Daoist friend, you are a treasure, let me refine it for you

Linzhao, Bai Linxi, as the elder of Xiangyun Sect, gathered all the cultivators in Linzhao.

The cultivators of the other three sects, although without the order of their own elders, also gathered in a market.

It happened that Xingmang Society took away all the other scattered cultivators, leaving a place for so many cultivators.

Just because of a rumor, an evil cultivator who mastered the soul attack technique killed more than a dozen disciples of Xiangyun Sect.

"It turned out to be the soul attack technique, no wonder my son was... No matter where you escape, I, Bai Linxi, will definitely find you and cut you into pieces!"

Sitting in front of the mirror, Bai Linxi looked at herself in the mirror, her anger could not be concealed.

She didn't expect that she released so many tracking talismans, she left the technique, once there was a reaction, she could sense it, just because she was afraid that her disciples would not inform her in time.

But she didn't expect that when she arrived at the first time, not only did she find the trace of the evil cultivator, but she learned that more than a dozen disciples of her own sect were killed!

Tap, tap, tap.

"Elder Bai, the sect master is here and is calling you over."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Bai Linxi stood up and walked out of the house. The monks outside the door led the way and walked to the big house of the monks stationed in the center of the market.

Inside, the four sect masters sat in the front row, and the rest were the elders of each family at the eighth and ninth levels of Qi Refining.

Among them, there were still a few vacancies.

Bai Linxi bowed to the four sect masters, and then found her seat and sat down.

Soon, the seats were full.

There was only the sound of breathing on the field.

Their sects sent out elite disciples to search and kill the remnants of the evil cultivators, but more than a dozen people were killed by one person.

After understanding the situation, they realized that they had gathered dozens of people on their side, but the other side, one man and one demon, left more than a dozen people, and then left in style.

This was a stepping on the face of their four sects, and they kicked them back and forth a few times, and spit on them before leaving.

If this news spreads, how will the other places look at their four sects?

"Soul attacking techniques are not the means of the Corpse Refining Sect. This person is so rampant that he must be captured and sentenced to death to comfort his dead disciples."

Qixia spoke with murderous intent, sweeping the room and making everyone feel cold.

"There is only one reason for calling you here this time. If the evil cultivator is not stupid, he will definitely hide in the Great Black Forest at this time. I want you to enter the Great Black Forest together and surround the evil cultivator."

The ten elders from the Xiangyun Sect nodded and accepted the order from their sect master.

The other three elders, seeing that their sect master did not say anything, thought that he tacitly agreed to this proposal, so they also nodded.

This time, Qixia and the others did not intend to talk about the behavior of the foundation-building cultivators.

No matter what level of Qi Refining you are, with the four foundation-building cultivators coming together, what can the soul technique do.

"We understand."

"Elder Bai, take out your tracking talisman. You still have to rely on your tracking talisman to find the evil cultivator. After you find the evil cultivator, you will be the one to execute him."

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

Bai Linxi's face lit up, and she took out another stack of tracking talismans from her storage ring and distributed them to the cultivators present.

Afterwards, everyone went to the Great Black Forest together, ready to capture the rampant evil cultivator.

Four foundation-building cultivators crossed the sky, and the Xingguang Society saw four streams of light from afar.

"That cultivator is really amazing. He killed so many sect cultivators by himself."

"Who said he wasn't? I heard the noise and couldn't help but go over out of curiosity. Guess what I saw. The cultivator stood there without moving. Those sect cultivators fell down like wheat being cut. It was really spectacular."

"You are bragging. No matter how powerful you are, there is a limit. I heard others say that the man controlled a very powerful monster, which made those sect cultivators flee in panic."

The two casual cultivators looked at the direction where the foundation-building cultivator flew and talked freely.

The casual cultivators of Xingmang Society had no hatred towards the evil cultivator who killed the sect cultivator.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. They have already regarded those sect cultivators as enemies. Moreover, they did not fight with the evil cultivator. Instead, the evil cultivator accidentally relieved their crisis.

Besides, with the nature of those sect cultivators, it is still unclear whether the evil cultivator is really an evil cultivator.

He is so powerful that he defeated four sects by himself. He is just like the person in the legend. Maybe the sects couldn't save face after the retreat, so they said that the other party was an evil cultivator.

The sect master admired this strong man very much, especially when they learned that the dozens of sects who were originally going to cause trouble for them were defeated by him alone, they were full of gratitude and respect.

"President, those sects really don't take us seriously. With such a battle, the mysterious cultivator is afraid that he will be in danger."

A casual cultivator next to Zheng Xuanfeng pounded the table with his fist. They sent people to communicate with the four major sects, but the masters of the four sects came and ignored them.

This made them angry at being ignored.

"They are used to being high and mighty, so they naturally can't accept someone riding on their heads. It's best if they don't care about us. Now that the people in the association are united, it is easy to dispatch various resources. We should make use of this."

The person with his back to the chair was writing something at the desk, and his words were completely different from the reckless and resentful cultivator before.

It feels so good to have resources.

By chance, almost 90% of the independent cultivators in Linzhao gathered together. Under the oppression of the sect cultivators, the power of the independent cultivators made it easy for the independent cultivators who always followed the crowd to join this force composed of independent cultivators.

It sounds dramatic, but this is the reality. Even Lin Jinya didn't expect that his casual plan to divert the attention of the sect cultivators would actually unite all the scattered cultivators in Linzhao.

Of course, this group is still fragile, but its effectiveness has been seen.

At least, they are now entrenched in the Zhao family. This was originally the spiritual vein of the family cultivators, and now they are enjoying it.

The other families not only did not come to stop them, but sent congratulatory invitations.

Zheng Xuanfeng realized that he was already in a position like the leader of a family.

Under one order, many cultivators will be driven by him.

Spirit stones, elixirs, and even female cultivators throwing themselves into his arms...

It's so wonderful.

He must maintain this fragile group!

He doesn't have this ability, but the old man Yuanxing has it. He just needs to tell the other party about his troubles.

"How to stabilize the fragile Xingmang Society. How to convince everyone to believe in me. How to attract other scattered cultivators who are not oppressed to join. How..."

Many problems were written one by one.

It seems that he wanted to avenge his Taoist partner and himself at first?

Who cares? When he gathers the power of the Xingmang Club and breaks through the foundation, there will be no revenge that cannot be avenged.

The Xingmang Club is everything to him.

He put pen to paper, and the words filled the paper, all of which were desires.