In just one year's effort, all the monks in He'an City have become the disciples and grandchildren of Sanle Zhenren, that is, the disciples and grandchildren of Beggar.

It's just that the monks who are a little higher in the cultivation around Ancheng are all begging for a pot, and now they are under the Sanle Zhenren Sect, the three Yuanying realm are considered to be the best among them, the fifty or so Jindan period are considered Junjie, and the other seven or eight hundred are all monks in the innate realm, but they can barely control the flying sword and fly dozens of miles above the ground, this is considered a monk.

As for the other tens of thousands of people, Beg could only stand in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion with his hands behind his back. There are more than 30,000 monks in the acquired realm, and you are embarrassed to claim to be a cultivator? In a place like Pangu Continent with abundant spiritual energy, you are really embarrassed to say that you are a monk after so many years of fighting?

The divine consciousness swept over these cultivations, which was probably the 'loose cultivation' of the fire within thirty or fifty years, so don't beg to slap them all to death. What's the use of this kind of goods getting his subordinates? The group of seafood under the Holy Spirit Monarch is much better than them. At least those few great white sharks, if they are in the seawater, it will not be a problem for one great white shark to be able to kill three or five hundred people of this kind of 'loose cultivation'.

"Are you embarrassed to say that you are monks?" shook his head, and bel sighed.

However, these fragmentary repairs are also useful, at least the city appearance and market in Ancheng are managed, the city defense is also taken care of, the yīn ditch is also dredged, and the thatched pit is also cleaned. Don't beg that you're really in the mood to cultivate these loose cultivators, so you just organized them into a chengguan brigade, and let them go and mess around.

In addition, the mines near Heanseong need people to mine, the medicine fields need people to take care of them, and all walks of life need people to manage them. It is unrealistic to expect these people to contribute much combat power to Beggar, but it is more than enough for them to help Beg with all kinds of chores.

Beg has never been concerned about these chores, but he never dreamed that Chang Yu was actually a good hand in management and management. Under the hand of Chang Yu, these tens of thousands of scattered cultivators were assigned to various posts in He'an City in an orderly manner according to their respective specialties, but after three or five days of hard work, He'an City was running as always, and the four specialties were gathered in the city, and then transported to other places to sell through the newly formed caravan with the signboard of the Great Paradise Palace, and the huge profits were about to be obtained.

Those who are accustomed to doing the shopkeeper do not beg these days is a retreat and healing of the mind. The dead qi in the body has been nourished by the bowl of spiritual tea of the blind old man, and after Beqi's own efforts, after a month, the dead qi in Beqi's body has completely disappeared and the injury has healed, and the dead qi transformed by the innate Yuan Infant has made Beggar's Tianlong Transformation Technique steadily step into the realm of thirty-five changes, and the strength of the physical body has increased several times.

Standing quietly in the back garden of the castle guard's mansion, Beg was facing a spring, and a few leaves and petals were swirling on the surface of the crystal clear spring water. On a petal, a red ant was climbing around in panic, but no matter where he walked, he didn't take a few steps before he touched the water, and the ant spun in horror, not knowing how to escape.

Don't beg to look at the red ant, and suddenly laughed happily.

This ant is like a cultivator, and the spring water in all directions is the unfathomable avenue of heaven and earth. A short walk is a disaster, and the boundless avenue of heaven and earth does not know where the end is. Standing on the shore, Beg looked at the spring that was only a few feet in circumference, and naturally he could see through the reality of the spring at a glance, but where could the ant be seen through when he was in the middle of the situation?

"I'll wait, but it's also an ant!"

Raising his head, Beg looked at the flowing clouds in the sky, and suddenly fell into a daze. Could this vast heavenly path be just a small spring in the eyes of some existences, and don't beg these immortal cultivators, who are ants on the petals, struggling and fighting?

When Beg was wandering in all directions, thinking about these mysterious and mysterious questions, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and Don Beggar, the old man in the early stage of Jindan who knew him in the Nadan Pharmacy before, You Jin, ran in with a frightened face: "Senior, it's not good, two, two masters were killed!"

Bebeg's heart twitched, his divine consciousness was all focused on the little ant, and suddenly his mind changed, and the poor ant was pressed by his divine thoughts, and evaporated into nothing out of thin air. Yīn turned around with a calm face, and Beg shouted to You Jin, "Don't panic, what's going on?"

You Jin trembled and walked up to Beqi, and stammered: "Brother, the disciple was ordered to take the two masters of Zangxin and Shouxin to the mountain gate of Qingdanmen to collect some medicinal herbs, but as a result, someone suddenly broke in and said that he was going to take the mountain gate of Qingdanmen and open up a cave. The disciple advised the two masters not to fight with them, and the two masters hesitated a little, and they were slashed by a sword!"

The backyard of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly did not move, the trees did not shake, and everything froze. With a strange 'snort' sound, extremely fine sword qi erupted from Beqi's body, and in addition to You Jin, the flowers, trees, courtyards, and pavilions in the backyard turned into fine dust at the same time. The suffocating pressure made You Jin stand stiffly in front of Beqi, not daring to make the slightest move, he suddenly felt that as long as Bebeg looked at him, he would be turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"Qingdanmen, your original master?" Beg turned his head and glanced at You Jin.

You Jin stiffened his body and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it is where the disciple's original master is." It's just, it's just ...... now."

