Chapter 106 Blood Splattered Five Steps

The two heads of the family looked at each other in bewilderment.

The reaction of Qianyu Jianmen caught them off guard.

There must be something fishy going on.

But neither of them had the heart to investigate. Such a thing was decided by the Jindan giant of the sect. They had no power to change it, nor did they want to change it.

Both of them had lived for more than a hundred years, so they naturally knew what to do.

The two heads of the family quickly ordered that the younger generations in the family should all hide in the family and practice hard during this period, and not go out.

Don't interfere in the affairs of Yuling Sect.

At this time, it is best to protect yourself.

With the tacit consent of the two immortal cultivation families, the disciples of Yuling Sect who came to Yanman City became unscrupulous.

Every inch of land in Yanman City was under the surveillance of the disciples of Yuling Sect, and not even a mosquito could escape.

Many households were searched by the disciples of Yuling Sect, and the people in the city were in panic and could not live all day.

These disciples of Yuling Sect would not only come to investigate in the name of visiting during the day. They would not let go at night, sneaking into other people's homes while they were asleep.

These disciples were all humble and polite during the day. But at night, their true colors began to show, and they became unscrupulous.

Many families' heirlooms were lost for no reason, and all their private possessions were turned over.

These lost were only external objects, which was still light. If there were young and beautiful women in the family, they would not be spared, and all were desecrated by the disciples of the Yuling Sect.

The entire Yanman City fell into darkness, without seeing the sun.

Originally, the major sects had an agreement not to attack mortals under the jurisdiction of other sects.

However, this agreement became riddled with holes under the temptation of a magic weapon.

All the people in Yanman City were just victims of Shi Weihan's interests.

The two immortal cultivation families turned a blind eye to this and practiced hard in their clans.

But after searching, the disciples of Yuling Sect found sadly that they still couldn't find Lin Mu.

Several vendors who had seen Lin Mu in the city were interrogated by the disciples of Yuling Sect. They only knew that Lin Mu had bought things here, but no one knew where Lin Mu was.

The disciples of Yuling Sect became helpless and sent a letter to the sect through flying swords for help.

Ren Liang, the head of Yuling Sect, received the letter from the flying sword and was furious, cursing: "Trash, a bunch of trash."

However, after paying so much, how could Ren Liang be willing to give up?

Accompanied by Elder Shen Ren, Ren Liang came to Qianyu Sword Gate again and asked Shi Weihan about Lin Mu's whereabouts.

When Shi Weihan heard that the Yuling Sect had not yet found Lin Mu, he secretly laughed in his heart, but his face was serious: "Master Ren, we agreed that I am only responsible for sending Lin Mu to the sect. As for whether you can catch him, it depends on the ability of your own sect. Now that you can't catch Lin Mu, there is no other reason except that your disciples are incompetent. You go back, I won't tell you."

Ren Liang's face suddenly turned red like pig liver, and he looked at Shi Weihan hatefully, turned around and left without saying a word.

Shi Weihan looked at Ren Liang's figure going away, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Ren Liang returned to the sect angrily and immediately ordered his disciples: "At all costs, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you must find Lin Mu."

Now, he really hates Lin Mu to the bone.

The disciples of the Yuling Sect got the news and began to search the villages in the city of smoke.

Two or three disciples went to each village. This time, the disciples of Yuling Sect were completely disgraced. Even in the daytime, they had fierce faces and asked questions harshly. Sometimes they even killed a few people to set an example.

Although there were only five or six families in the village where Lin Mu lived, there were still two Qi Refining disciples who came to investigate.

The two disciples of Yuling Sect quickly gathered all the children of five or six families and asked about Lin Mu's whereabouts.

For these two people, this was just a routine matter and they had no hope.

But after the two killed a villager for no reason, many villagers were shocked. An old man in the village said tremblingly: "I know his whereabouts."

The two were overjoyed and asked: "Where is he now? As long as the news is true, I guarantee you a lifetime of wealth and glory. If you lie, all the people in your village will die, and no one will be spared."

The old man was even more scared. The person who just died tragically was his eldest son. He didn't want to see any of his children and grandchildren die again. He was trembling, his hands were shaking especially badly, and just as he was about to speak, a voice interrupted him.

"Uncle Fu, don't do this." The person who spoke was Fat Huai.

Fat Huai looked anxious, fearing that Uncle Fu would reveal Lin Mu's whereabouts.

A fat Yuling Sect disciple immediately glared at Fat Huai, grabbed a half-grown child behind Uncle Fu, and said sternly: "If you don't tell the truth, this child will die immediately."

Uncle Fu hurriedly said: "No, no, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. You must raise your hand and save my grandson's life."

The fat disciple smiled and said: "Your grandson's life is in your own hands. Whether he can survive depends on your performance."

Uncle Fu looked at Fat Huai helplessly, turned around and whispered: "I don't know his exact whereabouts. I only know that he returned to the village once four months ago. After he came back, he stayed in the village for a few days and left with his parents."

Another tall and thin disciple beside the fat disciple asked hurriedly: "Then do you know where he went?"

Uncle Fu shook his head and said: "I don't know."

The tall and thin disciple snorted coldly, grabbed the neck of the half-grown child, and sneered: "Do you say it or not? If not, I will strangle him to death immediately."

