Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Chapter 82
It was raining on the mountain.

"Senior Brother Lu, it's really you."

Zhao Feng looked at the black-clothed monk who couldn't see his face clearly in front of him, and there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

There was silence.

The monk in black suddenly raised his head slightly, then lowered his head again, looked at him, and laughed, with a relaxed tone:
"Heh! I knew I couldn't hide from your Tongming Jianxin, but I left some things in the sect to mislead you."

"However... I haven't seen you these days, you have grown a lot, Junior Brother."

"The things you left behind are very useful. I did always think that the people in the sect harmed you, so I never dared to help your family. I was afraid of scaring the snake. I didn't expect..."

Zhao Feng suddenly said:

"But why don't you see me in real face now?"

Silent again, the friar in black took a deep breath, but did not answer.

And Zhao Feng didn't continue to ask, but chatted like a real old friend:

"Speaking of which, Elder Qin also accepted me as an apprentice, and I learned a lot from it."

"He? Heh! It seems that I still saved you. This old man is finally dead."

The black-clothed friar spread his hands with a smile: "Since that's the case, why don't you follow me, brother? I'm now No. 1 under the elders in the church. You come, and I have the ability to take care of you."

"Just take care of me like before?"

Zhao Feng said abruptly.

"Of course!"

"You will always be my younger brother!"

The black monk didn't even think about it.

This time, Zhao Feng was silent, as if recalling the warm days, his stern face became softer, but then he shook his head slowly:
"Unfortunately... from the moment you faked your death and left the sect, even hiding it from me, it has been impossible."

The black-clothed monk didn't speak. After a long time, he let out a breath slowly, and his tone relaxed again:

"I knew that you would not agree, you are reluctant to part with the sect... Heh! I really don't understand, we are monks! We are asking for longevity! With my aptitude, it is already the limit to be able to refine Qi in the Eastern Sacred Sect , but in the Tianmen Sect, I can build a foundation overnight, the golden core is expected, and I can even temporarily control the 'Blood Bone Holy Lord'!"

"That's Nascent Soul!"

"Junior brother, tell me, is the sect really that important?"

Hearing what the monk in black said, Zhao Feng laughed for the first time.

"Brother, if people only want to live forever and have no bottom line... What is the difference between you and those puppets?"

"Besides, my ambition is never to live forever!"

He stopped talking, lightly grasped the second-order magic sword in his hand, and slashed out with one strike!
Sword light covers the sky!

"You and I have been brothers and sisters for so many years, do you have to do this?"

Even at this point, the monk in black still couldn't help but speak.

But only in exchange for a more violent sword.

The black-clothed monk finally stopped holding his hand, and in an instant, countless mysterious bones rolled out of his palm...

a long time.

"Brother, can I ask you to do one thing in the end?"

"what's up?"

"Give them a way out."

"...Okay, I promise you, you can go at ease."

The broken second-order magic sword fell into the rain.

Reflecting the owner of the sword.

The monk in black looked down at his sleeve, where a neat piece was missing.

"Your talent is still so enviable and enviable..."

"How dare I leave you behind."

He couldn't help sighing.

Immediately, he passed the opponent without the slightest bit of nostalgia, and walked to the iron cage magic weapon. He paused slightly, and turned his head:

"Wait until the magic power of this iron cage dissipates..."

"Let's kill everyone above the low-grade spiritual root and above the sixth level of Qi refining."

Then strode away immediately.

The monks of the Tianmen sect behind them looked at each other and nodded slightly.

……

Wang Ba didn't know when he fell asleep.

Maybe it was because the cage was too dull, maybe it was because the night was too exhausting.

Or it could be the special effect of this iron cage magic weapon.

Anyway, when he woke up, he found that the other monks in the iron cage were also drowsily asleep.

Thinking of Zhao Feng's words he had heard before, he felt a thrill in his heart.

"Where is Brother Zhao?!"

He subconsciously touched the place where Senior Brother Zhao had photographed him before, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, he didn't have time to explore, so he hurriedly tried to get rid of the black curtain that shrouded the iron cage.

To his surprise, the shady scene was actually activated!
A ray of light penetrated through the gap.

The monks in the iron cage were also awakened by the light and got up in a panic.

"We're not dead?"

"not dead!"

"Is the Suzerain and the others coming back to save us?"

Whisper.

And soon, what made everyone nervous was that there was a voice outside the iron cage that they couldn't understand what it was.

'Wow'!
The dark curtain was lifted suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight shone in.

But there are all monks here, and they quickly got used to it, but outside the iron cage, they were all monks of the Tianmen Sect in red and black Taoist robes.

At this time, someone recited the formula, and the iron cage above Wang Ba's head quickly flew up and shrunk.

"This... is this going to let us go?"

Someone couldn't help whispering.

"Come here! Line up one by one! If you dare to act recklessly, kill him immediately!"

A black-faced monk exuding strong mana fluctuations snorted coldly.

If this group of disciples of the Eastern Sacred Sect could have worked hard last night, they would have long since lost their temper after one night, and they all lined up obediently in a row.

One by one, they were locked up with the 'Forbidden Law Shackle', and they couldn't feel the existence of mana immediately.

Soon, the black-faced monk held a talisman and started testing them one by one.

"Yo, the first one is the twin spirit roots!"

A smile appeared on the face of the black-faced monk.

The disciple immediately showed flattery and a hint of self-respect: "Yes, fellow daoist, is your sect accepting disciples? I am willing to join the Tianmen sect. I, I still have some cultivation resources here, which can be dedicated to fellow daoists." !"

The black-faced monk glanced at him with a smile, and winked at the monk next to him.

The monk next to him immediately took the monk away with a smile.

Seeing this situation, the eyes of the rest of the restless monks suddenly showed a hint of hope.

The monks who feel that their aptitude is not low are full of confidence.

The sect is gone, and the higher-ups have given up on them. Now, it's time to think about themselves.

It is not a bad thing to be able to join such a powerful force as the Tianmen Sect.

Many people are gearing up and eager to try.

Only Wang Ba's complexion was not very good-looking.

"What the hell! Why does Tianmen teach this kind of demon sect also depends on aptitude!"

Soon, the monks were taken away one by one, and some disciples with low aptitude and low cultivation were also left behind.

It immediately attracted the sympathy of many other disciples of the Eastern Holy Sect.

And when the talisman in front of Wang Ba also lit up, the people around were full of pity.

"Four spirit roots... such a poor aptitude, I guess the Tianmen Sect doesn't like it at all!"

"Hey, I can only say that he deserves to be like this!"

At this moment, a voice full of surprises suddenly sounded:
"Haha! Brother Wang, you are still alive!"

(End of this chapter)