Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

"This is the first time since the establishment of this sect, someone dared to be so provocative!"

Uncle Luan's voice was as resonant as a bronze bell, clearly reaching the ears of every disciple present, a few simple words were deafening, and instantly incited the atmosphere to be filled with righteous indignation.

"Uncle, can you find out who the murderer is now?"

The person speaking at the bottom was a person wearing a crimson blue robe. This person was as thin as a stick, and the loose robe was draped over his body, making him look loose. His indifferent and heartless face was daunting.

This person is the head of the Nighthawk Hall, Fu Yingling. The difference from other halls is that he pays attention to the essence rather than the excess. Therefore, after so many years of development, the Nighthawk Hall only has about ten people, but among the members of the sect... The status is definitely not low.

The main errand that Nighthawk Hall is responsible for in the gate is assassination. In addition to dispute assassination, there are also secular assassinations for hire. For example, part of the source of funds for Qianjin Gate is provided by Nighthawk Hall.

Churches that can make money are naturally the mainstay in the sect.

"Master Fu, don't worry, calling everyone here today is actually my own will."

After a pause, a fierce light shot out of his eyes,
"Because the door master asked me to temporarily take charge of the big and small things in the door before retreating, so I dared to make this decision."

"If you don't care about it, the door master will be furious when he finds out that the door is being bullied under his nose. Therefore, we must end the matter before the door master leaves the customs, and at the same time, we will offer sacrifices to the two spirits in the sky. Dead disciple!"

Uncle Luan's words were inspiring, and the disciples at the scene were also infuriated, and everyone wished to kill this daring murderer right now.

"That's simple, hand this person over to the Nighthawk Hall, one day..."

Fu Yingling stopped suddenly and shook his head, "No, after a while, I'll take his head back to the door."

"Master Fu, don't take credit for it."

At this time, the suave-looking Hall Master of the Baihu Hall stepped forward, "This incident was originally caused by Zhang Liuhua, a secular disciple in the White Tiger Hall. Big Brother came out to lead to today's situation."

"As the saying goes, there is a wronged person, and a debtor has an owner. I must not let other people get involved in the mess of my Baihutang."

The head of the White Tiger Hall, Xie Tianba, roared awe-inspiringly.

"Thank you Hall Master, please don't get excited."

Uncle Luan frowned, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "I have made up my mind about this matter, so you can rest assured."

Seeing that the two churches did not continue to fight, he was relieved.

When the senior brother proposed to set up a church and compete with each other in the sect, he strongly opposed it. There is already a sect, why bother to set up flagpoles in it.

Now these hall masters are doing their own thing and doing their own way. Although they have developed better, but at the same time their wings have become stronger. If something happens to the master of the sect, presumably the Qianjin sect will immediately fall into disintegration. Qianjin goalkeeper no longer exists.

"Guardian Zuo, bring disciple Zhang Liuhua here."

Uncle Luan glanced at the armored guardian on the left, and the motionless left guardian immediately flashed, leaving a series of afterimages from the air. See stunned.

The left and right protectors are the left and right attendants of the sect master. They have special identities and are skilled in martial arts. Because the whole body is tightly wrapped, no one except the sect master knows the true appearance of the two of them.

Before the sect master retreated, in order to prevent accidents, he left the left protector to Master Luan to use. It was a guarantee of strength and a declaration of power at the same time.

After a while, "Instigate—" With a gust of torrent in the air, the afterimage just now reappeared. Before the disciples could react, two people were already standing in front of Uncle Luan.

In addition to the Zuo Guardian who came out just now, there was also a plump middle-aged woman sitting slumped on the ground beside her. She was Zhang Ma from the Diamond Palace and the junior sister of Senior Brother Xiao Zheng.

At this time, Mama Zhang's face was ashen, and she was already in a state of confusion. When she saw the murder case in the mountain behind the sheep fetus on the news this morning, her whole head went blank for an instant. After a while, I was afraid that it was the punishment of the Qianjin Sect on the disciples.

After waking up, she didn't clean up anything, and waited for the call from the door unkempt. As she expected, only half an hour after seeing the news, the law enforcement team from the door came to the door and let her handle it.

"Disciple Zhang Liuhua, do you know that you have caused a catastrophe?"

Uncle Luan roared sharply, the first time the owner of the door entrusted him to take care of the door, there was such a big mess, everyone was furious, just now I didn't dare to get angry with those uncles, but now I finally found it The vent bucket, he didn't hide the slightest bit.

"Disciple Zhang Liuhua?"

Seeing that Mama Zhang on the ground didn't respond at all, just sitting with dull eyes, this made Uncle Luan completely pissed off,
"Guardian Zuo, go up for me and show her some color."

The afterimage swayed, and instantly swayed in front of Mama Zhang. The left protector was like a machine that obeyed any order. It just went up and kicked Mama Zhang from the ground, and fell heavily on the ground several feet away.

With a "snap", Mama Zhang's nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and blood was vomiting from her mouth.

"Uncle Luan, don't care about my business, you have to make the decision for me."

This time Zhang Ma finally woke up, knowing that she was not far from death, she instinctively yearned for survival in her heart, she ignored the pain and crawled directly to Uncle Luan.

While crawling, he begged, "It was that guy who insulted me first, big... big brother, because of the brotherhood of the same family, that's why... disregarded the rules of the school to avenge me."

"Uncle Luan, it's really none of my business. You have to make the decision for me and kill the one who suffered a thousand knives."

The cry was miserable, but among the disciples of the Qianjin Sect who respected the strong, it was undoubtedly the most cowardly expression. All of them had indifferent faces, and almost no one would sympathize with the erring disciple who was crawling on the ground.

"Humph--"

Uncle Luan snorted coldly, and turned his eyebrows coldly at Zhang Ma who was on the ground,
"Zhang Liuhua, from today onwards, you will officially withdraw your status as a disciple of the Qianjin Sect."

"At the same time, you will also be included in the cleaning list of Qianjinmen."

"No...don't, Uncle Luan, absolutely don't...disciple, that's right..."

When Zhang Ma, who was lying on the ground, heard her execution, her face was filled with horror. As a disciple of the Qianjin Sect, she naturally knew what kind of punishment she would face if she was included in the cleanup list.
Throwing it alive into the Thousand Snake Cave as feed, and being bitten by the Thousand Snakes, just thinking about that scene makes one's scalp tingle.

No matter how heartbreaking Mama Zhang begged, Uncle Luan on the court remained indifferent, and so did all the disciples of the Qianjin Sect off the court. In the Qianjin Sect, this kind of punishment has long been commonplace.