Uncle Fu was anxious and knelt on the ground and begged: "Raise your hands, raise your hands."

As he spoke, two lines of old tears flowed down.

Uncle Fu trembled and said: "I don't know the whereabouts of Lin Mu, maybe he knows." Uncle Fu pointed at Fat Huai.

Fat Huai's heart trembled suddenly.

"He is very close to Lin Mu, maybe he knows the whereabouts of Lin Mu." Seeing the two immortals showing joy, he hurriedly continued.

The fat disciple immediately turned around and asked Pang Huai: "He said you know, do you know?"

Pang Huai glared at Uncle Fu and turned back: "I don't know either. He left a long time ago and didn't tell me where he was going."

The thin and tall disciple smiled and said: "Really? You didn't tell the truth. It seems that I have to teach you a lesson."

After that, he let go of Uncle Fu's grandson and reached out to grab the stone.

Pang Huai's wife was shocked and hurried forward to stop him. She was pushed away by the thin and tall disciple and fell to the ground, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

Pang Huai showed hatred in his heart and went straight to the thin and tall disciple and punched the thin and tall disciple in the back of his head.

After the thin and tall disciple pushed Pang Huai's wife away, he was about to grab the stone. He didn't expect Pang Huai to dare to attack him.

When he reacted, a fist as big as a hammer hit him on the back of his head.

He suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the ground, falling backwards softly.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that Pang Huai could knock out the immortal with one punch.

The fat disciple next to him was also shocked. The fat man in front of him was so strong that he looked at him sideways.

Aside from the spiritual power in his body, the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage are not much different from ordinary people. Their bodies are just as fragile. It is not surprising that they were knocked unconscious by Pang Huai's iron fist.

The fat disciple saw his junior brother being knocked unconscious by Pang Huai and rushed to Pang Huai, wanting to kill him.

However, he had just reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. Not only had he never learned any magic, he had never even raised a spiritual beast.

At this moment, he was a little at a loss when facing Pang Huai.

But the cultivators' natural contempt for ordinary people gave him a lot of courage.

He hurriedly used his spiritual power and punched Pang Huai.

After Pang Huai knocked down one person, his fear of immortals was reduced a lot. His wife and children behind him made him full of fighting spirit.

Fat Huai was not afraid and also punched forward.

This time, facing the well-prepared Qi Refining cultivator, Fat Huai did not have the advantage.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and Fat Huai stepped back three steps.

The fat disciple of Yuling Sect only took one step back.

The difference between the two was obvious.

Seeing that Fat Huai could not resist his fist, the fat disciple urged his spiritual power again and punched Fat Huai.

Fat Huai gritted his teeth and punched back.

A few years ago, Fat Huai helped his aunt carry food at the foot of the imperial city and trained himself to have good physical strength.

At this moment, he was fighting against the fat disciple. Relying on brute force, although he could not gain the upper hand, he could barely hold on for a while.

But after this fist collision, the result was not as optimistic as Fat Huai imagined.

Fat Huai stepped back five steps before stopping his decline, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

This punch had already caused him slight internal injuries.

Fat Huai gritted his teeth and did not wait for the fat disciple to attack again. This time he took the initiative to meet him, his eyes were red, his face was red, and he hit the fat disciple with all his strength.

Facing the fierce punch of Fat Huai, the fat disciple did not dare to neglect it, and suddenly urged all his spiritual power to meet Fat Huai's iron fist.

Boom!

The two fists collided, and a strong wind blew.

The fat disciple only stepped back three steps, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

But Fat Huai stepped back five steps in a row, and the blood in his mouth sprayed all over the ground. After five steps, Fat Huai could no longer control his body and fell to the ground.

Fat Huai's wife hurriedly crawled over from the ground and hugged Fat Huai with tears, and Shitou was also crying in fear beside him.

The family of three hugged each other, and Fat Huai had a firm face. Although he had been spitting blood, the look in his eyes looking at the fat disciple was even more hateful.

Seeing that Pang Huai was powerless to resist, the fat disciple sneered, walked slowly towards the three people, stretched out his hand, and tried to grab Shitou.

Pang Huai pushed his wife and Shitou away and said to them, "Run."

Shitou hurriedly ran away, but Pang Huai's wife was seriously injured and could not run away.

The fat disciple also saw at a glance how important Shitou was to the two people. As long as he caught Shitou, he would not worry about the two people not telling Lin Mu's whereabouts.

He left Pang Huai and chased Shitou.

He just took a step, but he could not move forward again.

A powerful hand, like a steel hoop, tightly hugged the fat disciple's thigh.

The fat disciple was furious and wanted to kick Pang Huai away, but no matter how he shook or punched, Pang Huai held his legs tightly, making him unable to move freely.

With Pang Huai's desperate struggle, Shitou's figure disappeared.

The fat disciple was even more angry, and his fists were like raindrops, smashing on Pang Huai's back crazily.

Every time he landed a punch, Pang Huai would spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even a man of iron would find it difficult to survive such a fierce blow.

There was more and more blood on the ground, and the bright red blood seeped into the ground under his feet.

Pang Huai felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the things around him were getting farther and farther away from him, as if they were going to leave.

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