Steward Xiong's small eyes narrowed into a slit and swept towards the skinny stall owner, and the other party's legs trembled in horror, and the whole person shrank by a bit.

"Useless things, don't find out your identity before doing things!"

Steward Xiong scolded in his stomach, and said in an awe-inspiring manner: "The disciples of Qingfeng Sect must also be reasonable, and they can't bully people in the Fang City, let's say yes!" ”

"Two miscellaneous disciples, there is a clan brother who also worships in the Qingfeng Sect...... Hehe, inner disciple Xiong Baishan, I don't know if I've heard of it. If the two of them wanted to bully others, Lao Xiong could only write a letter to inform the clan brother of this matter, and ask him to find an elder in the sect to comment on it. ”

"You, how are you going?"

Old man Tong has been cautious all his life, and with his first-hand Lingnong technique, he entered the Qingfeng Sect and became a miscellaneous disciple, and he has just passed a few comfortable days.

When he heard that someone from the other party was an inner disciple, he panicked.

In the eyes of these miscellaneous disciples, the inner disciples can be regarded as great figures.

Although it can't be directly managed on their heads, the worst way out for people in the future is to be in charge of the outer door, and in a casual word, there will be people in the outer gate who sell the face of the inner disciples to target the two miscellaneous disciples.

Since entering the Qingfeng Gate, he first had to give exercises, and then tested Old Man Tong's farming skills, and directly allocated thirty acres of spiritual land for him to manipulate.

All the assigned sect tasks are related to Lingnong, and there is no danger at all, which is most in line with what Old Man Tong thinks.

The Lingzhi steward also said that as long as the output of the spiritual land increases by 20% next year, he will hand over the hundreds of acres of spiritual land he is responsible for to Old Man Tong, and will also apply for pills from the sect to help him break through to the middle stage of qi refining.

The old man Tong, who felt that a good day was ahead, was most afraid of twists and turns, and he was really going to hate the inner disciple, and finally lost his identity as a miscellaneous disciple, then he really fell from heaven to hell.

"I think this treasure bowl is worth ten spirit stones...... You should compensate according to this amount, and there will be no further entanglements in the future. ”

Steward Xiong has a fat appearance, but his mind is very smart, and when he sees the old man Tong, he knows that the other party belongs to the most unpowerful of the miscellaneous disciples.

No background, no talent, no spirit stone, no personnel.

has the support of the inner disciple tiger skin, and he has no big confidence.

However, with the identity of the miscellaneous disciple of Qingfeng Sect, he couldn't slaughter it this time, so he casually blackmailed a few spirit stones to let them go, and he also had face.

"Ten dollars is ten dollars...... Senior Brother Lu, let's get together. ”

Ten spirit stones, for Old Man Tong and Lu Song, is not a small number.

However, now that he has lost his sense of proportion, hearing that this spirit stone can resolve the trouble, the old man Tong is relieved.

Lu Song bit his lip fiercely, and he didn't let go of his mouth when blood oozed out, and there was only one sentence in his mouth: "I didn't do it, I didn't do it......"

He couldn't figure it out, when he was doing casual cultivation, he could only swallow his anger when he was bullied.

Immersed in penance, he didn't dare to relax for a day, and finally on the day when the mountain gate of Qingfeng Gate was opened, he was included in the selection of miscellaneous disciples, and because the first two casual cultivators in front of him disappeared inexplicably, he was lucky to become a miscellaneous disciple.

But with the status of a disciple of Qingfeng Sect, he still has to suffer injustice, and what is he cultivating for a long time.

"I didn't break this bowl, I won't pay for the spirit stone!"

Lu Song stubbornly raised his head and shouted loudly.

"What did you say?"

Steward Xiong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that something would change again.

"You can think clearly, if you misbehave, relying on the name of a disciple of Qingfeng Sect to bully and suppress loose cultivators outside, you will be expelled from the sect. There are two Zhuji elders of the Shangzong in Fang City, as long as I report what happened here, the consequences of the little brother can be imagined. ”

"Senior Brother Lu, don't be impulsive...... Otherwise, I'll take out all the spirit stones, so I don't have to share them, okay? ”

Old man Tong's gray hair was scattered in a hurry, pulling Lu Song.

"Then you tell the elders and let the sect condemn me, I won't admit it myself!"

"That's right, how can my Qingfeng Sect disciple suffer an injustice!"

Bai Zichen applauded.

