were only four masters and apprentices, and there were only a few places that could shoot, and they couldn't intervene at all, so they could only verbally attack outside:

"Shoot him!"

"Fuck it!"

"Scratch the shit!"

"Dig his hair!"

"You're stupid, kick him in the ass!"

"Point him ......"

In such a chaotic scene, the most beneficial is naturally the dust mirror with the ability to absorb emotions, and such a degree of emotional energy, the dust mirror has never encountered it in his life.

At the moment, while happily absorbing emotional energy, I am happily watching this rare big scene.

Jiang Yitian had already laughed so much that people turned their backs on their horses, this group of mortals didn't talk about martial arts at all when they fought, just like a shrew tearing up a battle, and he was so happy to see it in his heart.

Qin Xian also laughed quite rarely, this was the first time he had laughed out loud since the accident in Suiyuan Town.

But these residents of Furong Town couldn't laugh at all, they were just mortals who had suffered this great change, and they didn't have the ability to resist the catastrophe at all.

Even though the immortal cultivators took action to bring them to this relatively safe place, this was not another kind of sorrow?

In this Heavenly King Jin Gang array, fish and dragons are mixed, gathering monks within a radius of thousands of miles, although Tianji Valley acts brightly, and all the disciples also abide by the rules of the valley and do not offend mortals in the slightest, but there must be shadows under the light.

Some unscrupulous monks have taken up the idea of these mortals, and used them as a catharsis for their pickled thoughts, and too many young women have been murdered, including even handsome young men.

In this context, it is a kind of sadness to be beautiful.

They had no choice, because they were mortals, and they didn't dare to report it to the disciples of Tianji Valley, because they were mortals, and they didn't dare to resist, or because they were mortals.

These immortal cultivators have too many ways to make them disappear from this world without even realizing it.

Those who rose up to resist, those who were bent on seeking justice for their children, without exception, all got the above end - disappeared from this world silently!

Someone suggested making a big deal out of it so that Tianji Valley wouldn't sit back and ignore it, but the wise man among mortals gave the answer - it would never work!

If you make a big deal, there will be bloodshed, but who will bleed? Nobody wants to shed blood, no one wants to be heroes, they don't want to die, they all want to live.

Even though there were many brave men who were not afraid of sacrifice who stood up and stabbed the matter to the disciples of Tianji Valley at the cost of rivers of blood.

But they weren't sure if they would be put to death, most likely by a reprimand, or by some kind of flesh and skin.

Because the great war is imminent, the value of a monk is higher than that of 10,000 mortals combined, mortals are only burdens, but monks are warriors, whether the warrior is right or evil, as long as he is a warrior, he is valuable.

As long as the evil cultivators do not die, and the revenge is instantaneous, there will inevitably be more bloodshed, and more mortals will disappear silently in this world.

Take 10,000 steps back, if these evil cultivators are executed, can you guarantee that all the evil cultivators will be executed?

As long as the evil cultivators do not die, the revenge will still come, and the rabbit and fox will not be more intense under the sorrow, and the evil cultivators will also have a stronger sense of prevention, and will make everyone disappear before the next big trouble.

Under the catastrophe, the death of mortals is too easy to explain, and there is nothing easier than this.

In this place where dragons and snakes are mixed, being a mortal is sad, helpless, helpless, and even life and death are in the monk's thoughts.

Either die or endure, endure the ruthlessness of heaven and earth, endure the injustice of the Great Dao, endure the exploitation and oppression from evil cultivators, and endure the sorrow of being a mortal.

And the sorrow of the weak is much more than that, they do not have the courage to draw their swords and swing them at the stronger, they only swing their swords at the weaker.

This is especially true when their very existence is at stake, especially when the price of food they depend on is low and the price is rising.

The residents of Furong Town had to point the tip of their knives at Master Zhang, and they also had enough reasons to aim the tip of their knives at the four masters and apprentices of Master Zhang.

Perhaps in the eyes of the three of them, the choices and actions of the residents of Furong Town are just a farce that makes them laugh, but for these sad and poor residents, it is their struggle for survival.

People are selfish, especially when they are threatened with death, and Master Zhang is no exception.

On that day, the dust mirror burned all the zombies and zombies in Furong Town, and after leaving with Qin Xian, the big fat man fell asleep due to the powerful medicinal power of Hua Erdan.

The simple residents of Furong Town thought that the corpse disaster had been eliminated and they could live and work in peace and contentment at the moment, so they took out half of their family's savings to thank these four heroes who returned triumphantly.

In their hearts, heroes deserve this gratitude.

