The expressions of the three of them are almost the same to describe them with soul flying.
They knew that they were not Zhu Yang's opponent if they tied together, and their only reliance was the soul card.
But now that the soul card has been snatched away, then the fish on the chopping board is not Zhu Yang.
The other party was also very ruthless. As soon as he came up, he abolished one arm of Junior Sister Xiao. This concealment technique was unheard of, how could they not be shocked
The two male cultivators were not slow to respond. Seeing that Zhu Yang had already grabbed the soul card, they quickly found a bargaining chip to slightly level the situation.
One of the swords immediately hit the Thousand Faced Ghost's neck—
"Senior Sister Zhu, please hand over the jade token."
Who knew that Zhu Yang didn't even look at the three of them, but said to the thousand-faced ghost on the ground, "Does it hurt?"
The 'Zhu Yang' on the ground wiped the cold sweat on his face and said coquettishly, "It hurts to death, do you think these things are human?"
"Such a beautiful woman can kick her feet, is there still a king's law?" She asked Zhu Yang like a chat, "Why don't you cut her legs? I thought you would cut her legs if she kicked me. "
"She's squatting, her posture is not convenient." Zhu Yang coaxed him and said, "If we want her to move around and cut to the top, wouldn't our own house be dirty with her intestines running? To be honest, the stench of blood in the air now makes me Kind of unbearable."
Thousand Faced Ghost pursed his lips, and then nodded: "Okay, you can't let me be bullied."
"Of course." Zhu Yang's pig's hooves lied to the little girl and swore to the sky: "It hurts in my heart when you hit me!"
The Thousand Faced Ghost glared at her and said in a sweet voice, "I hate it~~"
Their indifferent attitude angered the people next to them, and the male cultivator's sword was one point closer to Thousand Faced Ghost's neck.
The swords of the inner disciples of the top sects are naturally not ordinary things.
It's not because the craftsmanship of this era has generally reached this level, but because these people have good cultivation.
Long-term nourishment with sword energy, inseparable for ten or even decades, is naturally incomparable to Fan Tie.
So when he moved forward, a small wound appeared on Thousand Faced Ghost's neck, and bright red blood flowed out from it.
They also affirmed the importance of this counterfeit to Senior Sister Zhu, but the other party didn't care about their own situation, not fearlessly dying, but all felt that they were a threat, and even the sword that was close at hand was not in their eyes.
This makes their happiness crumbling before they can be solidified, and they can only keep hypnotizing themselves. This is Senior Sister Zhu's strategy, and she has always been good at this.
One held the Thousand-faced Ghost with his sword, while the other pulled Junior Sister Xiao over and cast a spell to temporarily stop her bleeding.
At this time, the bright red on the ground was actually a huge shoal. Because he was lying under that arm just now, Thousand Faced Ghost's clothes were also stained a lot, and he looked very embarrassed.
Indeed, when the Thousand-Faced Ghost was pulled back by the pain in his neck, he noticed the blood on his clothes.
She gave a disgusting 'tsk': "Okay, let me take a shower by hammering them first, it feels as uncomfortable as pouring SHI."
The female cultivator had already broken an arm, her face was pale with pain, and she felt hatred, anger, panic and confusion in her heart.
In the mouth of this bitch on the ground at the moment, she was still being ridiculed like this, and her tone was nonchalant, as if the pain of her severed limb was not as important as the other party's contamination with a little filth.
No, that bitch just took her for filth.
Thinking of this female cultivator, she immediately went crazy. She raised her leg and stepped on the face of the Thousand Faces Ghost, and was pulled by the male cultivator on the side—
"Are you crazy? Give me a break."
The current situation is not good for them. If the fake on the ground does not have enough weight in the eyes of Senior Sister Zhu, then the three of them may not be able to get out of here.
This is not the time in the sect. Disciples quarreled and moved hands. In the end, there will always be a time for the elders to come to the bottom. That guy defected and killed his fellow sect without blinking. If you don't know where you are now If so, then all three of them have to explain it here.
One restrained the female cultivator, and the other male cultivator holding the Thousand-faced Ghost asked Zhu Yang, "Senior Sister Zhu, your cultivation will be more exquisite in a month or two, which is admirable."
"I heard that you killed the old mother Yundu alone. We thought you just hit good luck. Now it seems that you didn't get lucky."
"It's just that I want to ask, your concealment skills that turn dark all over, and the stand-in in front of you that are just like you are not the same skills in the sect, right?"
