The outer sect, the earthly realm, is where the servant disciples live.
There are more than 15 million disciples of the outer sect, including more than 5 million servant disciples.
The entire earthly realm is composed of ninety-nine towering peaks. On the highest peak is the Hall of the Elders, which is the residence of the Elder Zhao Songlin.
Luo Fu's residence is located at Peak 88, Courtyard No. 39.
Push open the courtyard door.
A gust of autumn wind swept a few withered autumn leaves, making the scene somewhat desolate.
Originally this single courtyard was supposed to be inhabited by eight people, but now only Luo Fu was left alone and alive.
Looking at the courtyard with the bleak autumn wind, Luo Fu's starry eyes narrowed slightly.
"It's just that there are many moths hiding in the mortal realm. It seems that the Penglai Divine Sect is completely corrupt."
The maggot in the mortal realm that Luo Fu was thinking of was the handyman elder who regarded the handyman disciples as nothing more than nothing, Zhao Songlin!
Enter the hospital and go upstairs.
I chose a room by the window and cleaned it briefly.
Three poles in the sun.
Bursts of noise came from outside the courtyard.
Luo Fu frowned slightly and came outside the hospital.
But I saw the dark crowd of handyman disciples, running in the same direction.
Everyone was happy and full of excitement.
"Senior brother, let's have a nice drink tonight. We've been working hard all day, so it's time to relax."
"No problem. When I get my monthly salary, I will buy wine!"
It turns out that today is the day when the monthly salary is issued in the mortal realm.
Luo Fu followed the crowd.
Eighty-eight Peaks, Dojo.
The open field was crowded with the handyman disciples from the Eighty-eight Peaks.
There were twenty tables at the front, and a large number of handyman disciples were arranged in an orderly manner, receiving their monthly salary one by one.
A female disciple of the outer sect standing behind the long table faced the crowd with an indifferent expression and said loudly: "The handyman disciples who just passed the palace soul test seven days ago will not have their monthly salary this month."
"Today next month will be the time for you to receive your monthly salary."
Luo Fu had expected this to happen and didn't care.
However, more than half of the newly promoted handyman disciples left the queue angrily and could only watch others receiving their generous monthly salary.
Luo Fu had no interest in this pitiful monthly salary, so he was about to turn around and go back.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the cheerful atmosphere of the dojo.
A handyman disciple, whose chest was deeply collapsed and blood was spurting out from his mouth, fell heavily to the open space of the dojo.
The crowd dispersed with a roar, and everyone looked in the same direction in panic.
There, a group of aggressive handyman disciples rushed into the dojo.
Luo Fu frowned and looked around. He saw that there were more than 500 people coming, and they were obviously not from the Eighty-Eight Peaks!
The leader, a man with a long face and a hooked nose, had a ferocious look that made the handyman disciples of the Eighty-Eight Peaks terrified.
"Oh...why are they here again?"
"What a bunch of blood-sucking moths, they come here to collect our protection fees every month."
"That's not collecting at all, it's clearly robbing!"
"We have to pay half of the monthly salary that we work hard to earn every month. Isn't this not denying people a way to live?"
"Isn't that right? The monthly salary of our handyman disciples is much less than that of the disciples from outside the sect, but our own people want to blackmail us..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, do you want to be heard by Wang Yuejin? Wang Yuejin has a very deep background and we can't afford to offend him!"
Protection fees? Luo Fu frowned and glanced at the man named "Wang Yuejin".
Regarding Wang Yuejin's evil deeds, countless handyman disciples in the Eighty-eight Peaks were all sad and complaining secretly, but no one dared to stand up and speak out.
The crowd dispersed, all with their heads lowered and afraid to speak.
"Spit! It's his fault!" Wang Yuejin led a group of thugs who were also handyman disciples and strode into the dojo.
In the middle of the huge dojo, only the handyman disciple with a collapsed chest remained alone, wailing feebly.
With a ferocious look on his face, Wang Yuejin stepped on the handyman's chest again and said viciously: "Fuck, Zhao Pu, you didn't pay the protection fee last month. How dare you talk back?"
"This month, your entire monthly salary must be handed over, every penny!"
Zhao Pu didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and begged bitterly: "Wang, cough, Brother Wang, my mother is seriously ill, and my protection fee last month..."
Wang Yuejin's face turned cold, and he stepped on Zhao Pu again, making him howl in pain.
"Did I give you face? You dare to tell me the reason!"
"I'm just kidding you, your mother is seriously ill, what does it have to do with me!"
"I also tell you that as punishment, not only this month's monthly salary, but next month's monthly salary will also be handed over in full!"
Wang Yuejin gave an order with a fierce look on his face, and two thugs immediately stepped forward and took away all of Zhao Pu's salary that was still warm.
Immediately, Wang Yuejin swept his stern eyes over the handyman disciples of the Eighty-Eight Peaks, and shouted: "All of them, please line up for me and come over one by one to pay the protection fee!"
The servant disciples looked miserable, but they did not dare to resist and lined up on their own.
"And you, Zhang Ting! Come here!" Wang Yuejin raised his hand and pointed at a tall and thin handyman.
The tall and thin handyman suddenly turned pale. He moved away step by step in fear, and whispered: "Wang...Master Wang, Brother Wang."