The money-greedy master and apprentice did not refuse, and they would not dislike the money in their hands, especially when the money was so abundant and justified.

But in less than a day, the corpse disaster struck again, and it was even more ferocious than before, just when the residents were at a loss.

The immortal cultivators made a move, and they claimed to be monks from the Qing Law Sect, the native immortal cultivators of the Lan Kingdom.

The residents of Furong Town were brought here by the monks of the Qing Fa Sect, along with Master Zhang's apprentice who had not had time to leave.

When they came here, the formation had not yet been completed, but they deeply realized the pathos of being mortals.

Until today, they have run out of money, but the big fat man has woken up, and everyone has learned the faces of Master Zhang's master and apprentice.

So there was a scene of the previous scuffle, they wanted to get back their own savings and buy the food that had risen several times to maintain their lives.

But how could Master Zhang obediently take it out, it was not only these residents who suffered from the threat of survival, but also his four masters and apprentices, here and now, with more money in his hand, there was more hope for survival.

Asking him to hand over the money is tantamount to asking him to hand over his old life.

But as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and under the wave of greetings from the residents of Furong Town, his three apprentices were quickly thrown to the ground and captured by the townspeople.

Master Zhang was about to use his spiritual power ruthlessly, but three sharp knives were pressed against his disciple's neck.

Although the previous melee seemed to be fierce, both sides were careful and did not cause any deaths, but at this moment, the residents of Furong Town seemed to be ruthless.

The mayor stood up and said, "Master Zhang! You don't have to do things too much, this money doesn't belong to you in the first place, if you don't pay the money again, don't blame us for being ruthless, and the result is the lives of your three disciples! ”

Master Zhang looked at the three sharp blades that were tightly pressed against the disciple's neck, and his face was very ugly.

He has no children and no daughters, and his three disciples are also fatherless and motherless, and the four masters and apprentices depend on each other, and they have long been in love with father and son, and he can't do it if he wants to watch his disciples die in front of him.

A large part of the reason why he swallowed this money with a clear conscience was to keep his three disciples alive.

"Hmph," Master Zhang sneered, and said, "In this world right now, if you ask me to hand over my money, it is equivalent to letting me hand over my life!" ”

Hearing this, a townsman who was under the control of the Taoist priest became ruthless, and gently cut the knife in his hand to the Taoist priest's neck, and immediately blood flowed out, and the resident threatened:

"In today's camp, a mortal is like an ant, I may not dare to kill people in normal times, but now, I dare!"

Master Zhang's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Stop! If this disciple of mine has three longs and two shorts, the old man will not give you the money if he dies, believe me, you can't stop the old man! ”

The mayor hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Take a step back, if you want to live, everyone will live together, if you want to die, everyone will die together, I won't embarrass you, take out the money, all of us will divide it equally, and it will be counted as your master and apprentice, how about it?" ”

Master Zhang thought for a while, then nodded, he had no choice.

In this way, the farce in the eyes of the three people of the dust mirror has just come to an end, and at this time, the big white fat man glanced at the door of the camp, and he glanced at it inadvertently, but he recognized the dust mirror among the three at a glance.

Immediately, he shouted and ran towards the gate of the camp: "Immortal Master! Immortal Master! See you again at last! ”

The big fat man ran over and wanted to hold the hand of the dust mirror, but he was dodged by the dust mirror with a disgusted face, the psychological shadow brought to him by the former still exists, how could he let him have physical contact with himself?

Dust Mirror subconsciously glanced at the big fat man's buttocks, but fortunately, the scene imprinted in his mind did not appear, and he was relieved at the moment.

The big fat man knelt on the ground excitedly, and said gratefully to the dust mirror:

"Thanks to the elixir given by the immortal master, after I ate it, I not only became as strong as an ox, but also full of energy, and now I feel that even if I can't eat for half a year, I can't starve to death!"

Although the elixir eaten by the big fat man is only a very low-level antidote pill, it also contains a lot of energy.

These energies may not be anything to the dust mirror, but to mortals, they are an astronomical amount, with the support of these energies, the big fat man will not only starve to death for half a year, even if it lasts for a year, there is no problem at all.

The big fat man ran over with great momentum, and immediately attracted the attention of the residents of Furong Town, but except for Zhang Lijun's family, no one knew the dust mirror, so they were busy dividing up the money that Master Zhang took out.

With this money, they will be able to hold on for a little longer.

Zhang Lijun hurriedly brought his family over to greet the dust mirror, and the dust mirror responded one by one.

(End of chapter)