"I don't believe that you can use the same mind to such perfection in such a short period of time. Could it be that you practiced evil methods long before you left the sect?"
Zhu Yang glanced at the male cultivator. He was the one who had just mastered the soul card, and should have the most say among the three.
Then she laughed and sat down on the sofa beside her slowly—
"Looking at your smart face, you're an idiot who can't get the point if you don't want to. Okay, then I'll communicate with you in a more straightforward way."
She pointed to the thousand-faced ghost on the ground: "Give you two choices."
"First, let go of it obediently. I'll take it lightly when I torture you later."
"Second, you are proud of your own chips. I promise that tonight will make you unforgettable for a lifetime."
After she finished speaking, the disciples of Xiaoyaomen didn't respond, and the Thousand-faced Ghost became impatient—
"Why are you bullying so much with them? I'm afraid you forgot that the pheasant essence was taken in when you were cooking. There is still something burning in the pot. Don't delay dinner."
As soon as he said that, he slammed into the sword on his neck and died!
died!
Not to mention the three of Xiaoyaomen, even Zhu Yang was stunned by its impatience for a moment, no, this is no longer an impatience to describe.
The three who suddenly lost their chips stared at the blood flowing from the neck of the fake on the ground. They couldn't believe that the other party just rammed the sword on their own, at a time when there was no room for negotiation.
And the other party's appearance seems to be more important than a meal after death.
But then they knew what was going on, because the dead 'it' gradually changed from Zhu Yang's appearance back to a pitch-black human form, and then turned into a pool of liquid similar to asphalt.
Unable to catch him, he could not get trapped, so he swam straight towards Zhu Yang, and the male cultivator slashed twice with his sword, as if he was pulling a knife and breaking the water, it was useless.
Zhu Yang over there wiped his face unbearably, and a book appeared out of thin air in his hand.
As soon as the book came out, the expressions of the three cultivators suddenly changed. They couldn't admit their mistake. The ominous aura emanating from this book was the most evil prop they had ever seen.
"You, as expected, have already fallen into the devil's way."
Zhu Yang raised his hand and motioned them to shut up. When the 'asphalt' slowly grabbed her calf and climbed all the way up, and was about to climb back into the book, Zhu Yang patted the 'butt'.
And the 'asphalt' liquid, which the male cultivator could not hurt even with a sword, turned into a jelly-like texture when Zhu Yang slapped it, as if it was convenient for her to beat people.
Zhu Yang scolded in an intimate and distressed voice: "I don't know who to learn the virtues from, this is going to scare me to death."
Thousand-faced ghosts belong to spiritual creatures. Like cockroaches, if the host dies, it will not be destroyed.
When it becomes someone else, the appearance is completely indistinguishable. However, IQ, thinking and memory are all based on the owner.
So the more Zhu Yang is familiar with who, the more perfect she can restore. Of course, she is the most important among them.
When the Thousand-faced Ghost turned into her, because it was his own energy supply, physically, he was really another Zhu Yang.
Unless her strength is far superior to her, and she has the power to study this Dao, it is impossible to tell, because the Thousand Faced Ghost is the aura and energy fluctuations of Zhu Yang.
With the vigilance of the three people, it is not that they have suspected the strangeness of this room, but they are still deceived because of the characteristics of the Thousand-faced Ghost.
However, although this guy had the same IQ and thinking pattern as her when he became her, it was different.
Knowing that its master is immortal if it doesn't die, it doesn't particularly care about life. In its eyes, dying once to buy time or change its position is simply not a matter of course.
This is the same as the cockroaches spontaneously blocking the explosion of the poison skin man before. Zhu Yang doesn't want his precious children to make unnecessary sacrifices.
But from their point of view, they are good when Zhu Yang is good, and it is instinct to do everything to maintain Zhu Yang's safety.
When the 'asphalt' completely returned to the human skin book, it was full of blood and resurrected. The next second, Zhu Yang shook the pages of the book.
The three monks over there saw the person who had just died under their sword reappear, but it didn't maintain Zhu Yang's appearance for a long time, and turned into a young man who was somewhat similar to Zhu Yang.
After changing his appearance, the other party seemed to have a big change in character, blushed and hid behind Zhu Yang's chair shyly, for fear of being scolded by her.
Zhu Yang knew that this guy probably felt that what he was doing was quite a middle schooler, and ignored him.