Beg patted You Jin on the shoulder and chuckled, "Now you and I are both from the Great Paradise Palace. Hey, hiding my heart and guarding my heart also saves my life. Although they didn't really save me, this friendship is always owed to them. ”

As soon as he grabbed You Jin, Bei Qi turned into a black light and rose into the sky, followed You Jin's guidance, and quickly flew towards a high mountain thousands of miles away in the west. That mountain is where the mountain gate of Qingdanmen, the former master of Youjin, is located, and the elixir technique of Qingdanmen is also well-known in the vicinity of He'an City, and it is by picking home-grown herbs to refine elixir for sale, Qingdanmen has laid a small foundation in He'an City.

It's just that now the elders of Qingdanmen have been wiped out, and two or three big cats and kittens of Qingdanmen below You Jin have also been merged into the Great Paradise Palace, and Qinglin Mountain, where the Qingdanmen is located, has also become the territory of the Great Paradise Palace. It's just that the Great Paradise Palace controlled by Beg doesn't have enough strength to send people to station, so Qinglin Mountain has become an empty mountain.

Bei Qi had just flown out less than a hundred miles, and twelve black lights from behind him quickly chased after him, and the twelve demon god puppets with murderous faces let out a low chirp and followed Bei Qi closely. Beqi's heart is full of murderous intent at the moment, his state of mind has affected the mood of the demon god puppet, and he is getting closer and closer to Qinglin Mountain, and the murderous aura on the demon god puppet is getting thicker and thicker, and it gradually turns into a large cloud of black smoke, which is entangled in the bodies of these demon god puppets.

The fierce Beg stopped the light. Just at the entrance of Qinglin Mountain in front, between the two towering green cliffs, in front of the archway that originally carved the three big characters of 'Qingdanmen', two wooden stakes stood there, and the bloody corpses of the old monk and the monk who guarded the heart were stripped naked, and hung naked on the wooden stakes to show the public.

On the green cliff on the left, a line of big characters smeared with human blood is so dazzling - forbidden place, trespassers are killed!

Don't beg to fall to the ground with You Jin, and slowly walked to the old monk of Tibet. He lifted the old monk's drooping head and looked at it, the old monk's eyebrows had broken a big hole, obviously the relics had either been collected, destroyed or had escaped on their own, but no matter what, all that was left here was a corpse. And the little monk on the side doesn't need to look at it, the hidden heart that has already become an arhat is like this, how good can he be?

"Donor, are you robbed or robbed? Why are you naked? It's strange, you are a man, could it be that someone robbed you?"

The little monk's voice with a little naïve and a little cunning suddenly sounded in Beqi's ears, not long ago, this little monk met the seriously injured Bebeg, and kindly took him back to the Tibetan Heart Meditation Monastery. This pair of master and apprentice is affectionate and righteous, and they are a very good pair.

"Whoever kills you, I will repay him a hundred times more!" Beg pressed his palm on the corpse of Zangxin, and a purple and green flame burned, turning him into a cloud of green smoke and drifting away, followed by a forbidden law divine flame, Beg begged the corpse of the monk who guarded the heart also turned into a wisp of ashes.

The sound of 'tick-tock' came, and one hundred and eight flesh relics the size of a pearl in the body of the old monk fell to the ground, and there were also relics left in the body of the monk who guarded the heart, but the number was only twelve, and the volume was only the size of a broad bean.

Don't pick up these relics with a smile, and with a finger of your hand, a piece of glow flew out, and these relics fused together and turned into eighteen egg yolk-sized sè silver pearls. He took out a piece of celestial silk and carefully strung the eighteen orbs into a bracelet and put it on his wrist.

"Good thing, well, it can calm the mind, it can curb the fire of the heart! Good thing!" Don't beg to play with the bracelet and laugh out loud.

Smiling and smiling, Bei Qi's eyes suddenly widened, and an unforged sword qi above his head rushed up nearly a thousand zhang high, turning into a huge red sword shadow and slashing forward. He shouted: "The living people inside, come out to die, your Taoist master is here!"

The Sword of the Five Elements of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect was launched, and the red sword shadow fell with a roar of monstrous flames, covering the entire mountain gate of Qinglin Mountain. With a loud bang, the flames rushed up thousands of feet high, and the two cliffs in front of them shattered, overflowing with fire, covering the nearby mountains and forests.

"Bold!" A soft shout came from the Qinglin Mountain, a piece of green glow swept away, and the flames in the sky were swept clean.

A middle-aged Taoist man wearing a white sè Taoist robe and having an excellent appearance of the fairy wind dao bones walked out slowly with a steady square step.

Holding his head high arrogantly, the middle-aged Taoist shouted coldly: "I don't know what is dead or alive, the poor Qingcheng Yunjiao, I was ordered to open up Beppu here." If you dare to make trouble, let's stay here!"

With a wave of his hand, the cloud and the clouds around him changed, and he suddenly found that he had fallen into an illusion.

Don't care where he is, he just widened his eyes and shouted, "Qingcheng?"

The Yunqian Daoist said proudly: "It's Xuanyang Qingcheng!"

After a pause, the Yunqiao Daoist shouted with a bit of fanaticism: "The master of the poor Dao is the grandson of the ancestor of Qingcheng today, Liyang Zhenren!"

Qingcheng! Xuanyang Qingcheng!

Liyang real person! Liyang real person who was born in Qingcheng!