Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Fortunately, Feng Qingxiu braked in time, and the Kunlai disciples restrained a lot after all.

As a result, all kinds of rumors about Kunlai disciples in Zhongzhou could not be stopped. Some said that Kunlai disciples were cunning and treacherous, and had no money at all. One can be eaten for more than a hundred years, and some people say that there are high-level guards there, but only a very few people know what it is.

Until not long ago, an evil cultivator who succeeded in robbing Kunlai disciples was hacked and exposed his wealth.

Some forces secretly surged up.

Central Continent has never been monolithic, not to mention the three major clans. Various families and various forces are intertwined, but they are actually starting to focus on this team that can return to Qiong'an Haicheng in just over ten days.

From time to time, they have waited and watched for a while, and they have discovered that as long as the Kunlai disciples can't do it, they generally won't hurt people at will. If there is something special, they can get a good price from them.

After so many times, Kunlai's team of monks has gradually been figured out no matter the number or cultivation level.

Although this is considered an undisputed faction, almost as good as a good middle sect, but compared with the entire middle continent sect, it is still far behind.

The three major sects only enclose the most important spiritual lands within their sphere of influence. Other local sects only need to make offerings in time, so there are so many middle and small sects in Central Continent. Surviving in the cracks, the strong prey on the weak, and the thirst for spiritual things has long been close to pathological.

The chaos in Central Continent over the years is not unrelated to the secret struggle of the three major gates. Who doesn't know that the spirit grass is young, and it is a pity to pull it out. Who doesn't know that the spirit beasts are rare and the cubs should be released?

But under the law of the jungle, if you can't get it, it might fall into the hands of the enemy in the future, it's better to cut it off first, no matter how small or small, it can be regarded as a little benefit.

It is precisely in this situation that the vicious circle becomes more and more intense, the fewer spiritual objects, the more intense the battle, and the more intense the battle, the major sects have to recruit more disciples, so as not to cut off the inheritance, but there is not enough disciples to recruit more disciples. Spiritual creatures, in order to survive, have to fight for less and less things.

It's not that the small and medium sects can't see the sinister intentions of the three big sects to kill their power, but so what if they see it?

There are immortals, and which middle door dares to challenge the door?

It can only be a fish in the water, drifting with the flow.

But now, if calculated based on the income of the evil cultivator who succeeded in robbing, even if each of the Kunlai monks only had half of the resources they robbed, they could still withstand a door-to-door property.

This can't help but make them not serious.

They don't lack the four treasures for monks, the law and land for wealthy couples, and the latter three, but they already lack the former for killing and robbing.

After several days of observation, the Kun-Lai disciples' money for rare items has not decreased at all, but these malicious people can no longer offer any rare items.

But even so, it also made a fortune for the barter.

There was even an old Foundation Establishment cultivator from Central Continent who took his grandson there, kneeled down and begged with shame, and got a priceless Returning Yang Pill, which cured his grandson's terminal pulse.

The doctor also looked at his body for free, and gave him a prescription. His attitude was so good that the monk's face turned red, and he couldn't help but quietly told them not to show their wealth like this, because they might cause trouble if they were found out.

The doctor was very grateful, and told him that he would stay in Qiong'an Haicheng for more than half a year. If your grandson has any problems with his illness, you can go to Haicheng to find him.

The old monk left with gratitude.

Lou Duxing, a poetry teacher who has traveled thousands of miles with Kunlai, looked at the current situation and frowned slightly.

To be honest, the previous fishing behavior of the Kun-Lai disciples really frightened him.

Seeing the Central Continent monks being arrested one after another and entering the flying boat of the Kunlai Medical Cultivator, he couldn't help being frightened by the occasional horrible screams.

It was only then that he realized that he was really stupid and naive who worried that the Kunlai disciples would be deceived and hacked. But if necessary, they can immediately turn into a bandit group that is darker and more ruthless than the cultivators of Central Continent. Although the targets are bandit cultivators who are hostile to them, he will accidentally look at those sword cultivators sometimes with malicious eyes It fell on him—that group of medical practitioners had already offered a price of [-] yuan to a Central Continent monk in the conjoined stage.

But the situation in the past few days is obviously wrong, these Kunlai disciples can't see it, but he is very clear.

It's hard to find a shelter with no income...

After thinking for a moment, he got up and went to find Feng Qingxiu.

Feng Qingxiu had a calm face and invited him to drink tea on the flying boat.

Lou Duxing sighed in his heart, and asked straight to the point: "I don't know Mr. Feng, do you know that a catastrophe is coming?"

Feng Qingxiu poured tea for him and asked, "Why did you say that?"

"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?" Lou Feng Qingxiu didn't feel it at all.

"You mean those spying monks?" Feng Qingxiu smiled slightly.

Lou Duxing just silently sipped his tea and nodded slightly.

"I've noticed it a long time ago, but it's not a big deal." Feng Qingxiu reassured, "Money touches people's hearts, and my Kunlai disciple's habits are hard to change. If I persuade you rashly, I'm afraid it will have the opposite effect."

Lou knew this, if those Kunlai disciples knew that being generous would attract more robbers, they would be ten times more generous immediately.