The three of them were emotionally fluctuating, glanced at the book in Zhu Yang's hand, and then rushed out of the door as if they were having a good discussion.
It seems that Xiaoyaomen's behavior is also flexible.
But since Zhu Yang has already made this gesture, where is there room for them to escape
Before running to the door, his entire body left the ground and lost gravity, and was then smashed to the ground.
Rao is the cultivator's body has been tempered by spiritual power, but this time is already painful, and everyone's head is like a bell.
Especially the female cultivator passed out immediately, and the other two were not much better. The next second, he felt a needle-like pain in his head, and then he lost consciousness.
After the Thousand-Faced Ghost died, it turned into a pool of black water and returned to the human book, and the chain fell to the ground.
Zhu Yang released the four fairies and asked them to use the chains to tie the three guys firmly, and then went back to cook.
The four goblins thought they would see the chaos in the villa after the fierce battle, but they were relieved that nothing was damaged except for a pool of blood on the ground.
They cook with pheasant essence, and the rabbit essence and mouse essence wipe off the blood quickly, so as not to affect the appetite.
As soon as Li Xuan came out, he asked Zhu Yang, "Have you got the thing?"
Zhu Yang shook his hand and read the card to him.
Li Xuan took it directly and saw Zhu Yang throwing a lighter at him: "Let's experiment."
Li Xuan naturally understood that this thing could cause direct damage to Zhu Yang, and said embarrassedly: "Don't, don't you? What if it hurts you?"
Zhu Yang glanced at him and said with a smile: "You have more than 20 years in your last life and more than 10 years in this life. What's the big talk about the old virginity of more than 40 years?"
"Just because you are too weak, I am confident and bold to give this thing to you to try."
"When you ask someone to do something, how do you talk about the ginseng cock?" Li Xuan almost died of anger, blushed and grabbed the lighter: "You said it, don't blame me then."
So taking advantage of the gap before dinner, Zhu Yang tested the specific conditions for using this soul card.
It's really convenient to make people feel cold all over, but there is no point where anyone can use it.
Li Xuan can't be a mortal, and the 'no' Li Xuan was kicked out and replaced with a rabbit spirit.
Sure enough, monks or monsters with spiritual power can use it, just inject spiritual power, and then put Zhu Yang in the sight range, and the casting of the soul card can be fed back to himself.
For example, rabbit spirits can grow their own hair and bind their prey. Ordinary animals can even be strangled with their hair.
She urged the soul card to look at Zhu Yang, and tightly restrained the soul card with her long hair. Although her strength was very different from that of Zhu Yang, Zhu Yang still felt the discomfort of being bound.
The strength of the rabbit spirit is so weak and so, not to mention the three Xiaoyaomen with astonishing attack power.
Zhu Yang took back the soul card, his face was ugly: "This kind of thing can't be more than this one, right?"
These three disciples have a piece on their body, is there still one in the gate, or the person with the highest voice in the Xiaoyao Gate is the guy who truly controls life and death.
After thinking about it, the dinner was ready, so Zhu Yang had to temporarily put away the sign.
The three of Xiaoyaomen were awakened by the strong aroma of food. When they regained consciousness, their brains still hurt a little, and they didn't realize where it was for a while.
When they saw Zhu Yang sitting at the head of the dining table, and the 'fake' next to her, the consciousness of the three finally returned.
The female cultivator's arm was still hurting. If she found something to pick it up, she might recover. If it was too late, she would really be handicapped.
So she was the most urgent, her tone was eager and pleading: "Senior Sister Zhu, since the Soul Nian card has been returned to your hands, we are not a threat to you, let us go."
Zhu Yang took a slow sip of the food and said, "Can you not disturb us when we eat? You don't even teach dining etiquette, do you?"
The food on the table was rich and unique, at least many of which they had not seen.
The food for lunch has been digested long ago. At this moment, I am really aroused by hunger, but what is even more unbearable is Zhu Yang's attitude.
However, now that they have become fish on the chopping board, they dare not yell at her like before.
The female nun was so anxious that she broke into a cold sweat, but luckily she was almost finished eating there.
A few other fairies and humans collected things, wiped the table, and served Zhu Yang with after-dinner drinks. Life was even more domineering than inside the door.
After all, the generals in the sect have to be of seniority and standard, and the master behaves simply, how can other people be so extravagant
When they got here, the three of them actually understood why this guy betrayed.
After slowly drinking a glass of juice over there, he raised his finger, and the three people who were bound moved to her out of thin air.
