Chapter 11: Back to the sect

Looking forward to the horror, Zi Yan saw a young man in the linen looking at himself in the hall.
"Zhang Guan."
Zi Yan knows the old man. He is the manager here. His surname is Zhang. People are very easy-going. Although his status is not as good as that of his inner disciples, he is higher than his foreign disciples. Some of the disciples Paneling came back and came here to settle some things.
The old man walked up quickly and whispered a little whispered next to the purple sable: "Where have you gone for a while, it has disappeared for several months."
"Going out for a while, this is not bringing back these things." Zi Yan took out a lot of hides from the baggage of the back.
"You have to be careful. Recently, Wang Meng always looks for you again. He is still looking for Zhao Can. Right, you are back. Why didn't Zhao Can come back?" Zhang Guan took the animal skin and whispered.
Although the talent is not high, the age is good, but the manager is very good, and the words are full of concern.
A faint smile, said: "Zhao Can is dead."
Speaking and understatement, it seems that a dead cat is a dog, not a good brother.
Zhang Guanshi was a good man, but he looked at Zi Yan and patted him on the shoulder. The kind-hearted sable, talking about his brother’s death, is so indifferent, Zhang Guanwu clearly sees what.
"You have to be careful recently. I don't think they are interested in it." Zhang Guanwu said this sentence, he left with the bag of purple.
At this time, two teenagers came from outside the door. One of them saw the purple scorpion, and then it was a yin and yang saying: "Hey, isn't this purple? How? I haven't seen you for a few months. You Still not dead?"
"Is there something?" Zi Yan looked back and looked at the two calmly.
"Hey, let's find out what you can do. We are not a person of the world with you. It is a fierce brother who is looking for you. I really don't know what kind of dog you have gone, so you can let your brother get this heart." The teenager snorted.
The two people in front of me, the slightly taller figure named Fu Jie, the shorter one called Chi Ming, as the two said, they had no contact with Zi Yan before.
Because they all followed Wang Meng, and Wang Meng was Wang Xiong’s younger brother, the two sides who had no contact, but had contact at the moment, apparently for the 500-year-old snow ginseng.
"Go."
Seeing the purple scorpion motionless, Fu Jie’s voice was sharp.
"Where?" Zi Zi looked at Fu Jie.
"Of course, I am looking for a fierce brother." Fu Jie said with impatience: "I really don't know what you are going to do, and the where you stepped on, even let the fierce brother name you."
"I don't know where I was on a stinky shit, but I know that the that you both stepped on must have been stepped from the front of Wang Mengmen, and it is as stinky as your mouth." Zi Yan glanced coldly at the two, sarcasm.
After that, I ignored the two and left.
"stop."
Being so ridiculous by Zi Yan, the faces of the two became very ugly, and Fu Jie’s body shape flashed, and it was blocked in front of Zi Yan.
At the same time, the pool sounded up, and above the whole body, the infuriating air came out, and the cold eyes glanced at the purple eyes.
"Is the five layers of infuriating?" Zi Zi looked at the two, and the pupils shrank slightly.
"Yes, the five layers of infuriating, the steady entry into the inner door, the kid, the gap between the inner door and the outer door, I think you are also clear. Offended us, you don't know how to die if you die." Fu Jie sneered, face There is a proud color.
The people who came here gradually got more and more, and naturally someone discovered this scene. When they heard the words of Fu Jie, they even had some envy in their eyes.
"This sable, even offended by Fu Jie, is really looking for death."
"That is, Fu Jie brother and Chi Ming brother, but they all want to become inner disciples."
Still others, in order to deliberately please Fu Jie and Chi Ming, but also in the distance to ridicule the purple.
"Haha, Zi Yan, now I will give you a chance to apologize, and then go with us to find Mengge." Hearing the sounds around him, Chi Ming is laughing, his expression is extremely arrogant.
For outside disciples, entering the inner door is the greatest wish, and the inner disciples are also high.
There are quite a few people who have joined in the fun, and there are some pity in their eyes. Offending Fu Jie and Chi Ming is equivalent to offending Wang Meng, and offending Wang Meng is offending Wang Xiong. The road to Zi Yan is almost broken. Even if you enter the inner door, it is not good.
"Yes, apologize, then tell everyone, who is the real shit." Fu Jie is also sneer.
"moron."
Business sylphs are very optimistic about the greet of the other people: "I also have a choir, you are really rash.
All around, they are dumbfounded.
In this case, the sable can have a variety of choices, either apologize, or tough, or silent, but they never imagined that the sable will fight back and fight so thoroughly.
The two people who are directly speaking are worthless.
"you......!"
The reaction of the purple scorpion naturally surpassed the expectations of the two. At this moment, the arrogance of the two faces disappeared, but it was replaced by anger, incomparable anger, and a sense of killing. The atmosphere of the five-layered atmosphere was directly locked. Purple is obviously going to work.
"Why, do you still have to do it, I will give you a few courage, see if you dare?" Purple is indifferent.
In Lingwuzong, it is forbidden to fight, and the foreign disciples are even less qualified to participate in the battle platform. Even if there is a big contradiction, they cannot be used in the sect.
Although Fu Jie and Chi Ming have the strength of five layers of real gas, iron and iron can enter the inner door, but after all, they have not participated in the assessment, and now they are also foreign disciples. So the two were furious, and they were in the fire, but they couldn’t help.
So the purple scorpion strode away.
A farce was so scattered, Fu Jie and Chi Ming ate, angered, and there were no people who did not open their eyes to deliberately knot.
"Oh, wait and see."
The two snorted, only to say something, then leave.
.........
The sable returned to his hut, and there were two cabins. Although it was not large, the equipment was relatively complete, and the tables and chairs were all benches.
Next to the sable huts, Zhao Can’s residence. The two had a good relationship and were brothers. They tried to find a place to stay together. Unfortunately, now... I think again, Zhao Can, Zi Yan’s face is calm. But a heart has become cold.
"Purple, get out of me."
It didn't take long for the sable to return to the hut, and there was a loud scream outside. This voice was not familiar before, but now I know that this is the voice of Fu Jie.
Fu Jie is fierce and very arrogant.
When Ziyan walked out of the room, he discovered that it was not two people but three people.
In addition to Fu Jie and Chi Ming, there is also a younger boy who looks smaller. It seems that the age of this person is even smaller than the purple.
"Wang Meng."
For the celebrities of the outer door, Zi Yan naturally knows that Wang Xiong’s younger brother, Wang Meng, has come to the outer door many times. He used to see the purple scorpion far away, but the two sides did not intersect.
At that time, Wang Meng was high on the top, and Zi Yan was just a passerby.
"Seeing Wang Meng's big brother, still not coming over?" Seeing Zi Yan walked to the door and did not move, Chi Ming could not help but shout.

