The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 541
"What... how dare he!"

Hearing the disciple in black's report, a middle-aged man at the peak of the Qi Transformation Realm suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes wide open, his face full of anger, his whole body trembling, and he yelled angrily.

He didn't expect that Shang Wuzhi would dare to do this.

The other people in the main hall heard the black-clothed disciple's report. Although they didn't have such big emotional fluctuations, they still had anger on their faces, and an uncontrollable coldness flashed in their eyes.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were on Qin Wufeng, and the intention of asking was obvious.

"Come on, let's go out and have a look, and see how brave Shang Wuzhi is to surround us."

Qin Wufeng stood up from the chair, a sense of determination emanated from his whole body, he lifted his feet directly, and walked towards the main hall door.

After all, he used to be No. 1 in the martial arts world of Huaguo, and his arrogance is naturally not inferior to others.

Seeing this, the others looked at each other, stood up in silence, followed behind Qin Wufeng, walked out of the main hall, came to the courtyard of this house, and stopped in their tracks.

Immediately, they saw that the black-clothed disciples in the purple bamboo forest gathered in the courtyard, and the mixed discussions stopped immediately, and they all raised their heads, looking expectantly at Qin Wufeng and others who walked out of the main hall.

Suddenly, the entire courtyard was silent.

"Linyuan Pavilion thinks that our Purple Bamboo Forest is easy to bully, and they are surrounding here. If you don't want to endure the bullying anymore, then straighten your backs, follow behind me, walk out the door, and face them."

Qin Wufeng's eyes swept across the entire courtyard, glancing at some yellow-skinned faces one by one.

Then, he spoke in a deep voice, very sonorous.

"We obey Chief Qin's decision and don't want to endure humiliation any longer."

"Fight them."

"Damn, I have endured for decades and finally found an organization. How can I allow myself to endure and kill them?"

……

As soon as Qin Wufeng finished speaking, in the originally extremely quiet courtyard where needles could be heard, countless black-clothed disciples were excited and spoke one after another, expressing their anger towards Linyuan Pavilion.

They have been in Zhenxing Pavilion for many years, living in humiliation as cows and horses. They have already had enough of such a life, so they joined the Zizhu Forest, hoping to have a backer who can live with a straight back.

So at this moment, Shang Wuzhi and Chen Bing of Linyuan Pavilion are oppressing them, and it is absolutely impossible to bear it any longer.

"Okay, let's go!"

Seeing that the crowd was in unison, Qin Wufeng nodded, and raised his stopped footsteps again, followed by the black-clothed disciples stepping out of the way one by one, and walked vigorously towards the main entrance of the house.

Behind him, followed by Huang Daishan and other eight principals, as well as countless black-clothed disciples, the momentum was mighty.

In a short while, it was the main entrance of Lai's house.

"You bastards of Zizhulou, get out of here, or I will be impolite in Linyuan Pavilion."

"Damn, are you rabble in the Purple Bamboo Forest blinded by cow dung?"

"If it weren't for Zhenxing Pavilion not allowing killing, I would have killed all of your Purple Bamboo Forest."

……

With the arrival of Qin Wufeng and others, outside the main gate of the house, one after another of madly cursing voices came into the ears, causing everyone around Qin Wufeng to look angry, tremble, and hold each other tightly. Double fist.

So insulting, so bullying.

However, Qin Wufeng didn't say a word, and led the crowd through the threshold of the main entrance, and walked out.

Immediately, I saw that in the vast area before the main entrance, there were hundreds of Zhenxing Pavilion disciples wearing black gowns with simple rivers embroidered on their chests, gathered together, silent, and at a glance, it looked like a huge dark cloud, weighing people's hearts out of breath.

These are the people of Linyuan Pavilion, and there are people of all kinds of skins, like a pile of offal.

In front of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a scar between his eyebrows, forehead, and left cheek was sitting on a boulder with a wicked smile, looking quite cynical.

He is the person in charge of Linyuan Pavilion... Shang Wuzhi, with a half-step innate cultivation aura emanating from him.

And under the steps of the main entrance, four black-clothed disciples with simple purple bamboo embroidered on their chests were confronting eight cursing people from Linyuan Pavilion.

"Shang Wuzhi, what do you mean?"

Qin Wufeng stood on the steps of the door, glanced at the scene, and asked Shang Wuzhi who was sitting cynically on the boulder coldly.

Behind him, standing Huang Daishan and others, all followed this questioning sentence, glared at Shang Wuzhi, trembling with anger, and clenched their fists with a bang sound.

They were all bullied to the top.

All the bullying came to the door.

Tolerable or unbearable!
"What do you mean? Hehe, of course, we asked you Zizhulin to give us the meaning of Linyuan Pavilion, not much, one hundred thousand Peiyuan pills per month, plus one hundred high-grade spirit stones, and ten carts of medicinal materials."

Hearing the voice of questioning, the cynical Shang Takezhi slowly raised his head while sitting on the boulder, waved his hands to get the eight confronting disciples to step aside, and said with a sneer.

Peiyuan Pill is the most basic elixir in Zhenxing Pavilion, and it is the elixir that every Zhenxing Pavilion disciple must take every day, but the number of [-] per month is also a huge amount, which is not something that ordinary organizations can take. out.

What's more, in addition to one hundred thousand Peiyuan pills, there are hundreds of high-grade spirit stones and ten carts of medicinal materials. It is clearly a lion who opened his mouth. He doesn't care about the abilities of Qin Wufeng and others, they are extremely scoundrels.

"Shang Wuzhi, I'm afraid you've lost your mind. Do you think that our Zizhu Forest will be afraid of your Linyuan Pavilion?"

Qin Wufeng's face was sullen, his old eyes showed coldness, and he said fiercely: "Our Purple Bamboo Forest is the organization of Protector Lin, don't tell me you are brave enough to fight against Protector Lin?"

"The Protector Lin you keep talking about is the lifeless Lin Yang, right? To tell you the truth, behind me is the deputy pavilion master Shi Shanhai. How can I care about Lin Yang's son, let alone the dead Lin Yang?" Yang Xiaoer, I'm afraid that at this moment, Huyun Mountain in the northwest has been wiped out in ashes, and it is impossible to return to the Zhenxing Pavilion. I, Shang Wuzhi, have nothing to be afraid of, what do you think? What do you think? Haha..."

Hearing Qin Wufeng's words, Shang Wuzhi suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, tears came out of the laughter.

Then, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he said abruptly and viciously: "In a word, do you pay or not?"

"roll!"

Qin Wufeng's angry face trembled, and he shouted angrily, wishing to tear Shang Wuzhi's extremely evil face with three scars in an instant.

"Okay, okay, you Zizhu Forest has a backbone, so after today, there will be no Zizhu Forest in Zhenxing Pavilion."

Hearing the word "roll", Shang Wuzhi's face was as cold as frost, and the three scars suddenly became ferocious. He slowly stood up from the boulder, and his cultivation at the peak of the Qi Transformation Realm suddenly spread away, and he shouted in a sinister voice: "Lin Yuan The disciples of the pavilion obeyed the order, and immediately started to level this house and the purple bamboo forest for me."

(End of this chapter)