The two deacons of the Zhao family strode forward, one on the left and one on the right, holding the man in place.
This is a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a thin body and a gloomy expression. He is Zhao Lian.
There was a nervous look on his face, and he shouted to one of them: "Brother Yuqian, you, what are you doing!"
The two of them ignored him, locked his pulse door, and dragged him to his grandma.
Zhao Lian looked at the great elder and the tearful Zhao Yuer next to him in panic. His heart skipped a beat, knowing that the matter had been exposed.
How come it was exposed? He was confused.
According to his estimation, everyone teleported separately when they came out of the secret realm. Who can think of the reason why Yang Zhen came out.
Even if it was guessed that it was a problem with the token, it was just an accident. The ten elders were still in front of the investigation.
What can he do in his early stage of Qi training?
Besides, this kind of thing has happened before, and in the end it was nothing.
He has thought about this matter many times and is 100% sure that he can kill that annoying guy without involving himself too much.
This gave him the confidence to take action.
However, looking at his posture today, he directly recognized what he had done.
Could it be that something happened?
"Zhao Lian——" Mammy stared at him and uttered two words coldly.
"I -" Zhao Lian trembled. He originally wanted to say that you have no evidence, why did you arrest me, but he also wanted to explain that he did not do it. However, when faced with the awe-inspiring aura of someone at the peak of foundation building, he couldn't say a word.
He drooped his head and looked gloomy.
"Detain him and hand him over to the law enforcement elders." Mammy waved her hand, not hiding her disgust.
The two men responded and escorted him to the Zhao family's residence.
"Wait a minute," Zhao Lian asked loudly as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Yang Zhen, where is Yang Zhen! Is he out yet?"
"He hasn't come out yet." It was the tenth elder who spoke.
"Didn't come out? Haha, okay, okay!" Zhao Lian laughed suddenly, as if he was crazy:
"That bitch, he will stay in the secret realm and never come out for the rest of his life, ha——"
The sound stopped suddenly, apparently being gagged.
The grandma's expression was extremely ugly. She suddenly slapped the ground hard, and the several-foot-long table immediately turned into powder.
"Villain, scum!"
"Mammy——" Zhao Yuer called out.
"Don't worry, Xiao Shitou will be fine." Grandma comforted her.
"What's going on?" A woman from behind whispered.
But it was Zhao Ying, Zhao Yuqiao and others who formed a team with several monks from their family. They had gained a lot in the wild these days. They were all happy, but they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
"This guy deliberately broke Xiaoshi Shitou's teleportation token so that he couldn't get out." The person who answered was Zhao Yuzhu. He came out earlier and had already gotten the general idea from others.
"What!" Zhao Ying screamed, her face turning pale instantly.
Caiyun glanced at her in surprise and remained silent.
…
These things in the Zhao family did not attract much attention. Which family didn't have some messy things.
More and more people came out, and sometimes there were bursts of laughter.
For example, the appearance of Dai Miaoxuan made the steward of the Dai family relax a lot, stroking his beard and smiling happily.
There are also familiar friends, such as Dai Miaoying and Wang Shaoyu, who came together to inquire about Yang Zhen.
This made Zhao Yuer even more worried.
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the square, and someone shouted loudly: "The disciples of the sect are back!"
Immediately, dozens of spiritual consciousnesses looked through the curtain and into the platform.
Disciples such as Yin Nanxing, Mu Tianlu, Fan Mei, Fan Zhong appeared in the teleportation array one by one.
"One, two...seventeen, eighteen, hey, there are eighteen people in total, and there are only ten disciples in the sect. This is a big loss!" Someone commented while counting.
"It's not that bad," someone retorted: "Two of them have returned, and one junior sister heard that she left by parachute, so she wasn't with them."
"Hey, that's six people missing. Six disciples died at once, which is rare in the Xu Kingdom in recent years."
"Yes, yes," someone sighed: "I don't know how much they gained."
While talking, I saw that these disciples had taken off their storage bags and handed them to different tables for inspection.
"Waterflower, Golden Lingguo, Phoenix Flower...Junior Brother Mu, why are they all ordinary spiritual herbs? Where are the ones designated by the sect?" A disciple asked Mu Tianlu next to him while counting.
"Senior brother, the important gains this time are all with Senior Brother Yin." Mu Tianlu replied.
"Oh." The disciple suddenly became curious and turned his attention to another place.
"Purple-faced monkey flower, twenty-two flowers, eleven thousand points..."
"Chalcedony, thirteen strains, 6500 points..."
"Black leaf lotus, thirty-four flowers, six thousand eight hundred points..."
"Fire pomegranate fruit, sixty-six pieces, six thousand six hundred points..."
"..."
"Senior Brother Yin, the total is 42,700 points, which is a bit low!" The ones counting here are two foundation-building disciples. They have also been to this secret realm in previous years and know its value.
"Something happened in Xiaolang Mountain, and nothing was found. These are the results of the concerted efforts of fellow disciples at other collection points in the next few days." Yin Nanxing looked dejected.
Regarding Xiao Langshan's incident, the two disciples who came out earlier must have reported the truth, so there was no need for him to hide it.
"How many of your classmates have been killed?" another person asked.
"Five, five people!" Yin Nanxing said hesitantly: "This time the sect..."
The man looked around and suddenly said in his ear: "Your ancestor is here."
"Really!" Yin Nanxing was overjoyed. With his ancestor here, everything would be easier.
The gloom on his face was instantly wiped away, and he was in a mood to look around.
"Has a boy named Yang Zhen come out?" he asked this senior brother who was friendly to him.
"Yang Zhen? Oh! Don't you know about him? His transmission token was deliberately destroyed by enemies in his family. I heard that he might not be able to get out."
"Really?" Yin Nanxing was surprised and happy that such a thing happened.
"This guy is very popular! Haha!" He couldn't help it and almost threw his head back and laughed.
But then he thought of something: This guy wouldn't steal the token of the casual cultivator, would he?
In his storage bag, there was a teleportation token from a casual cultivator, which came from the fellow Taoist Chu who was killed by him.
Thinking of this, he didn't leave in a hurry and just stayed on the platform, waiting slowly for the arrival of Youshi.
The unitary hour has finally arrived.
The teleportation array flashed continuously, and at once a dozen people appeared in the array, all casual cultivators.
"All casual cultivators are under guard for the time being and await the sect's disposal!" A deep and majestic voice came from a distance.
"What?" These originally high-spirited casual cultivators suddenly exploded.
However, the aura in the distance clearly came from the monks of Zifu, and some even heard that it was the master of Yunqing Palace and the people from Sichuan. No one dares to move when the Master has spoken.
One by one, under the care of the sect disciples, they walked honestly to the sect's headquarters.
At this time, the teleportation array was still flashing, sending out casual cultivators one after another.
Another person teleported out, but it was a lanky man whose whole body was tied up with fairy ropes and hemp ropes. His breath was weak and his face was purple.
"Water, water!" The man murmured to himself.
