Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

However, after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, Yang Xuan shook his head again, it was still so good, just right.

If they took the initiative to find troubles in Luotianmen and Beixuanying Pavilion, those geniuses with the heart of the Virgin would probably not join Yutian Pavilion.

Even labeling Yutian Pavilion as a member of Devil Dao, although Yang Xuan doesn't care about this, other people in the Sect may not accept it so calmly.

After all, even bad people would not blatantly engrave bad characters on their faces, they all wanted a fig leaf.

Not long after, after Yang Xuan had just landed on the ground, two figures in the distance suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xuan.

"Pavilion Master/Young Master, luckily he did not disgrace his life, no one escaped, all of them were suppressed and killed."

These two people are none other than Fang Xin and Ying Qi.

"Okay, you two just stay here and watch until Yutian Pavilion finishes recruiting disciples. I will also call Yang Tian to sit here with you."

"Yes, Pavilion Master/Young Master!"

"Yang Hao, you and Fang Yun are here to be responsible for recruiting disciples. Now you guys will officially take over the task of recruiting students here at Devil's Temple, and I will leave it to you." Yang Xuan turned his head and confessed to Yang Hao.

"Dage, don't worry. I'll arrange the rest." Yang Hao said.

"Well, okay, then I'll go back to Sect first, and you two should go back with me."

Yang Xuan against Guo Junyuan and Di Martial Dao.

"Can I go and have a look?" Guo Lu couldn't help asking cautiously at this time.

He is now not only in awe of Yang Xuan, but also deeply grateful,

When he was chatting with Guo Junyuan just now, after learning that his son had a way to control the violent killing intent, he couldn't help but shed tears from his old father.

"Of course, if you want, you are welcome to join Yutian Pavilion. Now Yutian Pavilion will never refuse real talents." Yang Xuan said with a smile.

After explaining the matter here, Yang Xuan climbed onto Thunderscale Bird's back, and headed towards Twin Peaks with a group of newly recruited disciples.

The recruiting of disciples here in Yutian Pavilion is in full swing, but in the Great Hall of Luotianmen, hundreds of millions of miles away, it is a different scene.

The head of the Great Hall and the two rows of Luotianmen Elders below were silent at the moment, and everyone's faces were gloomy and scary.

In front of the leader sitting, there was a table that was broken in two, and it fell to his feet, and all kinds of messy things were scattered all over the floor.

In the center of the Great Hall, there was a man kneeling on the ground right now, his body trembling unceasingly.

"Qi Jiang Elder, tell me what kind of punishment you want to accept. Now I think killing you is already considered light."

"Master... sect master, I didn't know the opponent's strength is so strong, please spare my life, Qi Jiang is willing to take the blame and make meritorious service."

Peng!

Xiao Jie, the master of Luotianmen, stood up angrily at this moment, and smashed the two pieces of the table into pieces with a slap.

"You don't know that the opponent is so strong? Is this the reason you gave me?" Xiao Jie growled, "You idiot? Didn't you know to investigate the strength of the opponent before doing it?"

"Who swore in front of me before that the opponent is a new Sect, and his strength is not strong. Sending a few powerful ninth-rank experts is enough to deter the opponent?"

Xiao Jie felt that this was not enough, a flash appeared in front of Qi Jiang under the Great Hall, and kicked him out.

"Puff!"

After Qi Jiang fell to the ground and sprayed a mouthful of blood, he didn't care about Own's injuries. After getting up, he knelt down again.

"All those who are strong in the dignified state will be wiped out. Tell me, this is called not being strong enough."

While talking, Xiao Jie became angry again, stepped forward and kicked again, Qi Jiang flew out again and hit one of the pillars.

Now he didn't even dare to block, and let Xiao Jie vent, so there was still a glimmer of life.

"Sect Master, it's useless to blame him now. We really didn't expect the opponent to have such a strong strength before. Let's think about what to do next."

At this time, Zhao Kai saw that Xiao Jie's anger had almost disappeared, so he stood up and tried to persuade him.

"Then tell me what to do now. It's best to come up with a perfect solution. Otherwise, I have to kill a group of people today."

"Hmph, it seems that the current Life really makes you regard Luotianmen as a place for retirement."

Xiao Jie, who snorted angrily, slowly moved towards the top position.

"Master, I think it's better for me not to act rashly now. This time, let's find someone to investigate thoroughly before making a targeted decision."

At this moment, Zhao Kai couldn't help thinking about the last time he was in Beixuanying Pavilion. He had a feeling that their Luotianmen were not as powerful as he imagined.

A well-recognized second echelon, Beixuanying Pavilion, is so deeply hidden, and now there is a new sect whose strength is unknown, and the Yang family, which caused heavy losses to both Luotianmen and Beixuanying Pavilion.

It is clear that these forces are inferior to his Luotianmen in terms of status, reputation, and even recognized strength, but Luotianmen has been defeated again and again, and the losses have long been painful.

I don't know how many years it will take to regain my vitality again.

Xiao Jie sat on the head seat, closed his eyes, and rubbed Own's temples.

After pondering for a long time, he sighed leisurely.

"well!"

"Then do as you wish. Since you have brought it up, you will be solely responsible for this matter."

"Yes, sect master!" Zhao Kai immediately agreed, and he didn't want Luo Tianmen to suffer any more losses, as he couldn't bear it any longer.

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At the same time, the same thing happened in Wuchen Pavilion, a shirtless, muscular middle-aged man.

He was beating a gun embryo in his hand while listening to the people next to him report about Wushuang City.

This person is Wu Chuan, the pavilion master of Wuchen Pavilion. As a weapon refiner, Wuchen Pavilion is often either in refining or on the way of refining.

"What did you say? They're all dead?" The hammer in Wu Chuan's hand stopped immediately, and he didn't even care about the mid-grade spear that was about to take shape.

He looked at the person who reported to him in shock.

"Yes, Pavilion Master, according to the Elder of the Soul Palace, not long ago, all the disciples who went to Wushuang City to recruit disciples, as well as the major Elders who went with Luotianmen later, all had their soul cards shattered."

"Go, call all the high-level officials of Wuchen Pavilion to discuss matters in the meeting hall."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

After the man faded away, Wu Chuan's shocked face changed into an extremely dignified expression.

"Why do I have a bad feeling?" Wu Chuan murmured, looking at the destroyed spear.

After all the high-level officials of Wuchen Pavilion gathered together and discussed for more than half an hour, they finally made the same decision as Luotianmen.