Chapter 106 Five steps of blood splatter

Chapter 106 Five steps of blood splatter

The two heads of the family looked at each other.

Qianyu Jianmen's reaction caught them both by surprise.

There must be something fishy in this.

But neither of them had the intention to investigate. Such a matter was decided by the sect's golden elixir giant, and they had no ability to change it, nor did they want to change it.

Both of them have lived for more than a hundred years, so they naturally know what to do.

The two family heads quickly ordered that the younger generations of the family should all hide in the clan and practice hard during this period and were not allowed to go out.

Don’t get involved in the affairs of the Yuling Sect.

At this time, the best policy is to protect yourself wisely.

With the tacit approval of the two immortal cultivating families, the Yuling Sect disciples who came to Yanmancheng became unscrupulous.

Every inch of Yanman City is under the surveillance of Yuling Sect disciples, and not even a mosquito can escape.

Many houses had been searched by Yuling Sect disciples, and people in the city were in panic all day long.

These Yuling Sect disciples would not only come to visit in the name of visiting during the day. He will not let go at night, sneaking into other people's homes quietly when others are sleeping.

During the day, these disciples are all humble and polite to others. But at night, his true colors began to show and he became unscrupulous.

Many family heirlooms have been lost for no apparent reason, and all private possessions have been rifled through.

These lost items were only foreign objects, relatively light. If there were young and beautiful female relatives in the family, none of them would be spared, and they would all be desecrated by the Yuling Sect disciples.

The entire Yanman City was plunged into darkness, without any sight of the sun.

Originally, each sect had an agreement not to attack mortals under other sects.

It's just that this agreement became riddled with holes under the temptation of a magic weapon.

Everyone in Yanmancheng is just a victim of Shi Weihan's interests.

The two immortal cultivating families even ignored this and were busy cultivating within their clan.

However, after searching, the disciples of the Yuling Sect sadly discovered that Lin Mu was still nowhere to be found.

Several vendors who had met Lin Mu in the city were all interrogated by the Yuling Sect disciples. The vendors only knew that Lin Mu had bought things here, but no one knew where Lin Mu was.

All Yuling Sect disciples became helpless, and Feijian sent letters to the sect asking for help.

When Ren Liang, the head of the Yuling Sect, received the letter from Feijian, he became furious and cursed: "Trash, a bunch of trash."

But after giving so much, how could Ren Liang be willing to give up?

Accompanied by elder Shen Ren, Ren Liang came to Qianyu Sword Gate again and asked Shi Weihan about Lin Mu's whereabouts.

When Shi Weihan heard that the Yuling Sect had not yet found Lin Mu, he secretly chuckled in his heart, but his face was serious: "Master Ren, we have agreed that I will only be responsible for sending Lin Mu out of the sect, as for whether I can catch him He, then it depends on the ability of your own sect. Now that you can't catch Lin Mu, there is no other reason except that your disciples are incompetent. Just go back, I won't tell you."

Ren Liang's face suddenly turned as red as pig's liver, he looked at Shi Weihan bitterly, turned around and left without saying a word.

Shi Weihan looked at Ren Liang's retreating figure with a sneer on his face.

Ren Liang returned to the sect angrily and immediately ordered his disciples: "We must find Lin Mu at all costs, even if we dig three feet into the ground."

Now, he really hated Lin Mu to the core.

After receiving the news, Yulingzong disciples began to search the villages in Yanmancheng.

Two or three disciples went to each village. This time, the disciples of the Yuling Sect completely showed their shame. Even in the daytime, they showed fierce faces and asked stern questions. Sometimes they even killed a few people to make a warning to others.

Although there are only five or six households in Lin Mu's village, there are still two Qi Refining Stage disciples who came to investigate.

The two Yuling Sect disciples quickly gathered all the children from five or six families and asked about Lin Mu's whereabouts.

For these two people, this was just a routine matter and there was no hope.

But after the two men killed a villager for no reason, many villagers looked shocked. An old man in the village said tremblingly: "I know his whereabouts."

The two of them were immediately overjoyed and hurriedly asked: "Where is he now? As long as the news is true, I will guarantee you prosperity and wealth for the rest of your life. If there is any deception, your entire village will die violently, leaving no one alive."

The old man was even more frightened. The person who had just died tragically was his eldest son. He did not want to see any of his children and grandchildren die again. He was trembling, his hands shaking especially violently, and when he was about to speak, a voice interrupted him.

"Uncle Fu, you can't do this." The person who spoke was none other than Fat Huai.

Fat Huai looked anxious, fearing that Uncle Fu would reveal Lin Mu's whereabouts.

A fat Yuling Sect disciple immediately glared at Pang Huai, grabbed a half-year-old child behind Fu Bo, and said sternly: "If you don't tell the truth, this child will die immediately."

Uncle Fu said hurriedly: "No, no, I say, I say. You must be noble and spare my grandson's life."

The fat disciple smiled and said: "Your grandson's life is in your own hands. Whether he can survive depends on your performance."

Uncle Fu glanced at Fat Huai helplessly, turned around, and whispered: "I don't know his specific whereabouts. I only know that four months ago, he returned to the village once. After he came back, he was in the village. After staying for a few days, he took his parents and left. "

Another lanky disciple next to the fat disciple asked hurriedly: "Then do you know where he went?"

