The chariots, the horses, and the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry.

Dongfang Long sat in a "luxurious" carriage covered with animal skins, led ten disciples of the Shenmu Sect, escorted two carts, loaded with tribute items for Xiaoyaomen, and headed to Xiaoyaomen.

Because of the poverty of the Shenmu Sect, only the sect leader Shenmu Old Man had a storage bag, and the rest of the disciples didn't even have a storage belt.

Dongfang Long didn't want to use the Sky Devouring Ring to load those items, so he loaded the items on the cart as before.

On the way to Xiaoyaomen, there are gradually more pedestrians and vehicles, and these are all small sects that go to Xiaoyaomen to pay tribute.

Dongfang Long looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, he joined a poor sect in a daze. If it hadn't been for the encounter with the Eastern Dragon, this poor sect would have been wiped out by the Black Stone Sect long ago.

Maybe it was because there was a destiny in the underworld, and the Shenmu Sect should not die, so the savior of the Eastern Dragon fell from the sky.

The other sects, to say the least, also have three carts, and as many as five or six carts, all of which are full, and the accompanying sect disciples are shy and belly-folded, with an arrogant look.

There is a rule in the Xiaoyao Gate that each sect will redistribute their administrative territory every year according to the amount and value of their tribute gifts.

Those sects that are assigned to a more fertile area will naturally have a lot of cultivation resources, and the disciples of the sect will be able to cultivate very quickly, and their days will naturally become more and more nourishing.

And those poor sects, because of the small number of tribute gifts, are only allocated to some very barren areas, and they can't go up in cultivation, so they are naturally not taken seriously, and they are not welcomed.

This directly led to the polarization of the sects, the rich sects were all draining, and the poor sects were full.

"I didn't expect this cultivation realm to be more realistic than the previous mortal realm. I really have money to travel all over the world, and it's hard to move an inch without money!"

Along the way, Dongfang Long saw all these unfair phenomena in his eyes, and couldn't help but make a decision, as long as he could become a pivotal figure in the cultivation realm in the future, he must try to change this appearance.

Not all of them are monks in the cultivation realm, most of them are mortals, but because the aura of heaven and earth is sufficient, the bodies and lifespans of these mortals are several times stronger than those of humans in the mortal realm.

Far ahead, a very tall archway faintly appeared, standing at the entrance of the passage into the mountain.

"Great Elder, there is the Xiaoyao Gate in front of us, according to the rules, those of us who send tributes will all go on foot!" A disciple of the Shenmu Sect named Mu Ming outside the car said respectfully to the Dongfang Dragon in the car.

"Well, leave him alone and move on!" Dongfang Long also saw that the other sect members all got off the car and dismounted one after another, and walked forward.

This is a world where the law of the jungle eats the strong, and if you want not to be eaten, you have to start eating people! When you become the top of the food chain, you have the right to change your fate.

Since it is impossible to be a low-key person, let's be high-profile and lay down a piece of heaven and earth as soon as possible, so that the Sanssouci Palace of the mortal world will come early, and the days of cultivating here and ascending to immortal will be greatly shortened.

"That's okay!" Mu Ming paused, and then gave the order. In fact, the Shenmu Sect only had three carriages, two of which were loaded with tribute, one was the car of Dongfang Long, and the other ten disciples had been on foot.

"Wild Wolf Valley Tribute!"

"Silkworm Forest Tribute!"

"Kamikaze Tribute!"

Those sects that paid tribute, when they walked into the tall archway, they all loudly reported the name of their sect, and nodded their heads, respectfully gave gifts to the disciples of Xiaoyaomen guarding the door, and only then were put into the mountain gate in the satisfied expressions of the disciples of Xiaoyaomen.

"Shenmu Sect tribute!"

Finally it was the turn of the Dongfang Dragon's team, Mu Ming held his head high, fully demonstrating the glory of the Shenmu Sect, but no matter how you look at it, it is so shabby.

"Shenmu Sect, you still exist, haven't you been destroyed?" the leader of the gate looked surprised and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Dongfang Long's heart moved, knowing that his guess had come true. Xiaoyaomen wanted the Shenmu Sect to perish, so it did not send people to support, I am afraid that the disciples of the Shenmu Sect who asked for help would have already been poisoned.

Mu Ming is not stupid, if he lacks his heart and eyes, he will not be able to follow Dongfang Long out. Therefore, he forcibly endured the anger in his heart, showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said, "Although the Black Stone Gate attacked us, it was repelled in time by the Great Elder of my Shenmu Sect!"

At the mention of Dongfang Dragon, not only Mu Ming showed a proud look, but even those disciples of the Shenmu Sect couldn't help but straighten up, and a feeling of extreme confidence and worship rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Great Elder, hasn't your Great Elder been missing for many years? Could it be that he is back?" The leader was a little shocked, the previous Great Elder of the Shenmu Sect was a hard stubble, and almost no one wanted to provoke him.

Mu Ming smiled and said proudly, "It's not the previous Great Elder, but the new Great Elder of my Shenmu Sect recently!"

