From the waste of spiritual roots to the practice of asking the devil

If left blank appropriately, it is easier to give rise to unknown fear. This is the Demon Sect, not the Shantang.

Seeing Wang Yu leave this corner, the two of them were frightened and hesitant, and never dared to step forward to talk to Wang Yu again.

As a result, the day's explanation time was over, and everyone returned to their respective stone houses.

The twenty-second day of the life of a spiritual slave.

Wang Yu is using the same method to get close to his fellow villagers in Shihu City, but he has to use different words when dealing with others.

There are three types of people who are willing to learn.

Those who are submissive, those who know the current affairs, and those who are ambitious!

The first type of people are the most common, the second type is second, and the third type of people is the least. Wang Yu has the easiest time persuading the third type of people. Duan Guanshi endorses the declaration that day. His name is very useful.

As long as they want to become an outer disciple, explain the pros and cons a little, use ice sword skills as bait, and show off the cake they have eaten, these people will be tempted very quickly.

In one morning, he managed to convince seven people.

At this time, the two "acquaintances" took the initiative to come over and whispered to Wang Yu.

"We all have miscellaneous spiritual roots and waste spiritual roots. It is impossible for us to enter Taoism in two months. What's more, before that, we can't even read Chinese characters. You are lying to us."

Wang Yu couldn't help but sneer.

"This is the Niling Blood Sect, not the Shantang! Do you think my qualifications are very good? As long as you are willing to live a long life, it is easy to get started, and you are no exception."

This kind of ignorance appears in people at the bottom no matter what world they are in, but once they are convinced, they will also be the staunchest supporters.

The two were speechless again. After a moment of silence, they agreed to Wang Yu's request.

"very good."

Wang Yu smiled and drew a cake.

"If you want to get rid of your status as spiritual slaves, the spiritual sand you must pay every month should be increased to one to two or six cents. Only if you are different from others will you have a chance to be favored by the True Legend of Cold Blood."

"this---"

The two looked at each other, not daring to say anything, so they could only nod their heads.

Seeing this, Wang Yu left again.

The next few days were devoted to dealing with the "submissive" group of people. This kind of people are most threatened and can show a tough attitude, but they are also the most likely to rebel.

There are three stewards at the head of the spiritual slaves. The one named Duan chose him, but it does not mean that he is the only one. The other stewards will also use similar methods.

There was a lot of movement going around to win over people.

So—he was targeted!

The twenty-eighth day of the life of a spiritual slave.

A group of "old men" with haggard, old faces and messy white hair gathered together. The three of them were on the second level of Qi training. They belonged to one of the three stewards named steward Liu.

"Boss Fang, that boy named Wang Yu has attracted a lot of newcomers during this period, at least fifty or sixty people. Will Manager Liu be dissatisfied?"

Boss Fang stared at Wang Yu who was still walking in surprise.

"So what if you are dissatisfied? You can't kill him. The spirit slaves are the property of Hanxue Peak. If you harm someone in private, you will not only have to pay for your life, but you will also suffer inhumane torture before death, and your soul will not be able to escape."

"Then what do we do?"

"First give him a verbal warning. If that doesn't work, break his limbs."

"What if it still doesn't work?"

The boss surnamed Fang narrowed his eyes and stared at the deputy, who backed away repeatedly before saying.

"If conventional methods don't work, then kill a dying old man and throw him in the house."

Framing the blame.

It cannot be said that they are simple-minded and can easily be seen through. There are not many effective methods among the spirit slaves in the Stone House District, and it is easy to violate the rules.

At this time, the stewards behind them need to take action.

Whoever is more powerful will get the allegiance of more spiritual slaves.

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"If you agree, not only will nothing happen to you, but you will also have the hope of becoming an outer disciple like me in the future. The future is promising.

"One or two eight dollars of spiritual sand, it's agreed."

Having just convinced a fellow from Shihu City, Wang Yu calculated with his fingers that most of the agreed goals had been achieved and could be completed within ten days.

I don’t know whether Manager Duan will fulfill his promise, so I can only gamble. The weak have no say. Questioning is courting death, so you can only believe first.

Whether it's cheating or pressuring.

He always kept that sentence in mind - [One or two pieces of spiritual sand belong to Hanxue Peak, and the extra is from Su Zhen! 】

Whether he can turn over depends on two prerequisites.

1. Manager Duan is willing to pass the message.

2. Su Zhenzhuan is willing to take advantage of him.

Providing more benefits is a way for him to show his value, and this is very useful in the magic world.

He had no choice but to suffer, fellow villager. Just as he was about to find his next target, a dozen spirit slaves surrounded him and blocked him tightly.

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Three more people walked out of it, and it was Lingnu Fang who was planning to teach him a lesson.

"Hey, kid, you've crossed the line, do you know?"

Wang Yu frowned. This was Qingshi Square. Not only were twenty outer disciples watching, but there were also several stewards stationed there.

Of course, the most important thing is the people from Shihu City whom Wang Yu has persuaded and those who have not been convinced. If they show cowardice or get beaten up with bruises and swollen faces, he will be finished.

Most of those who are submissive will fall to the stronger party.

The other party surrounding him is cutting off his path!

Perhaps the Lingnu surnamed Fang didn't think so much, and simply wanted to scare Wang Yu into giving up recruiting more Lingnu.

But Wang Yu's eyes turned red instantly.

The spiritual slave will never be able to turn around in his life. He not only needs to be as careful as he is on thin ice, but also needs to be "cruel". Cruel people are even more ruthless in order to stand firm.

Don't miss this opportunity!

I think Manager Duan taught him this spell for this situation.

"Ice Sword Technique, go!"

With Wang Yu as the center, the temperature dropped sharply within a few feet, and three ice swords condensed around him. With Wang Yu's finger wave, three Qi training level 2 soul slaves, led by Fang, fell to the ground one by one.

Some sticky, dark blood flowed out.

"Ahhhh——"

The crowd onlookers retreated even more violently, fearing that the blood would splash on their bodies.

There was no dialogue, and he was killed just after he expressed his malice.

The soul slave Fang was terrified, but he could only struggle on the ground. The three ice swords did not disappear after one attack, but returned again under the control of Wang Yu's hand gestures.

The blood-burning spiritual power on them alternated with blood, and completely turned into blood-colored ice swords.

"Wang Yu, you can't kill me!"

"Soul slaves are forbidden to kill each other. If I die, you will also pay with your life. "

Wang Yu was indifferent, and his hand gestures changed. Three blood-stained ice swords shot out again. Just at this moment, a small seal pressed down, and it suddenly grew larger in the process.

All three of Wang Yu's ice swords were crushed into powder.

Manager Duan came suddenly, waved his sleeves to put the magic weapon back into his sleeves, and frowned at Wang Yu.

"Calm down."

Seeing his backer, Wang Yu immediately showed an aggrieved expression. He was pretending to be crazy, not really crazy, and spoke first.

"Manager Duan, you are finally here, you have to make a decision for Wang Yu!

"I don't know this person either. I was listening to the lectures of the outer sect masters and was just realizing something. They surrounded me without saying a word and wanted to cut off my arms and legs.

"I have devoted half of my life to the Holy Sect, just to deliver the spiritual sand as soon as possible and make contributions, but these people want to kill me who has dedicated myself to the Holy Sect. "