He watched from the side for a long time, and could only sigh that both of them were in the game, and their reactions were more than a beat slower.

The old man Tong was sleek and afraid, and Lu Song was resolute and stubborn, which originally happened to complement each other, but because he had just left the status of a casual cultivator for a month, he was bluffed by the Xiong manager.

The high-level leaders of Qingfeng Gate did not take the miscellaneous disciples in their eyes, but when they walked outside, they still played the signboard of Qingfeng Gate.

Steward Xiong took this little thing and went to Elder Zhuji, and only when he could get an echo could he have a ghost.

What Bai Zichen didn't expect was that even next to Zongmenfang City, there was such a behavior of hiding dirt and dirt and tyrannizing the market.

And with 10,000 guts, he didn't dare to detain the miscellaneous disciples of Qingfeng Sect.

"Didn't this bear steward just say that he would report to the two elders, then I'll wait here and see what the elders have to say."

"By the way, I also know Senior Brother Xiong Baishan, and I will definitely bring the greetings of Steward Xiong when I return to the sect."

Among the inner disciples, there is indeed a person named Xiong Baishan, and coincidentally, this person is one of the inner disciples who took the initiative to send the name post.

"Brother Bai!"

Old man Tong screamed in surprise, and after the assessment that day, Bai Zichen disappeared.

As soon as he heard this today, he knew that Bai Zichen had also become a disciple of Qingfeng Sect, and with his age and potential, he must be an outer disciple.

Lu Song bowed his head slightly and said hello, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.

Steward Xiong secretly complained, knowing that he had kicked the iron plate today.

Such a young sixth-layer Qi refining acquaintance with Xiong Baishan, eighty percent of them are also inner disciples.

Steward Xiong is now a clan brother to Xiong Baishan, and when he really arrives in front of others, he has already saddled his horse and served left and right.

Although he and Xiong Baishan have the same surname, there is a difference of more than 30 years between the two, and they are separated by many generations.

In order to maintain this line, Steward Xiong sorted out two hundred spirit stones every year and sent them to Xiong Baishan, saying that it was a cultivation resource given by the clan, but in fact, he personally asked for his own pocket.

"I took a closer look at it again, and there are some suspicious cracks in this bowl, and I think it is very likely that Yan Boy directed and acted by himself!."

Steward Xiong turned his head around and completely turned his head from the previous statement.

"Good boy, you actually dare to frame the disciples of the Shangzong and almost deceived me, you really deserve to die!"

Pu fan's big palm slapped over, and with a slap knocked the skinny stall owner's teeth to the ground, and he fainted without a snort.

At the same time, he grabbed this person's storage bag, turned it over for a long time, and grabbed twenty spirit stones to come out.

"This bit of spirit stone should be regarded as the spiritual loss fee paid by this person for framing the disciples of the sect, please be sure to accept it."

Bai Zichen motioned to Old Man Tong to accept the spirit stone, and he didn't bother to care about the rest of the matter.

It doesn't matter if he is rampant and dominates the market, or if he is harmful, he is not a law enforcement monk of the sect, if it weren't for his two old friends today, he might not have made a move next to him.

"Yes, you can still persevere in the face of difficulties...... Brother Lu's soul has experienced this ordeal, and it will not take half a year to estimate that he will be able to cultivate to another level. ”

Bai Zichen and the two walked near the square and talked about the events they had experienced since that day of separation.

Jiang Shu, the little girl, happened to have a family nearby, and she was taken home the next day.

"Thank you Bai, Brother Bai for your encouragement, I just respected my own heart and made a choice."

Lu Song's eyes were full of gratitude, and he was really ready to be fired for a moment just now.

After a simple greeting and a refusal of Old Man Tong's request to divide half of the spirit stones that had been compensated for him, Bai Zichen shirked that there was still something in the door.

When he arrived outside the square, he drove the light directly away, leaving only a touch of ink and green.

"This time it's really a loss to Brother Bai, in the end, he is a disciple of the outer gate, and he met the big man of the inner door within a few days of entry, so that the steward did not dare to act rashly."

Old man Tong patted Lu Song on the shoulder with palpitations and said.

"Senior Brother Lu, you will have to be restrained in the future, there are many people we can't afford to offend!"

"Didn't you hear Bai Xiaoyou say that you have to stick to your heart...... I can't run away anymore. ”

Lu Song took a deep look at the black ring on his index finger, as if he had made a major decision, and his whole temperament changed.