"Damn...Old Zhou, how come you didn't strike lightly or harshly?"
Sitting on the mottled stone bench, the dwarf stretched out his face and asked the person next to him to take a red cloth soaked in ointment and apply it on the sunken bridge of his nose.
Perhaps he was rubbing too hard. The dwarf's facial muscles twitched violently, and he grinned and complained.
The monk surnamed Zhou said impatiently: "Stop being so picky! With your appearance, which female cultivator is willing to apply medicine to you? Just be patient for a while and the application will be finished soon!"
"Ouch! It hurts...it's his grandma's fault. You take this opportunity to take revenge on me!"
In the cave, there was a tall monk who kept rubbing his abdomen and cursed angrily: "This little bastard must have practiced lower body martial arts! He kicked me in a sneak attack and it still hurts to this day!"
"Hmph! I'll save this account for this kid first. When Brother Yulin takes over this cave, we can get it back!" Another disciple said bitterly.
He was also kicked, and his abdomen was bruised and purple.
These six inner disciples of Fuyun Sect gathered in the dwarf's cave to heal their injuries first and then discuss the next countermeasures. Little did they know that the thunderstorm caused by Chen Mo was roaring towards them.
In the team, there was a taciturn inner disciple. Even though he was very inconspicuous, he was usually the most sinister. After thinking about it for a while, he hesitated and asked: "Boss, why don't we do it without stopping and give it to him?" Lead it out, outside the sect..."
He didn't finish speaking, but made a gesture of wiping his neck and moved back and forth.
"That's not appropriate," Feng Yulin said: "The casual cultivators who have recently started are all in demand. If they disappear or die inexplicably, the sect will definitely investigate strictly. By then, none of us will be able to escape. We would have to sacrifice our lives for such a low-level casual cultivator." not worth it."
Although the rules of the Fuyun Sect strictly prohibit private fighting, once you go out to perform a mission, the situation is complicated and the sect is beyond the reach of the sect. As long as your hands and feet are clean, who can worry about a powerless little monk?
The world of cultivation is cruel and realistic. Firstly, ordinary cultivators are not the descendants of elders, and secondly, they have no talent. They have to obtain all resources by themselves. If they don’t do something like killing people and grabbing treasures, how can they cultivate to the highest level in their lifetime? Basic realm?
A few years ago, Feng Yulin, as the team leader, once killed a fellow sect member who was at the 12th level of Qi Refining. In order to drag everyone into the water, he ordered each of them to take a hit, which was considered a surrender. It survives to this day.
On the other side, the dwarf surnamed Zhang finally applied the healing ointment. He was still worried about being beaten in a sneak attack. He slammed the table so hard that the teapot on it shook, and cursed: "His grandma's fault! I am Zhang Chunhu. This is the first time for such a coward to be beaten, what a shame! If I get the chance in a few days, I will take revenge!"
Feng Yulin was about to say a few words of comfort to him when the cave suddenly began to shake violently, and the world was spinning! Several people were sitting well, but they fell to the ground due to the huge tilting force. All the decorations in the cave collapsed. The teapots, cups, etc. on the stone table were not spared. They fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"what happened?!"
The few people who were lying on the ground and staggering around were all stunned. The fear of the unknown took over in their hearts, and they couldn't help but wonder: Could there be a demonic way attacking Fuyun Sect? But why haven't I received any news?
While everyone's minds were roaring, there was another loud and shocking sound, which was deafening and made everyone present tremble!
"The cave...the cave...was blown open!!"
The dwarf Zhang Chunhu was so frightened that he stammered. Who in the Fuyun Sect would dare to blatantly attack the cave's restrictions! The person coming must be a demonic cultivator from the outside world!
At the critical moment, it was Feng Yulin who took on the important task of command and shouted angrily: "Don't mess up, run out while you can!!"
However, it was already too late. Twelve core disciples of the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining jumped out in front of the cave. The gaze of the person at the front was emotionless. When he flicked his five fingers, he instantly restrained the six people from subconsciously taking pictures. With the movement of taking out the storage bag, he dodged and captured Feng Yulin in front of him, restrained his cultivation and pushed him to the ground on the spot.
Against the inner disciples, only a handful of core disciples can survive a round.
On the other side, the remaining Qi Refining Dzogchen monks also captured Feng Yulin's junior disciples one after another. They were lying down one after another, either stepping on their arms or pressing their backs, making even simple breathing difficult.
The worst thing was for the dwarf named Zhang. He had just applied the ointment and was pressed hard to the ground. He kept moaning in pain, not to mention the pain.
This was not over yet. Under the shocked gazes of the six people, more than a hundred Qi Refining cultivators from the Fuyun Sect rushed in within a dozen breaths, including some who were familiar with them.
At this time, each of them looked serious and held a Fire Spirit Power Talisman in their hands. It is no exaggeration to say that even if one of them lets go, the lives of six people will be killed in an instant!
How many people have never seen such a big battle? At the moment, I was confused and confused, thinking that the murder of my fellow disciples a few years ago had been exposed, and my liver and gallbladder were trembling.
