After the Grand Commander's words were finished, dissatisfied discussions immediately rang out all around, and they were very resistant to the Grand Commander's orders.

The same was true for Zhao Yan, his resistance was particularly serious, because he was the one who took the most things among all the immortal cultivators present. He didn't directly express his dissatisfaction, but quietly watched the situation.

The materials he collected in his hand, except for the chalcedony and spirit plants, the rest of the things did not have a great effect on him, he just resisted and had to hand over all the things he obtained.

"Quiet!", the commander, as the military chief of a state, has a straight temper, and has never had a good impression of the people of the sect, and he is polite to speak to a master like Yuan Qisheng, but it is different for the rest of the people.

He looked at everyone with a cold face, and said: "Hand it over yourself, don't want me to search your body, one by one, Yanzong has a record, what is missing, I will ask you what you want." ”

The strength and status of the high-level leaders of the Nine Sects and the rest of the immortal cultivators were all shorter than the Great Commander, and it was not easy for them to speak for their disciples, and they themselves had not taken a single cent from the Yanzong Sect, so they issued a declaration to their respective disciples.

Bang, clang. When the immortal cultivators with extremely impatient expressions heard the order, they had no choice but to pour out the good things they had obtained from the blessing bag.

All kinds of tables, chairs, benches, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and rare pearls will be piled up on the messy dojo for a while.

The immortal cultivators in Cangzhou Town Guard Mansion looked at it and smiled, they thought that these immortal cultivators who took advantage of the chaos to loot were all immortal cultivation materials, but now when they look at it, there is no difference between the robbers who rob houses in the market and the wild, and they will take whatever is valuable.

The high-level officials of all parties heard the snickering from the immortal cultivators of the town guard mansion, and their faces were a little unbearable, and they also thought that after returning to the sect, they would integrate and sell the looted things to contribute to the construction of the sect.

The immortal cultivators of the sect are okay, after hearing the order of the high-level, they did not leave any of the items they obtained, but those scattered cultivators and heroes were still hiding and tucking away, throwing some of them and keeping some of them.

The Grand Commander knew this, and regardless of it, he let his subordinates rush to teach him a lesson, and threw all the original belongings of those immortal cultivators into a pile.

Turning around, he saw a few lucky bags hanging on Zhao Yan's body, and said, "Brother Yuan Dao is here......"

"These two bags are my own, and the remaining one is my own", Zhao Yan didn't wait for the commander to finish speaking, took out two of the lucky bags, opened them and poured them on the ground.

Whoa...... , bang, bang, bang. As soon as the contents of the two lucky bags were poured out, there were more things piled up than hundreds of people over there, and the movement of silver coins and weapons colliding for a while before it stopped, and it was shining in the firelight with charming colors.

Hiss......

Wow......

The immortal cultivators in the dojo were stunned, looking at the pile of things that were taller than Yuan Qisheng, and couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise.

Look at the things that the grass demon took, and then look at the things they took, not only is the value dozens or hundreds of times higher, but even the quantity is a lot higher.

"Feelings, we killed and killed, so we picked up a bunch of rags, and the grass demon got all the good things of Yanzong without making a sound?"

"What the! I knew I would have run after it, and if I didn't do it, I was happy. ”

"What's the use, don't you have to hand it over?"

The huge wealth is piled up, which is really shocking, not to mention the poor scattered cultivators, even the wealthy town guard mansion cultivators are as red-eyed, and the eyes of the dojo are almost straight.

The Grand Commander took a deep breath, took his eyes off the last lucky bag hanging from Zhao Yan's leaves, and said, "Is Yanzong still alive?"

"The old decay is here", the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion walked out with fifteen disciples and hundreds of outer doors and miscellaneous servants who had gathered over.

He was covered in blood and scars, his expression was a little weak and tired, he had been guarding the seeds of Yanzong before, and he resisted stubbornly in a corner of the main hall, and when he heard that someone from the town guard mansion was coming, he dared to take someone out.

In Zhao Yan's opinion, in the Yanzong, the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are among the few immortal cultivators who have maintained their true intentions, no, they should be one of the few righteous paths in the entire Cangzhou. Maybe Yanzong's experience of this catastrophe is not a bad thing, he is the only one left in the upper echelons, and Yanzong will inevitably lose power in the future, but he can maintain his innocence under his leadership.

The Great Commander said lightly: "Yanzong is an orthodox sect registered in Great Xia, and those who do not participate in the strict prohibition of the ordinance are still protected by the town guard mansion, and the same is true for property, do you know?"

The elder of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion looked at the mountains of treasures, looked at the dilapidated hall like rotten wood, and said: "Xiaozong's various income and expenditure have relevant records, I have checked it briefly before, those silver coins and the like are illegal income, Xiaozong is willing to contribute it to benefit the people of Daxia, so that Xiaozong can atone for his sins." ”

The round-faced, big-eared leader and the thin leader looked at each other and smiled.

"If Lu Daosheng and his ilk are as knowledgeable as you, Yanzong doesn't know how to end up like this", the commander nodded in approval: "However, the town guard mansion is not Lu Daosheng and his ilk, and we will approve every property of Yanzong, and when the time comes, what should be returned to the local government will be returned to the local area, and what should be handed over to the royal family will be handed over to the royal family." ”

"Great Commander Justice", the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion arched his hand, and hundreds of people behind him shouted together.

Immediately, all the immortal cultivators present chanted at the same time.

Seeing this, the round-faced and big-eared leader quickly walked out from one side, pretending to be puzzled, and asked: "Did the subordinates bring these ill-gotten gains back to the town guard mansion to count them, or did they summarize them in Yanzong first?"

The Grand Commander didn't think much about it, and said loudly: "After summing up, let's make an inventory in Yanzong, and let everyone who wants to watch it watch from the side." ”

The round-faced and big-eared leader Ying Nuo waved his hand at his team, and walked to the ground with a few henchmen and two piles of belongings, and quickly sorted out the belongings with a dozen or so small lucky bags.

"Okay, this is the end of the matter, it's time to go down the mountain, and you want to stay for the night," the commander said, and walked into the ruined hall with the team of the town guards.

Seeing this, the immortal cultivators of all parties naturally wouldn't be really stupid enough to compare with the immortal cultivators in the town's guarding mansion, so no one really watched the process of counting their belongings, and they were ready to leave.

"Brother Wang Qinghuai, please stay", Zhao Yan stood on Yuan Qisheng's shoulder, and saw that the immortal cultivators of the Northern Sect were about to leave, and shouted.

Wang Qing was holding the white fox in his arms, and when he heard Zhao Yan shouting, he was a little puzzled, and for the sake of Yuan Qisheng's face, he stopped leaving: "Grass Demon Daoist friend has something to do with me?"

"I'm leaving", the white fox burst out of Wang Qing's arms and jumped towards Yuan Qisheng.

A smile lit up in Yuan Qisheng's eyes, and he stretched out his palm to catch the white fox and took it into his arms.