Fu Bo shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The tall and thin disciple snorted coldly, grabbed the half-grown child's neck, and sneered: "Do you want to tell me? If not, I will strangle him to death immediately."

Uncle Fu was very anxious and knelt on the ground and begged: "Raise your hands, raise your hands."

As he spoke, two lines of old tears flowed down.

Uncle Fu trembled and said: "I don't know where Lin Mu is, maybe he knows." Uncle Fu pointed at Fat Huai.

Fat Huai's heart trembled suddenly.

"He is very close to Lin Mu, maybe he knows where Lin Mu is." Seeing the two immortals' happy faces, he hurriedly continued.

The fat disciple immediately turned around and asked Fat Huai: "He said you know, do you know?"

Fat Huai glared at Uncle Fu hatefully, turned his head and replied: "I don't know either, he left a long time ago and didn't tell me where he was going."

The tall and thin disciple smiled and said: "Really, you didn't tell the truth, it seems that I have to teach you a lesson."

After that, he let go of Uncle Fu's grandson and reached out to grab the stone.

Fat Huai's wife was shocked and rushed forward to stop him, but was pushed away by the tall and thin disciple. She fell to the ground and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

Fat Huai showed hatred in his heart and ran straight to the tall and thin disciple, punching the tall and thin disciple on the back of his head.

After the tall and thin disciple pushed Fat Huai's wife away, he was about to grab a stone. He didn't expect Fat Huai to dare to attack him.

When he reacted, a fist as big as a hammer hit him on the back of his head.

He suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the ground, falling backwards softly.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that Fat Huai could knock out the immortal with one punch.

The fat disciple next to him was also shocked. The fat man in front of him was so powerful that he looked sideways.

Except for the spiritual power in his body, the Qi Refining cultivator is not much different from ordinary people. His body is just as fragile. It is not surprising that he was hit in the back of the head by Fat Huai's iron fist.

Seeing his junior brother being knocked unconscious by Pang Huai, the fat disciple rushed to Pang Huai, wanting to kill him.

However, he had just reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and not only had he never learned any magic, he had never even raised a spirit beast.

At this moment, he was a little overwhelmed when facing Pang Huai.

But the cultivators' natural contempt for mortals gave him a lot of courage.

He hurriedly used his spiritual power and punched Pang Huai.

After Pang Huai knocked down one person, his fear of immortals was reduced a lot, and his wife and children behind him made him full of fighting spirit.

Pang Huai was not afraid, and also punched him.

This time, facing the well-prepared Qi Refining cultivator, Pang Huai did not have the advantage.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and Pang Huai stepped back three steps.

The fat disciple of Yuling Sect only took one step back.

The difference between the two was obvious.

Seeing that Pang Huai could not resist his punch, the fat disciple urged his spiritual power again and punched Pang Huai.

Pang Huai gritted his teeth and punched back.

A few years ago, Pang Huai helped his aunt carry food at the foot of the imperial city and trained himself to be physically strong.

At this moment, he could not gain the upper hand against the fat disciple with his brute force, but he could barely hold on for a while.

But after the collision of the punches, the result was not as optimistic as Pang Huai imagined.

Pang Huai took five steps back before he stopped his decline, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

This punch had already caused him slight internal injuries.

Pang Huai gritted his teeth and did not wait for the fat disciple to attack again. This time he took the initiative to meet him, his eyes were red, his face was red, and he used all his strength to hit the fat disciple.

Facing the fierce punch of Pang Huai, the fat disciple did not dare to neglect it, and suddenly urged all his spiritual power to meet Pang Huai's iron fist.

Boom!

The two fists collided, and a strong wind blew.

The fat disciple only took three steps back, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

But Fat Huai took five steps back, blood spurting from his mouth. After five steps, Fat Huai could no longer control his body and fell to the ground.

Fat Huai's wife hurriedly crawled over from the ground and hugged Fat Huai with tears. Shitou was also crying beside him.

The three of them hugged each other. Fat Huai had a firm face. Although he was spitting blood, his eyes looking at the fat disciple were full of hatred.

Seeing that Fat Huai was unable to resist, the fat disciple sneered, walked slowly towards the three people, stretched out his hand, and was about to grab Shitou.

Fat Huai pushed his wife and Shitou away and said to them, "Run."

Shitou hurriedly ran away, but Fat Huai's wife was seriously injured and could not run away.

The fat disciple also saw at a glance how important Shitou was to the two. As long as he caught Shitou, he would not worry about the two people not telling Lin Mu's whereabouts.

He left Fat Huai and chased Shitou. Just after taking a step, he could not move forward again.

A powerful hand, like a steel hoop, tightly hugged the fat disciple's thigh.

The fat disciple was furious and wanted to kick Pang Huai away, but no matter how he shook or punched with his fists, Pang Huai held his legs tightly, making him unable to move freely.

With Pang Huai's desperate struggle, the figure of Shitou disappeared.

The fat disciple was even more angry, and his fists were like raindrops, smashing on Pang Huai's back crazily.

Every time he landed a punch, Pang Huai would spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even a man of iron would find it difficult to survive under such a fierce blow.

There was more and more blood on the ground, and the bright red blood seeped into the ground under his feet.

Pang Huai felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the things around him were getting farther and farther away from him, as if they were going to leave.

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