Chapter 1182 Be Honest

"This is the power of your third peak, it really opened my eyes."

Jun Mohuang stepped forward and looked down at the two of them, his tone full of sarcasm.

This tone was exactly the tone used by the two disciples of the third peak to mock the second peak just now.

"you you……"

The two outer disciples lay on the ground vomiting blood, unable to speak clearly.

Jun Mohuang took out a dagger, raised the knife in his hand, and cut off all the meridians in the hands and feet of the two.

If the two of them showed some respect to Master Yue Rong and Junior Brother Yue Ning, she might consider showing mercy.

"Now, who is a waste, who is a waste of air, and who should hang himself."

"Woo woo woo..."

The two outer disciples, who were extremely arrogant just now, were already in so much pain that they couldn't speak.

At this moment, they all looked at Jun Mohuang with extremely frightened eyes.

The meridians of the hands and feet were severed, which meant that he would no longer be able to practice in this life.

"Presumptuous, simply presumptuous!"

Behind the service desk, the arrogant manager finally came to his senses.

The steward has an angry expression on his face. Steward Feng manages the cultivation resources of the entire Lingyuan Sect, and his status is very special in the sect.

Even the core disciples of the third peak with the highest status in the sect now have a respectful attitude when they arrive at the Guanshi peak.

A few trash from the second peak dared to come here to make trouble, not paying attention to his coercion and face at all.

"How dare you hurt people and make trouble on the steward peak, what are you still doing, why don't you hurry up and catch this group of trash from the second peak! This steward has a lot..."

However, before the steward's final "reward" was finished, Jun Mohuang over there raised his small hand, and a golden dagger drew a perfect arc in the air.

There was a pleasant sound of "Zheng", which was the sound of a sharp knife piercing metal.

Jun Mohuang's blade was covered with gold elements, and it pierced directly into a black iron wall.

The sharp blade trembled, three centimeters away from the steward's neck.

A streak of bright red blood slowly flowed out from the steward's neck, staining his collar red.

This is nothing, the most frightening thing is that although the dagger is three centimeters away from the steward's neck, the dagger exudes a sharp sword aura, lingering around his neck.

As long as Jun Mohuang has a thought, his head will have to move.

If it wasn't for Jun Mohuang deliberately leaving a distance of three centimeters, his neck would not be on his head for a long time.

This is an important position in charge of the drama, but his strength is not high, only the second rank of Yuanjun.

He has nothing to do with the current situation.

"Now, do you still accept people from the second peak?"

Jun Mohuang turned around and looked indifferently at the steward who had rejected her just now.

"Reception, reception."

The steward immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"The people in the second peak are still not trash."

"no no."

The constant chill from the dagger eroded the main artery in the neck, and the steward immediately denied it.

"I will immediately arrange for someone to send all the amethyst and cultivation resources owed to the second peak over the years to the second peak."

The steward's little life is now in Jun Mohuang's hands, and his attitude changes instantly.

He wanted to use this matter to delay the time as much as possible, and wait until the rescuers arrived.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome. If there is anything missing, the list is written. We will pick it up ourselves."

Jun Mohuang picked up the list and gave the steward a warning look.

"Be honest, don't try to play tricks."

The six senior brothers finally came to their senses, and started to go directly over the service desk, and began to pick up things from the shelf behind the service desk.