Zhu Yang looked at the three of them: "I ask, you say, if you tell a lie, I will chop off one of your fingers."
Said with a wicked smile: "Jian Xiu loses his hand, it means he is useless, right?"
The expressions of the three of them changed: "Senior Sister Zhu, we admit that we were impulsive this time, but in the end, you should not be too extreme in your friendship."
"Huh? When I met, I burned my body in flames. It's really a warm fellowship."
Ignoring the embarrassed expressions of the three, Zhu Yang said, "First of all, in your understanding, how did I betray my teacher?"
The three of them never thought that Zhu Yang didn't know this at all, but thought that she might be very concerned about the attitude of the sect. After all, traitors generally think that the sect has failed them and rarely know what they have done. of.
It's not impossible to talk about this kind of topic, one of them said, "Master said that you stole the secret book and intended to usurp the throne."
Zhu Yang nodded, a very common routine, looking at the attitudes of the three people, he seemed to be convinced of it, so he didn't go to the bottom of this point.
During the period, I asked a lot about the internal affairs of the Xiaoyaomen, the size of the sect, the number of people, the division of the ruling class, who the spiritual leader is, the cultivation mode in weekdays, and so on!
The more the three of them were asked, the more surprised they became. They only felt that the person who grew up with them in the sect had become so unfamiliar at this moment. Don't she know about those small and scattered things
The three of them are not stupid, but they are definitely not too smart, otherwise they would not be so blind, so this kind of person is easy to be mistaken by wisdom.
They felt that there was something wrong with Zhu Yang's questioning, and they went back and forth in their minds, but they came to the conclusion that this guy used these bits and pieces to let them relax their vigilance, so that they could win with one blow at the critical moment.
This is obviously not clear about his own positioning, and after thinking so much, he doesn't believe the real answer in front of him.
I wish that these guys would be detoured. Although there are many means to achieve the ultimate goal, it is naturally best to have no trouble.
She even kindly threw a question that made the other party feel 'finally here': "Where are the other three being held? Shouldn't they be dead?"
Sure enough, the three of them were immediately vigilant, and they who answered the various questions in front of them truthfully were silent at this moment.
Zhu Yang smiled. Of course, she didn't care about their non-cooperation. In fact, from various pieces of information, she didn't need to answer too accurately. She could get the answer only by doing multiple-choice questions.
However, she first used mental power to invade one of the guys' brains. It is easy to attack them with mental power when they are unprepared, but it is not easy to extract various detailed information.
The three of them are not ordinary people, they are cultivators whose strength is comparable to that of ordinary intermediate players, so Zhu Yang gave up this method.
The room fell silent for a while, they didn't speak, and Zhu Yang didn't rush, like a patient teacher.
But the pressure on the three of them is increasing. This is the first time they have not cooperated since the dialogue. They even began to wonder what Zhu Yang would do to them.
Is it tormenting them? Or just kill them? Seeing her cut off Junior Sister Xiao's hand for the sake of the evil creature without blinking her eyes, there is no way she can't do it.
Then I heard a voice suddenly: "They were not brought back to Xiaoyaomen."
The other party said something lightly, and when the three heard it, even the most calm and self-controlled male cultivator couldn't help pursing his lips, and the female cultivator flashed a bit of surprise in his eyes, but she was quickly restrained.
Then Zhu Yang said again: "In the capital?"
Although the three of them tried their best to keep their faces calm, the sudden stagnation of their breathing could not deceive Zhu Yang.
She smiled: "Very good, thank you for your cooperation."
The female cultivator finally couldn't bear it any longer: "No!"
The other two simply wanted to slap her to death, which was simply a no-brainer.
There Zhu Yang said: "I have been away from the world for 30 years, it is not good to choose when, but I chose this time to be born. I think I am determined to get the position of the national teacher."
"You pretend to be mysterious, and you want to build a position of detachment, but you are too familiar with the capital. You are familiar with the three religions and the nine streams, and you only know that the Xiaoyaomen is in the capital, but you don't know where the people are. It can be seen that the entire sect has done a lot in the capital. Very."
"Before the competition, there were no disciples who subjugated demons and subdued demons everywhere to show that the sect was reborn, which means that they did not think about going the people-friendly route, so the main activities of the disciples were the sect and the capital."
"I just asked about so many sects, but when those three guys are locked back to the sect, you will be vigilant, wondering if I will use words to deceive you, but you are completely defenseless."