"Oh!"

The leader showed a relieved expression, since it wasn't the Great Elder, then there was no need to worry.

"The one in the car must be the Great Elder of the Shenmu Sect! Get out of the car, our brother will be waiting here for a long time!"

The leader thought to himself, "Let's take a look at the gift you gave me first, and if it's worth a lot, I'll let you go this time, or else"

"Let's go!"

A majestic voice came from the car, ignoring the little leader's words, as if it didn't exist.

Mu Ming waved his hand, "Let's go!"

As soon as the wheels moved, the carriage was about to move on.

The little leader was stunned, this situation has never appeared, those elders of small sects, don't look at the prestige in their own sect, but when they come to Xiaoyaomen, they are not as good as even a disciple who guards the door.

Every year when it is time for the small gate to send tribute, there are many disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, sharpening their heads and going to the camp, scrambling to come to guard the door.

As long as you are appointed to guard the gate by the Xiaoyao Gate, then as long as you make it a little difficult for the person who comes to send tribute, there will be a lot of gifts to give.

Naturally, the high-level officials of the Xiaoyao Sect knew about this phenomenon, but they did not interfere, but acquiesced to this kind of behavior similar to blackmail by the disciples of the sect.

A habit that has been popular for many years, today it was actually challenged, how can the little boss not be angry, in order to win this position, he has sent it up, if he can't get it back, he will lose a lot of money.

"Stop! Okay, you Shenmu Sect, you don't even understand the rules, don't you want to enter the Xiaoyao Gate?" The little leader almost jumped up angrily, and stepped in front of the car in one step, and the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect beside him also stopped in front of the car.

Dongfang Long sincerely wanted to extinguish the prestige of Xiaoyaomen and prepare for his next plan, so this little leader of Xiaoyaomen was tragic.

"What are you, you deserve to talk to me here, get out of here!" The curtain of the car was windless, and a golden giant palm slapped out, sweeping the small leader and many Xiaoyaomen disciples who were blocking the road to the side of the road at once, turning into a rolling gourd.

"Phew!"

Mu Ming took a sip and waved his hand to lead the convoy to stride forward, and the resentment of many years finally went out, and he even walked with the sound of the wind.

The other sects were dumbfounded, Xiaoyaomen was in this vast area, that was the sky! It was an irreversible heaven!

But on this day, he was actually stabbed by the little-known Shenmu Sect, and he stabbed a big hole nakedly!

Seeing that the convoy of the Shenmu Sect had gone away, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Gate were still lying on the ground and groaning, and the various sects behind could open their hearts, and they would be able to save a considerable amount of treasures at this time, and immediately drove the cart and passed with a bang.

The matter of the Xiaoyao Gate disciple being beaten by the Great Elder of the Shenmu Sect was like growing wings, and it spread to the Xiaoyao Gate Hall in the valley.

"This Great Elder of the Shenmu Sect is really a little interesting, this is to understand what we mean, and take the opportunity to pay tribute, come to ask for the guilt!" An old man in a Taoist robe sat on the main seat of the hall, smiling at the sect elders, deacons and others on both sides.

"Master, this Shenmu Sect is too arrogant! I dare to provoke my Xiaoyao Gate like this, I will go out and teach them a good lesson, so that they know that the dignity of Xiaoyao Gate cannot be desecrated. A tall slender old man with high cheekbones stood up and was about to walk out.

"Elder Quan, don't be impatient!" The head of the family is not angry and arrogant, and the authority of the person in power emanates, "You are not his opponent, don't humiliate yourself!"

"What, with my cultivation in the early stage of my out-of-body body, can't I still beat the Great Elder of a small sect?" Elder Quan couldn't believe it and stopped.

Xiaoyaosanren gently stroked his sparse beard and said meaningfully: "Do you think that a small Shenmu Sect can dare to challenge the authority of my Xiaoyaomen? It must be this great elder named Dongfang Long who made his own opinion, but he is not good at coming, and good people are not coming!"

A short and fat old man in Taoist clothes snorted, "At best, it's just an outsider, that is not knowing the strength of our Xiaoyaomen, if he knew in advance, I am afraid that he will put a knife on his neck, and he will not dare to do anything right."

"I won't let him get better!" Elder Quan's face was angry, the leader of the guards' disciples who was beaten was none other than Elder Quan's disciples.

"It's not too early, everyone prepare, those small sects are about to come in. Look at how this year's resources are allocated, not only to make them bigger and threaten us, but also to make them satisfied and willing to pay us tribute. ”

Xiaoyaosan people deserve to be the head of Xiaoyaomen, although they are kind and kind-eyed, but their style of action is very ruthless, as long as there is a threat to the existence of Xiaoyaomen, they will be completely eradicated silently.

An oversized sheepskin map was taken by a Xiaoyao Sect disciple and spread out on the central table.

Everyone gathered around at once, pointing and pointing, discussing from time to time, the fate of those small sects was basically decided, and then it was up to them to see if the treasures they paid tribute could impress these high-level people.