But this is not good, he frowned and said: "But you know, the wealth that is revealed now may be able to attract at least a hundred monks who have transformed themselves into gods."

In these dozens of days, he has also figured out a little bit of the truth, and in Kunlai's team, most of them are just Nascent Souls, there are only a dozen of Huashen, and there are even fewer people who have Daoism - Fufeng such as Qixiu, Yixiu, etc. Those who are proficient in skills, their cultivation bases rise relatively slowly, and those who come to transform themselves are all poor cultivators.

If there is a real fight, Kunlai might suffer a big loss, so it is better to get on the flying boat and return to Joan Port. I heard that a large Kunlai formation has been set up there, at least we can rely on it to fight against the enemy.

"Thank you for letting me know. I have some confidence now." Feng Qingxiu said with a slight smile, "Since I brought them out, I naturally have some confidence."

Lou Duxing was moved in his heart, and nodded: "Is that so, but I was thinking too much."

Feng Qingxiu is an apprentice of Taoist Punisher, and she had dared to play with the two masters in the palm of her hand in the identity of Xie Lingyun before. If there is no confidence behind it, it is absolutely impossible, but before he thought it was just a personal trump card , now it seems that this hole card is surprisingly big, and it can take care of all Kunlai disciples.

"No, thank you for your concern." Feng Qingxiu said softly and politely.

The two servants chatted for a while, and Lou said goodbye politely. He still had to make some preparations, and he didn't plan to include his three little disciples in the disciple training plan of this Kun-Lai sub-prince.

Feng Qingxiu packed the tea set, glanced out of the corner of her eye, and saw another disciple happily passing not far away, dragging a seriously injured monk in his hand, excitedly said to the junior brother next to him: "A Ning, I just snatched A prisoner of Huashen, he was seriously injured, but fortunately, I bought it at a higher price, and was almost snatched by those needle players!"

The younger brother looked surprised: "It's amazing, hurry up, I've prepared the elixir, let's try it together."

The two almost held hands and went back to their newly bought airship at Danfeng—God knows where they bought it these days.

Feng Qingxiu's face was so serious that she almost broke the teacup.

A chuckle came from the side, but it was Ji Yunlai who couldn't help laughing.

With a fierce face, Feng Qingxiu was dragged into the airship cabin and hugged for a long time before she calmed down.

"My original intention was to let them have a little bit of guard against Zhongzhou, so I let them fly all the way back, and the result, look!" Feng Qingxiu was almost irritable, "Everyone is very motivated, if it weren't for the Internet in Xizhou, I'm afraid that after a year, they won't even be willing to go back!"

Ji Yunlai comforted the disciple who blew his hair: "The nature of Kunlai disciples is like this. It's not like you don't know their ability to make progress."

"However, Master, have you ever noticed that their reverence for life has become weaker and weaker." Feng Qingxiu frowned, "It is true that those monks who took the initiative to injure others and rob them deserved their crimes, but I am afraid that they are so reckless. Sooner or later, it will damage the Dao heart."

Human nature can't stand the test. If people take the initiative to misbehave, it doesn't matter to kill them, but if they use benefits to lure others to misbehave, what is the difference from demons?

He was even a little worried. The master said that the Kunlai monster had loosened its seal and leaked a trace of demonic energy into Kunlai Mountain. If it had no effect on Kunlai disciples, it would be impossible. The natural instinct of their extraterrestrial demons is to amplify people's hearts Weaknesses, even if I am now reincarnated as a human being and lose almost all the ability to control people's hearts, I am still extremely sensitive to changes in people's hearts, good and evil, so I can naturally discover the influence of that bit of devilish energy on Kunlai disciples.

"That's right, so didn't I send them over in batches?" Ji Yunlai knew Xiaoqing's worry, and said gently, "Magic thoughts themselves are just amplifying desires, and the real becoming a demon is actually a choice of the heart. The thought is not strong, as long as it takes a while, it will dissipate naturally."

If there is any other impact, it will disperse faster.

"That's why I didn't remind them this time, I still think it's very powerful to let them die by themselves," Feng Qingxiu said coldly, "I'm afraid that many forces in Zhongzhou have gathered and started setting up an ambush this time, and I'm afraid it's those disciples who still think I am invincible in the world."

These disciples acted so carelessly, Feng Qingxiu felt like her hair would fall out if she didn't teach her a lesson.

"There must be a lot of monks coming at that time," Ji Yunlai said quietly, "After being scattered, I'm afraid they will return to Qiong'an in pieces."

"Master, won't you stop?" Feng Qingxiu was already ready to persuade.

"Why should I stop what you like." Ji Yunlai said indifferently, "There is great terror between life and death. With me these years, many people have not experienced great terror."

In the battle of Yuntianyu a hundred years ago, the demon saints of the outer domain more or less restrained their forces and avoided confrontation.

Feng Qingxiu nodded, suddenly, he seemed to feel something, but he still didn't watch as he said, but swayed with his fingertips, and hundreds of invisible sword qi silently embroidered on the corners of each disciple's clothes.

Almost at the same time, an exclamation came from the camp.

Feng Qingxiu frowned, and glanced at Master.

Ji Yunlai couldn't help laughing again.

In fact, in terms of cruelty, Xiaoqing must be worried about himself.