"That means that the possibility of those people in the sect is very small, then I will set my sights on another place!"
The faces of the three were pale, and at the same time, a deep sense of powerlessness rose, and they even thought, no wonder she was the number one disciple in the sect.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stand behind them, they were domineering, and when they were dissatisfied, they defected directly. Under this arrogance and self-will, it was the terrible support they could not reach.
Zhu Yang took three elite disciples and defected, but before they left, the sect had not planned this event.
At least the disciples of their generation didn't know at all. After 30 years of escaping from the world, their influence in Beijing was so deep.
But she can see through it at a glance, and speculates the whole context. When they came out they had this guy's life in their hands, but now—
This is undoubtedly a huge blow to them on the inner level, but it is more than that. Finally, Zhu Yang asked them: "Then the last question, where is the address of Xiaoyaomen, and whether Xiaoyaozi is still in the sect."
The faces of the three were a little humiliated: "Oh! I wish the senior sister a good way. The question is irrelevant. It seems random but there are traps everywhere. Just now, I was trying to figure out the whereabouts of the three senior brothers and sisters. Now what?"
"Don't tell me that you won't find a way back after two months of coming out."
Zhu Yang shrugged: "I really can't find it, so can you tell me?"
Seeing the three of them staring at her, Zhu Yang said: "Well, the address of the sect, or the hiding place of the three, you have to tell me one of them, as long as you say one, I will swear not to ask about the other."
"If you don't say—" She smiled and leaned back, hundreds of cockroaches appeared from all directions, with ferocious teeth just about to move.
Zhu Yang threw a honeydew melon on the table and disappeared into the cockroach's belly in an instant.
When the ancients were reborn, because they felt that the integrity of the corpse was related to the fate of the next life, if they were buried in the mouth of a worm, they would die without a whole corpse, which would be tantamount to cruel punishment.
The calmer one can still think desperately about what traps Zhu Yang dug in that question, but the female nun is more concerned about intuition.
Seeing that the cockroaches were about to reach her, she hurriedly screamed: "In Yunze Mountain, Shizun never leaves the sect, why are you acting stupid?"
"Thank you for your cooperation!" Zhu Yang said with a satisfied smile, and then he took back the cockroaches faithfully.
The three were still in shock, but seeing that Zhu Yang really had no other reaction, they even started recruiting people to lock them up.
When the calm male cultivator was about to be pulled down, he finally couldn't help but say, "What the hell do you mean? I don't believe you are just asking for the sect's address."
Zhu Yang spread his hands: "I can't help it if I don't believe it. I really forgot what happened before, and naturally I don't remember the way back."
"Ha! Do you still want to go back? Did you think about Master when you defected?" The bad tempered sneered.
Zhu Yang nodded: "I still have to go back. After all, if the old guy doesn't come out, I can't kill people thousands of miles away, right?"
The three of them were horrified: "Are you crazy? Shizun's old man's orders for you are just arresting, but you have a glimmer of hope for you, but you want to kill Shizun?"
"Are you still human? Everyone in the sect was raised by the master."
Zhu Yang said impatiently: "Well! I collect orphans everywhere for brainwashing and raising, and I blindly worship a person as a god all my life, but this person repays everyone's admiration with a soul card that can easily crush everyone."
"The cult also pretends to be immortal, which is really disgusting."
Seeing that the three of them looked at the lunatic, Zhu Yang shook the soul card in his hand: "Do you have these things too? It's more domineering than selling yourself, but you can still feel good about yourself as someone else. children."
"As for slaves, you should have the self-consciousness of slaves. Don't think that you are the stupid son of a landlord's family. The class is different, ah!"
After she finished speaking, she ignored their reactions. Anyway, people have been brainwashed for decades, so she definitely couldn't understand in a few words, and she was not so conceited.
But it's just that he was unhappy and said a few words, which made people hold back and slowly respond.
The three were searched for swords, their skills were sealed, one put a cockroach behind his neck, and sensors were arranged around the room.
The four fairies used puppets to demonstrate to them what would happen if they stepped out of the room with cockroaches on their bodies.
But they are now like this, it is difficult to break free from the chain.
In the evening, Zhu Yang returned to the room and took the soul card to examine it carefully. This was the second time.
The Resident Evil can still be dismantled according to the clues and her own meticulous demolition, but this time, how will she dismantle the secret method of other people's sects
Zhu Yang didn't believe that only three guys had this piece of this stuff. Although it wouldn't be a bad street, at least there was a piece in Xiaoyaozi's place.
