Peach Luck Unparalleled

A group of people were all dumbfounded, and ran over to elect someone to be the leader, even if they couldn't even get a meal, and in the end they had to work for nothing, building eight buildings that were no less than the main hall Deputy Hall, this is not an easy task.

Although everyone is a cultivator with abilities beyond ordinary people, but a cultivator is not a mason after all, who can build a house right out of the womb?

Daoist Fengfeng had a haughty expression on his face. In his opinion, since I have become the boss of the cultivation world, you all have to listen to me.Yes, I said to guarantee that you will not be bullied by others, except for me. I am the leader of the alliance, and it is right to bully the people below.

Besides, assigning tasks to you is because I think highly of you.

The disciple next to him continued to say loudly: "The lord told me that it takes three days for one hall, and 24 days for eight halls."

Everyone gasped, eight halls were completed in 24 days, isn't it a dream?

"The leader also said that this time must be brought forward and cannot be delayed, so I decided to give you [-] days." The doorman also had a proud face, and his tone of voice was very similar to that of a grandson.

One of the sect masters said cautiously: "This is too difficult. Everyone is not proficient in this work, so it will be a waste of time to do it. Why doesn't the leader give a few more days, instead of reducing it by eight days?"

The doorman said very bluntly: "Have you seen this main hall? We only spent three days, and it was only our own strength. Now there are more than [-] sects, and there are also a lot of casual cultivators. Your speed is not slower than ours, is it?"

Daoist Fengfeng finally spoke, and snorted: "That's right, I not only require speed, but also quality, especially in terms of materials. It must not be inferior to this hall, otherwise, you will be prepared to walk around without food."

A cultivator couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "Renren Fengfeng, you are going too far. We are cultivators, fellows of your Free and Unfettered Sect, not slaves."

The old man raised his eyebrows and snorted, "What do you mean, you don't want to listen to me?"

"Although you are the leader, we are all free people, why should we accept your orders?" the man said angrily.

Daoist Peak smiled: "Let me tell you why!"

When the words fell to the ground, the shuttle-shaped magic weapon flew out and hit the man's lower abdomen at high speed.

bang...

After a shocking loud noise, the man ended up completely destroyed.

Daoist Fengfeng said with a flat face: "Now you know why, if anyone has any questions, you might as well ask them together, and the leader will give you an answer."

Everyone was speechless in astonishment, and the high-level cultivator was beaten to death with a single strike. Who would dare to say a word?

They had to put their heads down and pretend to be submissive.

"Hmph, there are so many people in this world who don't know themselves, and if you don't beat them, you won't be honest." The old man snorted, and then said: "Since you all agree, let's leave, we are about to start the celebration banquet, don't stay here An eyesore."

Everyone came out in a file, and everyone had the same expression of grief and anger on their faces, but no one dared to say anything publicly, so they could only suppress their anger.

They missed Master Supervisor very much. Although she also has a decisive character, she is at least a reasonable person. Looking at the peak monster, she simply doesn't treat people as human beings.

Qin Shao, who had finished poisoning, walked over unsteadily. Seeing the strange expressions of these people, he couldn't help asking: "What's the matter, why are you all coming out?"

The person being questioned glared at him, walked away, and the others didn't speak.

"Strange, did your father die, did you die together? Or did the concubine get slept by someone else, or did you find out that the son was not your own?" He said with a smile.

A group of people were not angry, and they all pretended not to hear.

I rub it, it's really strange, is it because the words just now are not hurtful enough, how is it possible?

Walking behind was a relatively young cultivator. This guy had the most grief and indignation on his face. Qin Feng grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Although the man lowered his voice, he could clearly hear the anger in it: "The soul of the old man is light, let everyone help him build the palace, and everyone will be responsible for the materials and labor. Don't care about the food. We were an eyesore and drove everyone out, and the Xiaoyao faction wanted to hold a celebration banquet. What do they think of it, even if it is an animal, it must be stuttered."

He immediately understood that Daoist Fengfeng's innocence was down to his bones, and he was even better than the beauty inspector.

However, you Xiaoyao faction will not be happy anytime soon, and you will probably die after drinking the wine that Lao Tzu has added.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being happy.

The cultivator whose arm was being pulled by him glared: "Fellow Daoist, what do you mean? Do you really think that if you offer a magic weapon to the lord, he will treat you differently? Don't dream, your end will definitely be the same as ours."

"What's the same?" Young Master Qin was taken aback.

The man shook off his hand and snorted: "Build a palace with us, and be treated like a cow and a horse!"

"Hey, don't worry, absolutely not." He smiled mysteriously, the Xiaoyao faction is about to disappear, so what's the use of the palace?

Soon, the aroma of cooking came from the direction of the kitchen, and a group of disciples got busy, sending all kinds of mountain delicacies that had been prepared into the main hall, and fine wines were also brought over in a steady stream.

In the main hall, there are no empty seats, and those who can sit here are all prominent figures of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Daoist Peak had an undisguised joy on his face, and at the same time rejoicing, he also felt sorry for his decision to retreat for more than 300 years. It would be great if he came out one day earlier. Make it all up.

The two doormen looked at each other, they stood up at the same time, and said with a smile: "Old Ancestor, this junior has prepared better wine for you, please accept it."

After finishing speaking, the two of them flipped their palms, and two exquisitely crafted blue and white porcelain altars appeared in front of them.

"Oh, there is better wine, bring it up and have a look." The old man said happily.

The two held an altar each and walked over together.

Slapping the mud seal open, a strong aroma of wine came out, and the old man praised: "It really is good wine, you two are very filial."

"That's right, of course good things should be dedicated to you, Patriarch. Those of us who are juniors are not blessed to enjoy them."

"Haha, after this celebration banquet is over, the lord will personally guide the two of you to practice." The old man did not forget to say to everyone: "If you have any good things, you might as well dedicate them all to me, I will not treat you badly." Yours."