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Li Yunpeng followed his hands into the hall with his hands behind his back.

This kick made the Temple Son almost breathless.

After struggling on the ground for a long time, just about to get up, Li Yunpeng stepped on his chest again.

"You are the Son of the Temple?"

"I...I am!"

Li Yunpeng waved his hand with a big mouth.

Snapped!

The sound was clear and loud, echoing constantly in the hall of the temple.

Everyone was trembling with fright.

Li Yunpeng's eyes were stern, "I'll ask you again, are you the holy son of the temple?"

"me......"

Snapped!

It was another big slap, and even a few teeth fluttered.

Hum!

Li Yunpeng took out the laser blade and pressed it to his forehead, "I don't want to say nonsense for the third time!"

Shengzi felt the sharp split feeling on his forehead, shivering in fright, he is a sixth-level pinnacle evolutionary, how could he have no resistance in this person's hands?

"I...I'm not the Son of God..."

Wow!

The people in the Presbyterian Church suddenly boiled.

"What? Not the Son, Mad, Bai is kneeling, this grandson, really **** it."

"Hey, pretend to be the Son of God, and put him on the guillotine stage!"

"When I look at this old color blank, it's not a holy son!"

......

The false saint son was bitter in his heart, he knew this was the ending, and he wouldn't come to be killed.

Li Yunpeng came with interest, "You are a false saint son, then really?"

"Really he...dead, dead..."

When everyone in the Presbyterian Church heard that the Son was dead, sadness came to their hearts.

"Huh? The Son is dead?"

"God, the son is dead, the temple is over..."

Li Yunpeng was irritated by their crying and shouting, "Shut up Du Te's mother, is Shengzi your father?"

Everyone hurriedly shut their mouths, only the sound of sobbing and choking was left. After being stared at by Li Yunpeng, they quieted down completely.

After Li Yunpeng sat down in a chair like a guard, the laser blade in his hand swayed straight in front of the fake son.

"Let's talk about it, what the **** did you die? How did you pretend to be?"

The false saint son opened his mouth, covered his cheeks, wrinkled his eyes, and whimpered and said, "I am the guard of Lord Son. When I follow Lord Son through the country, I encounter a mutant animal group attack. When I died, I led my subordinates to escape desperately. On the way, I had the idea of ​​replacing them."

Humph! Fight to death? Li Yunpeng snorted coldly in his heart, you haven't died yet, can the holy son die first? It would be strange if there were no ghosts in it.

But he didn't have the time to get justice for that **** son. Since he wanted to come to Xijiang, he didn't hold his fart, he deserved it!

Dang Cang Dang Cang——!

Suddenly, the sound of weapon handover sounded outside.

Li Yunpeng came to the door with the collar of the fake son, and drove down. It turned out that these people he had brought clashed with the 150 guards under him.

Li Yunpeng was not in a hurry. He sat in a chair and watched the battle. Behind him was a group of elders and deacons from the Fire God Temple, watching with relish.

Although there are thousands of people brought by the false saints, they may be regarded as top powerhouses outside the domain, but they are obviously not enough for the guards composed of all 6-level evolutionists.

Almost 150 people were chasing these thousands of people and beating them. People from outside the territory squirmed around with their heads. Some escaped from the temple, and they were caught by the 300,000 Qingyun troops who were on guard from the outside.

After a while, the scene calmed down. Apart from falling to the ground and wailing and the lifeless corpse, only Li Yunpeng's 150 guards could stand.

The voice of the elders of the Fire Temple behind him was extremely low, for fear that they would annoy Li Yunpeng.

"Hey, the Moyang Empire is indeed well-deserved. I am afraid that these hundred and fifty people will not be able to stop everyone from the Fire Temple!"

"I think these 150 people all crawled out of the dead, one by one, they were very subtle, they existed for the purpose of killing people, and they have formed instincts."

......

Li Yunpeng sneered in his heart, you group of turtles, Lao Tzu's guards, that were experienced through 82 passages in the underground world. What kind of desperate situation has not been encountered before, and the small scenes shocked these people. .

Seeing that the matter was basically over, Li Yunpeng stood up and said to the false saint son: "I am not easy to kill people."

The false saint child was taken aback for a moment, and kept kowtow, "My lord, the little one has eyes and no beads, please let me go. It's my greed, so I won't dare anymore!"

Li Yunpeng patted him on the face and said, "Don't worry, I said, I won't kill people easily, so...I decided... to leave you to someone else to kill!"

The false saint child originally had hope, but when he heard the following words, he was suddenly speechless. Do I really care about the question of who is going to kill?

"Li Dun, get rid of this grandson!"

"Yes!"

With a laser blade, Li Yunpeng casually cut his hamstrings and hamstrings, and then kicked Li Dun.

The fate of the false son is self-evident, and his death is extremely miserable.

If he is not a level 6 evolutionary, Li Yunpeng even wants to send him to a labor camp for mining.

But whoever allowed him to have a high level of evolution, there were very few people in the labor camp who could guard level 6 evolution, so he still killed him.

"The other outsiders were all **** and sent to the labor camp!"

"Yes!"

After dealing with the false saint son and his party, Li Yunpeng turned his head fiercely, and everyone in the presbytery shuddered.

"Come, you guys come in with me."

After Li Yunpeng said, he walked straight into the temple.

He picked a chair at random, placed it in the middle of the hall, and called Huo Feng'er.

"Feng'er, sit here."

Huo Feng'er looked around, everyone was standing, just sitting alone?

Li Yunpeng gave her a soothing look, and she sat down inwardly.

"Everyone, has the lord seated?" Li Yunpeng asked.

Everyone was taken aback, but Mo Sang reacted more quickly, bowed and said, "Your Lord is seated."

The others reacted immediately, nodding their heads and saying yes.

Just kidding, 300,000 troops are guarding outside, and inside are all killing gods. There are only a few people in the temple, dare you say half a word?

"Yeah." Li Yunpeng nodded, snorted, and then continued: "How old are you all?"

Everyone couldn't figure it out, but they still answered honestly.

"I'm 68."

"I'm 72."

"I'm 81."

......

Elders are all evolutionaries. Although they are not high in rank, they still have the effect of prolonging life. The age between 60 and 80 seems to be quite tough on the surface.

Li Yunpeng said: "What is the legal retirement age?"

Everyone's spirits are awe-inspiring, this is so mandatory to retire! Naturally no one spoke.

Li Dun hurriedly said next to him: "My lord, the legal retirement age is 60 years old."

"Okay! Get retirement pension and endowment insurance for you elders."

"Yes!"

Everyone: "..."

I want a hammer pension and a woolen pension insurance!

"Li, Lord Li, this matter..."

Li Yunpeng interrupted him and said, "Li Dun, what is the upper limit of the age of detention in the labor camp?"

"My Lord, there is no upper limit!"

Li Yunpeng suddenly realized that he made a long tone.

"Oh--!"

Then stared at the person who wanted to talk.

The man said half and half a word, his face flushed, and he didn't know what to do.

Mosang couldn't stand it anymore, "My Lord, we are all retired, what will the elders do?"

Li Yunpeng waved his hand, "Oh, don't worry about it, I am going to serve as the elder myself, that... by the way, Li Dun, you come to be the deputy elder, and you will choose dozens of guards from Elder."

Everyone: "..."