And in the worst case, he can make it continuously. Zhu Yang has lived in Xiaoyaomen for many years, and they should have any conditions for making this kind of thing.
At this time, Zhu Qian came up from behind: "Sister, is this difficult to handle?"
It sees that Zhu Yang has always been at ease, and many things can be broken in an instant.
Zhu Yang stroked his hair, then slapped it on his hand.
Yes, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible to be the last time, this is just the world of spiritual and monastic cultivation, and there are people who have such power.
She didn't feel that the game gave her this status as a deliberate challenge, but she felt it was a warning more than she did.
For example, Xiaoyaozi needs her status as a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect to create a soul card, which means that the other party knows that her blood, hair, body, organization, and spiritual power run. This is too detailed, in fact, it is not easy.
But what about going to the higher world in the future? Even if the game does not do anything and arranges her as a background, there is always a power that can curse or control her only by one of them.
What will she do then
In order to prevent this situation, the only way Zhu Yang can think of is to control herself first before others control her.
She can do it, after all, she has a book.
As soon as his mind changed, the book appeared in his hand. This thing can't sign a stranger with sufficient yang, so Zhu Yang must make an important decision.
Her mirror ability allows herself to take objects through the mirror, but when she first got this ability, she would never enter the mirror as a whole.
She didn't know if she could get out after entering.
Later, in the battle of the poison skin man, because the opponent's strength was too strong, her strength also reached the point where she could not bear the risk, so she had to hide in the mirror world for a few seconds.
But this time is different, she has to use the breath of the other world to temporarily wash away the yang energy from her body, and complete the contract by deviating from the human skin book.
The human skin book is her property. With the human skin book's superiority of ignoring her level in the contract, no one will be able to use this to easily restrict her in the future.
It's like the only person who controls her is herself.
This idea is crazy, but Zhu Yang thinks the result is worth the risk.
Then Zhu Qian saw his sister motioning for him to sleep with Xiaoji tonight, then took out the mirror with Fujiang on it and put it in by himself.
This mirror game is produced, regardless of the effect or stability, Fujiang can continue to evolve in it, and it is now one of her big killers.
Occasionally, Zhu Yang also poked around to see how many people had grown inside, but this was the first time he came in.
Sure enough, she was attacked as soon as she came in. A few days ago, the four helping Fujiang enjoyed it for half a month. They were bitterly jealous, and naturally extremely angry.
Especially these guys assimilate with the lickers, and the combat power seems to be a little floating.
Zhu Yang took out a huge military flamethrower, and it burned in front of the Fujiang River that rushed up.
Many Fujiang who took the lead were burned and screamed, and they disappeared every moment.
Zhu Yangyong took out a box of matches, which was bought in the copy of Fujiang. It was a special match for Fujiang. At that time, she had not been killed a few times, and there was a lot left in the box.
Zhu Yang lit another one and threw it on Fu Jiang, who wanted to sneak attack on her: "I won't put the roof on the roof for three days, right?"
"Do you still want to eat?"
Burning several people and material threats made the Fujiang people dare not act rashly, but one by one, they began to accuse Zhu Yang of not being a human being.
In short, when she put back-to-back in to be with Fujiang, now she understands the mood of back-to-back at the time, just like tens of thousands of ducks quacking in your ears.
Zhu Yang took out his mobile phone, tapped the gun, and the mirror suddenly became silent.
Zhu Yang grinned and said, "Idiots have forgotten who the boss is, right? I want to stay here quietly for a night. Next, whoever of you dares to make a sound, I will strangle her to make her quiet."
Fujiang didn't dare to speak anymore, this guy said to strangle them, but what if they burned them by the way? There is no chance of resurrection.
Zhu Yang took out a chaise longue, lay on it lazily, and drove the Fujiangs to a pile, like a trafficker and the poor people she was trafficked.
As soon as the Fujiang people saw the comfortable sofa, they were jealous again, and they knew that this good thing in Bichi would only be kept for themselves.
But after muttering like this, no one was acting as a demon all night.
In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Yang felt that it was almost done, so he went out of the mirror and didn't want the sofa.
Before she left the rich river, they broke their heads for the sofa again.
Zhu Yang took out the human skin book, took a deep breath, and with a heart full of willingness, signed the contract by asking and answering questions by himself.
