Compared with other buildings, the miscellaneous dining room of Penglai Pavilion is a little low, and its appearance is inconspicuous, no different from ordinary housing in the outside world.

is such a house, there is an endless stream of people running around, and Ye Yong is one of them.

The treatment of miscellaneous disciples is far from that of those who can practice, to the point where they are enough to take care of three meals, and there are even some fierce beast meat to boost their energy.

But what about Ye Yong and them, every day is a bucket of white porridge and a bucket of green vegetables, so you are too late.

In fact, as miscellaneous disciples, the possibility of entering the inner gate to cultivate is very small, and the reason why they are still staying here is also for the faint hope.

What's more, just to get the title of a lay disciple, so that when you return home, you can have no worries about food and clothing.

But Ye Yongzhi is not here, he just wants to cultivate, not for anything else, just for the ignorance in his heart at present.

But recently, he doesn't seem to have been very lucky, and even the master in charge of the spoon can't get along with him.

"Master, you give too little, why do you give them a bowl but give me a spoonful?"

Ye Yong is not a tolerant person, and when he adds his age, he is naturally strong-blooded, and his face is full of displeasure.

"Shout", the master with a meaty face sneered: "You, you are different from them."

"What's wrong with me"?

Listening to Ye Yong's question, I saw that the master was laughing, and his fat figure trembled.

"Haha, you kid started at the age of three, now it's been more than ten years, I heard that you have been asking for cultivation since you were five years old, and now you have been asking for cultivation ten times, but you have never passed the requirements, you are the most martial arts in this gang, it is simply a waste!

This master spoke badly, and in the end, his tone became vicious, as if he hated Ye Yong to the extreme.

Looking at Ye Yong, he was verbally insulted by him, his face was red with shame, and he only felt angry in his chest.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, when he was young and frivolous and fearless, his right hand holding the bowl was raised high and fell directly on the fat chef's table.

"Oh, this kid is looking for fault, brothers give it to me"!

Seeing this, the fat man didn't get angry but laughed, as if he had reached some idea, and hurriedly beckoned a few small miscellaneous people around.

Hearing him fall, several sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers suddenly rushed out of the surroundings, holding a burning stick in their hands, looking at Ye Yongde's eyes full of cruelty.

As for Ye Yong, he was frightened when he saw this scene, and at the same time he also figured out in his heart that someone deliberately manipulated him.

The fat man smiled at this, scooped out a spoonful of porridge, and then poured it back into the basin from top to bottom.

"Hurry up, let him lie there before I finish my porridge"?

As soon as the big fat man's words fell, he saw a young man suddenly rush out, the burning stick in his hand was raised high, his teeth were clenched in his mouth, and he looked fierce, and the target was the back of Ye Yong's head.

The other handymen who were eating here had long noticed that something was wrong here, and their eyes were always focused on this side, but no one came out to speak.

Even if that person attacked Ye Yong and attacked Ye Yong so ruthlessly, he didn't see anyone make a sound, but he looked lively.

For them, Ye Yong was really disabled, and they had one less competitor, of course they were so happy.

Fortunately, Ye Yong fought for his own strength, and after the man made a move, he felt a strong wind behind him, so he didn't look back, turned around and dodged the fatal blow.

"Hey, it's not useless", the fat master saw him dodging, and couldn't help but say in a weird way: "But one you can dodge, that one." ”

After saying this, he glanced at these little handymen, who understood, and several burning sticks hit Ye Yong together.

"It's not good, this fat man really planned to kill himself, but I don't know who instructed him."

Ye Yong's face was bitter, but his heart was full of puzzlement, but the burning stick that immediately greeted him didn't give him much time.

If it were one or two, he might be able to solve it, but two fists were no match for four hands, so he could only choose to dodge.

Foot footwork movement, this is still some basic martial arts taught to him by Yun Qi, for some miscellaneous servants who can only burn fire, he should be able to dodge it.

brush, he could hear the sound of breaking through the air, and a stick enlarged in his pupils, and he had to bend down to dodge.

But before he could get up, there was a strong wind above his head, so he had to lie down on the ground, and when he saw that several sticks were coming together, he hurried to the side.

"Hey, where did this Ye learn martial arts?"

"Yes, doesn't it mean that he can't learn because of his poor qualifications."

"Hey, what do you know, people have been here for so many years, haven't you seen pork or pig running, but don't worry, he won't last long, hehe......"

The people around who watched the excitement did not speak up, but they were still gloating on the sidelines, which shows the lack of affection in the martial arts.

Ye Yong looked embarrassed under the pursuit of everyone, but the surrounding voices fell in his ears word for word, but he didn't see any different colors, fifteen-year-old he was used to seeing the world going down, and people were warm and cold.

"Ahem, my porridge is almost finished, and he will not be the only one to be punished at that time."

The fat master saw that five or six people couldn't take Ye Yong, so he couldn't help but curse the waste in his heart, and hurriedly made a threat.

However, the power of this sentence is really not small, and after it fell, the speed of those little handymen suddenly increased, and the stick shadows also became dense.

Syllable!

finally hit, and the two finger-thick burning sticks slammed into Ye Yong's left hind leg joint, directly knocking him to his knees.

Several others took advantage of the situation and hit him on the other leg with a stick, and the rest hit him on the back together, and a mouthful of blood spurted directly out of his mouth.

"Ahem, you stinky things, the master remembers you, ahem"

Ye Yong, who was lying on the ground, coughed, and there was blood spitting out, and the few sticks just now could disrupt his internal organs, and he felt pain.

But that's it, Ye Yong didn't cry out in pain, his immature face was full of perseverance, and at the same time, his heart was full of hatred.

"Bring him here".

The fat master threw the spoon in the basin, and then sat down on the chair next to him, and the little handymen dragged the half-dead Ye Yong over.

"How about the boy, have you taken it, as long as you shout a few times at Lao Tzu grandpa, and kowtow three times, Lao Tzu will spare you."

Ye Yong raised his head with a little difficulty, remembered all these hateful people, and finally fixed on the fat man.

"The word dead is easy to write, so I'm not afraid at all, but you remember, it will be Ye Yong who will kill you in the future!"