But even so, it would not be enough to send so many Qi Refining Dzogchen. More than a hundred Qi Refining monks, is it too much to make a fuss about?
"Take them all away!"
The peak qi-refining monk who first restrained the six people snorted coldly, waved his left hand, and let the other monks pull them up. The qi-refining disciples watched and were pushed and kicked out of the cave.
And the scene outside shocked them beyond measure!
Two monks lost their feet and collapsed directly to the ground. The rest of the monks were also helpless. Although Feng Yulin was still standing, his violently trembling legs betrayed his true state of mind!
Four large warships filled with sharp sky-high weapons were floating in the sky nearly a hundred feet high. All the magic weapons were aimed at the cave. On top of them stood four elders in the early stages of foundation building, looking down coldly. Everything underfoot.
There are more than 200 Qi Refining monks lined up on the ground, sealing all the exits of this mountain peak. It is very appropriate to describe this place as being unable to escape with wings!
Feng Yulin swallowed hard. He originally wanted to say that he was familiar with the steward of the Law Enforcement Hall and could he be accommodating.
Now it seems that it is useless to say that the hall master Cao Yu is his god-grandfather. Is this fucking huge formation going to deal with the monks in the Danjie stage?
Without unnecessary nonsense, several people were knocked unconscious and taken away. The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall returned to the war boat and rushed to the Qingming Hall. The mission was over, and they still had to return the magic weapons and battle clothes they were wearing, which did not belong to them.
After a large group of monks left, the inner disciples from the nearby cave dared to show their faces and started talking about what had just happened. They wondered what heinous crime Senior Brother Feng had committed, and how could the sect pay such a high price to arrest him!
...
When Feng Yulin and others woke up again, they were already locked in a prison made of centuries-old black iron, with their hands and feet chained, and they were no different from prisoners in the secular world.
"return to!!"
The monk on guard yelled loudly, and at the same time, he took out a whip with barbs and struck him hard at his position.
Feng Yulin subconsciously stepped back and barely escaped the fatal blow. He was now just a mortal who had been restrained in his cultivation. He had no spiritual power to protect his body. With such a blow, his skin and flesh would be torn apart.
His junior brothers had all been isolated. Less than half a stick of incense had passed before a monk who was responsible for recording followed the gorgeously dressed man into the prison and said calmly to Feng Yulin:
"I'm only going to ask you once, to tell you exactly what happened between you and the new casual cultivator!"
...
When all eight jade slips were read by Cao Yu, he was furious and shouted angrily: "Bring them all here! I don't believe it. The confessions of six people can actually show six different processes. ! Has there been collective amnesia!”
Since the person who asked the question mentioned loose cultivators, everyone did not write elsewhere, but only focused on Chen Mo. Of course, in terms of responsibility, they naturally avoided the important and chose the light, choosing the side that was most beneficial to themselves.
This is not their fault. The matter of snatching the remaining caves has become an unspoken rule that everyone in the sect knows. But doing it is one thing, but bringing him to the table and talking about it will be very bad.
Could it be that this casual cultivator did not understand the rules and directly occupied the perfect cave, and they wanted to take it back, so they fought?
Due to the information asymmetry, the six of them only knew that Chen Mo went to the Law Enforcement Hall to file a complaint. They did not know about his self-mutilation. They all wrote on the jade slips: "I had an exchange of feelings with him, but I didn't actually do anything. Maybe I accidentally hurt him." ." The general meaning of this sentence.
When the six of them knelt in the main hall of the law enforcement hall and saw Chen Mo being carried out, their pupils shrank sharply and they cursed in their hearts: "What a low-level casual cultivator! You actually harmed yourself to frame us!!"
"Hall Master! We are unjustly accused!!" A dwarf named Zhang Chunhu burst into tears and said, "Hall Master, please be clear. We have been inner disciples of Fuyun Sect for many years. How could we violate the rules of the sect and send him to prison?" It’s like this!”
"Yes! Master, you have sharp eyes. Don't be fooled by this liar!" someone echoed.
"Hall Master Cao, what's going on is this. This junior brother has recently occupied a cave. As fellow disciples, we wanted to make friends with him, but it didn't work out. He has a very bad temper and an extremely bad temper. He actually attacked us. ! In the panic, the bridge of Junior Brother Zhang’s nose was damaged by him!"
"Then we fought him off together. We had a grudge, so we came up with such a dirty trick to frame us! I hope the hall master will investigate clearly!" Feng Yulin blatantly confessed in the hall, just to make others People follow what he said and try to pass the responsibility first and then think about how to deal with it.
Sitting on the main seat, the expressionless old man Cao Yu said calmly: "Is that what he said?"
"Hall Master, they are talking nonsense. I have four pieces of paper here. These are the conditions that they force the disciple to choose. They call it a formality and ask the Hall Master to take a look at it!"
Although Chen Mo was lying on the bamboo frame unable to move, he could still speak normally. He touched his arms with his left hand, took out the four choices given to him by the dwarf, and presented them to Cao Yu.
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