The waiting time made her feel a little uneasy, but sure enough, the yin qi of the other world deceived the human skin book's identification.
Her name, avatar, and ability data appeared on the human book, and she will no longer be subject to any unequal contract.
Whether it's a curse, a gu, or mental manipulation, it's a contract situation to put it bluntly.
Li Xuan and the others saw that Zhu Yang was in a good mood after getting up in the morning, so they relaxed a bit.
There is still one day left before the election of the national division. Zhu Yang needs to go out to find out the situation, at least to know who the competitors are.
The four fairies controlled the mice in the city to help find the three players. Although the amount of work was huge, it was better than doing nothing at all.
She also took a lot of surveillance cockroaches to go out, and if there were any abnormalities, they would be handed over to Li Xuan for analysis, but on the day of the election, they still found nothing.
Zhu Yang is not in a hurry. Since Xiaoyaozi has a plan, his true purpose will always be exposed during the election of the national teacher.
The basic condition for the national teacher election is to be within the top 50 of the Celestial Master list, but some experts who are not born can also participate if they are recommended, and not all the top 50 Celestial Masters want to join in the fun.
Zhu Yang arrived at the venue and looked at the number of people present. Excluding the Taoist boys and disciples who were accompanied by the Celestial Masters, there were fifty-seven people who actually participated in the competition.
Zhu Yang didn't wear the sect clothes of Xiaoyaomen, but the fancy clothes purchased in the largest cloth village in the capital. She is a talented person at the top of the Tianshi list, and there are no ordinary clothing restrictions.
Bu Zhuang dared to sell her anything, and Zhu Yang naturally chose a gorgeous and stunning outfit, which would not hinder her action.
It is that everyone is simple and elegant, and she is immortal, but she does not come to compete for the national teacher, but rather to compete for the oiran.
But not everyone on the so-called Heavenly Master List is well-educated. Some loose cultivators with low backgrounds and a mix of three religions and nine streams are not very open to their mouths.
Seeing Zhu Yang's greasy look, he said loudly: "That girl, the Tianxiang Pavilion of Yihong Courtyard is not here, you are looking for the wrong way, if you pull business and we won the position of national teacher, I will find you well. Celebrate."
Saying that, he laughed wickedly—
But halfway through that laugh, it was like a duck being trampled on the neck. Zhu Yang grabbed his face and went straight to the ground.
Then he punched his nose with a thunderous punch, and the man was embedded in the hard granite floor, his face so rotten that he couldn't see it.
If it hadn't been for the cultivator's subconscious infuriating movement to hang his last breath, he would probably have died.
Zhu Yang casually stepped on him, as if he were part of the floor—
"It's not a coincidence, it seems that I celebrated you first."
The sudden conflict and the battle that ended in an instant shocked those present.
Those who can come in here, even if not all of them are worthy of the ranking, there will never be embroidered pillows mixed in.
Especially for those who are scattered, it is more difficult to cultivate without resources. Generally, the cultivation level may not be as high as that of the orthodox Daoist disciples, but the actual combat ability is usually better than that of the same level.
But this young girl, a face-to-face with the man did not have time to fight, she just crushed and beat the man with pure force. This strength should not be underestimated.
Someone soon recognized that this was Xiaoyaomen Zhu Yang, who had recently gained fame. During the discussion, they could not help but turn their attention to another Xiaoyaomen disciple present.
Zhu Yang followed the crowd and saw a handsome male cultivator in Xiaoyao Sect robe looking over.
The way he looked at himself was a bit complicated. For example, it was like an infatuated woman who saw a scumbag who was against her.
And there was a beautiful woman next to him, and her face became unsightly when she saw her. Half of this attitude came from Zhu Yang himself, and the other half came from the attitude of the male cultivator at this time.
However, this woman is more able to manage expressions than the idiot who was locked in her villa, at least she didn't offend people by opening her mouth stupidly, and she was more aware of the overall situation.
But they were in a major situation, but Zhu Yang didn't care about Xiaoyao's face. Speaking of which, the rumors she had made by Li Xuan have been suppressed.
Anyway, at this moment, most of them thought that the beggars called it wrong, or that there was an ignorant pheasant sect who had the same name as Xiaoyaomen.
I wish Yang Xin walked over, the gorgeous skirt is like rolling clouds, very beautiful.
She came to the two monks, looked at them with a half-smile, but did not speak.
The male cultivator's eyes were complicated, but he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Here you