"I, I used my monthly salary last month to practice the Spiritual Palace Pill. You see..."
Snapped!
Wang Yuejin strode forward and slapped Zhang Ting to the ground.
Then he stepped on Zhang Ting's ankle bone and said with a fierce look: "Who asked you to practice privately with your monthly salary? Did you get my consent?"
In the dojo, Zhang Ting was rolling in pain with his hands on his legs.
Many of the handyman disciples from the Eighty-eight Peaks dared not speak out in anger.
The twenty-odd disciples of the outer sect who were responsible for distributing monthly salary turned away with indifferent expressions, letting the evil deeds that happened in front of them go unchecked.
This scene made Luo Fu's face sink like water!
"And you! It's him, you look so unfamiliar!"
Suddenly, Wang Yuejin raised his hand and pointed at Luo Fu's nose.
"Damn it, your name seems to be Luo, that loser who came last in the Palace Soul Test!"
Luo Fu sneered lowly and took the initiative to meet Wang Yuejin and walked over.
In his sharp eyes, a murderous intention flashed quickly!
In a few steps, Luo Fu came to Wang Yuejin and stared at him with an indifferent expression, "According to Article 10 of the sect's rules, anyone who violently robs a fellow sect's property shall have their cultivation level revoked and be expelled from the sect!"
Wang Yuejin was slightly startled. He didn't expect Luo Fu to be so bold and dare to use the sect's rules to suppress him!
"Hahaha, Luo Fu, right?"
Wang Yuejin laughed angrily and said, "Listen clearly to me. In the mortal realm, what I say are the rules!"
After a pause, Wang Yuejin whispered viciously in Luo Fu's ear: "You new bitch, you dare to challenge my majesty, I guarantee you will die without knowing anything tonight!"
Hearing this, Luo Fu smiled, and that smile was very cold.
At this time, a handyman hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Luo Fu has just arrived. There is no monthly salary for him this month. Do you think you can give me some mercy..."
Wang Yuejin suddenly became angry and shouted: "Who is it? Tell you, if you don't have a monthly salary, you don't have to pay the protection fee!"
"You little brat, how dare you beg for mercy? I will destroy you!"
With that said, Wang Yuejin raised his arm, and his big palm was about to fall on the face of the handyman who was pleading for Luo Fu.
This slap was actually fiercely injected with powerful spiritual power!
Wang Yuejin, the sixth level of the Spiritual Palace!
Bang!
Suddenly, a pair of iron-like palms clamped tightly onto Wang Yuejin's wrist.
"hiss……"
Everyone in the audience was frightened by Luo Fu's bold behavior and gasped.
Wang Yuejin looked at Luo Fu in disbelief and said, "How dare you..."
The words have not yet been spoken!
Luo Fu's eyes narrowed, and his right hand suddenly increased its strength!
Click!
Under Luo Fu's terrifying power, Wang Yuejin's entire wrist was gripped until it was bent!
The wrist bones were even crushed into pieces!
The handymen of the Eighty-eight Peaks were so shocked by this sudden scene that their faces turned pale!
"Oh my God, Wang Yuejin is an eighth-level expert in the Spiritual Palace, but he has no power to fight back in front of Luo Fu!"
"It's broken, Luo Fu, let go! That Wang Yuejin's cousin is Zhao Changyun! You can't afford to offend him!"
Zhao Changyun, a ninth-level expert in the Spiritual Palace, was also the grandson of the handyman elder Zhao Songlin.
In an instant, the 500 handymen brought by Wang Yuejin tried to charge forward aggressively.
Seeing this, Luo Fu increased the strength of his right hand again.
Ouch!
Wang Yuejin's entire wrist was pinched, leaving only the flesh and skin sticking together!
He screamed like a ghost, "I'm going to fuck you, Luo Fu, how dare you touch me!"
"Do you know who my cousin is!"
Luo Fu sneered and raised an arm suddenly: "Your cousin is the emperor, and you will die today!"
"Death for a scumbag like you!"
After saying this, Luo Fu suddenly shook his arm.
The arm instantly turned into an afterimage, and the strong wind it brought roared!
The terrifying strength caused the simple wind of waving his arms to blow the surrounding handyman disciples to pieces.
Snapped!
In an instant, Luo Fu's palm slapped Wang Yuejin hard on the left side of his face.
Wang Yuejin was beaten straight off his feet from the ground, and his skull was beaten into countless bone fragments under the terrifying force!
The bone fragments exploded again, piercing the skin and flesh, followed by the whole head exploding!
A broken human head, mixed with brains, shot into the sky in the shape of a fan!
All the handyman disciples at Eighty-eight Peaks were dumbfounded.
The disciples of the outer sect who were responsible for distributing the monthly salary were hiding behind the table and sneered: "Now, there is something good to watch."
"No matter whose fiancé Luo Fu is, given Wang Yuejin's background, Luo Fu will definitely die this time."
The handyman disciple who was rescued by Luo Fu said in panic: "Luo Fu, run away! It's still too late!"
Countless eyes looked towards Luo Fu.
"Run away?" Luo Fu stood in the middle of the dojo with a calm face, "I want to see what his cousin can do to me!"
