"Say your choice, or say that you have no choice now. ”

The eyes of the master of the Hundred Flowers Gate were firmly fixed on the gray-robed old man, and he was turning his back to the light outside to make a rough outline at this time. The glittering golden light in his eyes makes anyone feel frightened and frightened when they see it.

The gray-robed old man took a breath, at this most critical juncture, he did not choose to give in, but clenched his teeth tightly, so that he did not have any movement, and the power of resistance naturally came out, and the slave contract swayed for a while, losing its effect.

This means that there is no successful signing, if the gray-robed old man is very obedient at this time, then he will be able to sign it soon, although the mana is very weak, but it is normal to complete this small spell.

The face of the master of the Baihua Gate suddenly turned cold, and this refusal meant that the other party had become his enemy. The flame in his hand leaned forward suddenly, only to see a burst of white smoke rising, and the gray-robed old man was directly burned into ashes by him.

Leaving a little black scum still scattered on the ground, a gust of wind blew, and the black ashes dissipated into the air with the wind, and the master of such a sect was killed by the master of the Hundred Flowers Sect in such a large public.

The surrounding immortal cultivators were shocked at first, no one thought that the master of the Baihua Sect would be so vicious, and the impression was that the other party had always been an amiable door master, although the Baihua Gate was the largest sect in the vicinity, but it did not have any intention of bullying people, and it had a good relationship with the surrounding sects.

Gray robe in the opposite direction. When the old man put forward those two conditions, some people still felt that they had misheard, and the always amiable master would not do such a dangerous thing.

And what happened next made them feel the cruelty of reality, sure enough, only the strong in this world are qualified to survive, and the rest are too good at camouflage.

Juli Immortal is like this, and so is the master of Baihuamen, they are all for their own means when they do things, they can usually pretend to be amiable, but when they move to the critical time, they will show their fangs.

The master of the Hundred Flowers Gate didn't pay attention to the eyes and shouts of the people around him, and turned straight in the other direction.

At a table in the corner was a large, swarthy man with a swarthy face, like a woodcutter, with two axes at his waist.

He is also a person who drinks less, and the poisoning is not very deep, but he can still stand there in the new area, perhaps because the muscles on his body are relatively large, so he can stand.

His strength is pitifully low, he has just reached the realm of reason, and he is only one weight, which is about five times less than the highest on the field, and he is the kind of person with relatively low strength.

However, this person is indeed the leader of the Yancheng Xiashan Gang, although there are many people in his sect who have reached the Yuanying realm without five folds, but he still sits in the position of the gang leader.

This person must have certain means to deter members of other gangs, so he has become the second choice of the master of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

"You've already seen what happened just now, so I don't want to talk nonsense with you more, it's still two choices, you start. ”

The master of the Hundred Flowers Gate raised his head slightly, and the injured flames had already begun to appear on the other party, and if he dared to say a word, he would kill him again.

The Descending Mountain Gang opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, which contrasted with his complexion.

"There is no choice for me, the one who knows the times is Junjie, since you want to sign a servant contract, then come, I will not resist. ”

He is very smart, knowing that if he doesn't agree at this time, there will be only death, although he has become the slave of the other party, but there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

The master of the Hundred Flowers Gate also smiled, the servant contract, and quickly chanted the incantation, and then the ripples rippled and fell to the center of the eyebrows of the leader of the Lower Mountain Gang.

Then there was a secret connection between the two people, and the master of the Hundred Flowers Sect could rely on his own thoughts at this time to let the other party's bloodline explode and die.

Of course, this is based on the fact that one's own cultivation is higher than the other party's, and once the other party surpasses it, then this servant contract can be directly broken.

"Good, good!"

The face of the Hundred Flowers Sect Master showed a trace of crazy joy, this success was a good start for him, and it also set an example for many immortal cultivators on the field.

In fact, he was still very worried in his heart, if all the leaders of the gang in the field were willing to die, not only would he not get the benefits, but he also set up so many enemies in vain, which was very detrimental to his future development.

It is very gratifying to have such a good response from the first example, and I believe that the next thing will be even better.

The master of the Hundred Flowers Gate ignored the leader of the Xiashan Gang, and turned around and continued to find the next monk.

This person is different from other immortal cultivators, he is not wearing a Taoist robe, but a cloth robe, very simple, about sixty years old, bald, but the loose hair around the head can reach the length of a human face.

After he saw the arrival of the Hundred Flowers Gate Master, he smiled slightly, and then opened his very thin palm, and there was a fluctuation of mana inside, and then a red light cluster was formed.

After Baihuamen saw it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was actually able to exert mana, although it was particularly low-level, which was really beyond his expectations.

"I will resist desperately, if you want to fight me, your mind will consume the mana of your whole body, do you think you want to come?"

The bald old man looked like he was winning, he had now seen the other party's ambitions, and he wanted to make so many gangs all comfortable, and he had mana, if the other party fought each other, it would definitely consume some, and the others would recover, it would definitely be too late.

The master of the Hundred Flowers Gate also understood this truth, he didn't say anything and turned around directly to find other people, instead of wasting time with the other party, it was better to choose the next target.

The bald old man was spread out on his seat, a posture that would allow him to save his physical strength to the greatest extent for recovery.

His eyes quietly looked out of the door, and he could still see the shadow of the immortal, and there must be a connection between the two, otherwise the master of the Hundred Flowers Gate would not be so abnormal.

What did the immortal tell him that would make the always amiable Hundred Flowers Gate so cruel?

What kind of agreement did the two men come to?

The bald old man had a lot of questions in his heart.