Is there something?
The sable is still indifferent.
Because of Zhao Can’s betrayal of the day, those who have never met with him will find himself and will continue to find trouble.
After the catastrophe of the day, the sable is already unusual, and the simple five-layered innocence, he really does not look at it.
"You are purple, very character." Wang Meng mouth has a touch of laughter, but under the tender expression, there is a kind of old-fashioned tone.
Zi Yan did not speak, waiting for the other party to say.
Wang Meng did not have nonsense, and said directly: "My intention is that you are also very clear, it is the 500-year-old snow ginseng."
After saying this, Wang Meng is staring at the purple.
"Snow ginseng, what snow ginseng?"
The indifferent expression disappeared, and Wang Meng’s eyes were angry. After all, it was only a teenager. The city was not enough. It was easy to get angry. "Are you stupid with me?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." The purple faint road.
"Oh, good, very good, you soon know what I am talking about." Wang Meng sneered, then turned and left.
Lingwu Zong has the rules of Wu Zong, the inner disciples may not need to obey, but the foreign disciples have to obey, even if Wang Meng does not work, so he left because he is afraid that he can't help but shoot on the purple, although afterwards I can settle this, but it is not worth it for a purple.
So he left.
"Give him a little lesson." When he left, Wang Meng said a faint discourse.
"Okay, no problem." Both of them nodded and had an excited color in their eyes.
...
On the second morning, when the purple scorpion came out of the room, it smelled a stench, and then the purple foot took a foot, it was a lightning-like retraction.
Because in front of his door, there is a yellow thing, which gives off a thick smell.

Hey!

Hey!

At the same time, Zi Yan also heard the sound of water splashing alongside, looking at the sound, Zi Yan saw the side of the house ~EbookFREE.me~ A Tsing Yi disciple with a mask, is from a stinking In the wooden barrel, use a gourd scoop to simmer some yellow soup water to the purple house.
Because the things in the wooden barrels are really stinky, every time the Tsing Yi disciples poured out things, they frowned and their throats moved and seemed to be in a difficult expression.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Zi Yan screamed at the Tsing Yi disciple and prepared to go forward.
Who knows that he suddenly angered, but it scared the other party a big jump, the hand accidentally shook, the urine was accidentally escaped, got on the wrist, on the sleeves, suddenly there is a kind of vomiting feel.
"what are you doing."
The sable is angry again, and he is carefully walking out of the door.
The Tsing Yi disciple was very flustered and forced to vomit. He saw the arrival of the purple scorpion, the gourd scoop in the wooden barrel, and the gourd scoop full of the soup water, and then smashed again. The arc flew toward the purple.
After that, the latter dropped the wooden barrel and the gourd scoop, and they flew away in the distance. The wooden barrel hit a few turns, then rolled over, and all the things inside poured out, and suddenly a more pungent smell came out.
There was a curve in front of the urine, and there were many yellowish things under the feet. The purple scorpion only retreated backwards and retreated to the room. After avoiding the arc, it was found that there was no Tsing Yi disciple.
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