A million in return: My senior brother is so generous!

Caiyun Peak.

Inside a cave.

Jiang Caixia had no mercy at all towards Luo Tian, ​​who practiced magic skills. After threatening him with a poisonous elixir that could make people miserable, he soon learned the name of a Blood Evil Sect spy from Luo Tian.

It was this spy who gave Luo Tian a technique called Tianyin Blood Demon Technique to practice.

What shocked her even more was that this spy who had sneaked into the sect at some unknown time was actually a deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall named Zhang Yang.

After learning everything, Jiang Caixia took Luo Tian away from Caiyun Peak, and then personally handed him over to Li Guangliang, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Li Guangliang, who heard about this from Jiang Caixia, was even more shocked and speechless!

Later, because of this incident, the senior officials of the sect held a high-level meeting. The meeting decided not to alert the snake, but quietly made a plan to arrest Zhang Yang!

As a spy, Zhang Yang still didn't know what he was about to face.

…

Late afternoon.

On the main peak of Daotian Sword Sect.

Zhang Yang, who was wearing deacon uniform, returned to the deacon hall with a puzzled look on his face. He had just been performing the task of patrolling the peaks, and he was suddenly called back.

"It must be this old guy Li Guangliang!"

Zhang Yang secretly thought to himself and greeted all eighteen generations of Li Guangliang's ancestors cordially.

When he entered the deacon hall, he saw Li Guangliang walking out with a smile and said, "Xiao Zhang, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Yang smiled apologetically and said, "Elder Li, wasn't I on a tour of the peaks? You are such a noble person and forgetful about things."

"I said Xiao Zhang, you kill a colorful tail chicken, make a pot of chicken soup, and the sect leader invites the elders to discuss matters at night, is that okay?"

As the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, Li Guangliang directly issued orders to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang just felt so fucked. He had to do this thing of killing chickens?

He is the inner deacon!

It seems that Li Guangliang is unhappy with himself.

However, after thinking about it, Zhang Yang suddenly felt that this was a good opportunity.

He can poison the chicken soup!

As long as no one finds out, he can definitely accomplish a great feat!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang immediately said: "Elder Li, please rest assured, I, Zhang Yang, will take care of the chicken soup! I will definitely satisfy the sect master and the elders!"

Li Guangliang nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, but you have to remember not to overcook the chicken soup!"

"Understood!"

…

Time flies and it's night.

Zhang Yang caught a colorful-tailed spirit chicken from the Spirit Beast Hall, then went to the kitchen to stew a pot of chicken soup himself. After putting a colorless and odorless poison into the chicken soup, he took the chicken soup to the meeting hall of the main peak.

Zhang Yang walked into the meeting hall with chicken soup, but found that everyone was looking at him.

Although he was a little nervous, he did not think that he had been exposed. The skills he practiced were the authentic Daotian Sword Sect skills.

"Here comes the chicken soup!"

Zhang Yang took the chicken soup and placed it on the table prepared in the center of the meeting hall.

Seeing that no one took action, he said with doubts on his face: "Sect Master, and all the elders, the dishes are all ready, why don't you eat them?"

"Xiao Zhang, no one dares to eat it." Li Guangliang looked at Zhang Yang with a sneer, "Some people said that someone poisoned the food."

"Hey yo yo!"

"Elder Li, you just like to joke!"

"Eat it while it's hot. I won't disturb you. I'm leaving."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave. He had already noticed that his identity seemed to be exposed.

At this time, a childish voice suddenly sounded.

"You can't leave."

The owner of this childish voice was none other than An Xiaoyu, the master of Daotian Sword Sect. Her little girl-like face revealed a strong sense of oppression at this moment.

Zhang Yang's heart thumped, and he turned around and said, "Sect Master, you don't believe Elder Li's nonsense, do you?"

Unexpectedly, An Xiaoyu's voice became calmer.

"I believe it, I believe it very much!"

"Sect Master, why do you also like to joke?"

Zhang Yang still had the same fake smile on his face, but his back was already wet with cold sweat. He was now very confident that Luo Tian from Caiyun Peak had exposed his identity.

What a waste!

Zhang Yang cursed Luo Tian in his heart.

at the moment.

Under the gaze of everyone, An Xiaoyu stretched out her little hand, picked up the porcelain bowl and filled a bowl of chicken soup. Then she said to Zhang Yang, "If you didn't put poison, you would drink this bowl of chicken soup."

"Sect Master, this chicken soup is very precious. The elders should drink it first."

Zhang Yang had a smile on his face, "How can I, a deacon from the inner sect, drink this chicken soup?"

"Look at how hard you are working all day long, what's the point of having a bowl of chicken soup?"

"If you really don't drink, it means you are really poisoned."

An Xiaoyu's childish voice sounded like a reminder to Zhang Yang. He knew very well that the poison in the chicken soup would definitely kill him within a few minutes.

He wants to struggle again!

"Isn't this right?"

"Who is trying to frame me today?"

"Elder Li, you want to frame me, right?"

"Okay, I'll drink! Drink! I'll drink...I'll drink..."

Zhang Yang picked up the bowl of chicken soup, but his hands couldn't help but tremble. However, under the gaze of so many strong men, he, a mere deacon in the alchemy stage, had no chance of refusing!

"Eating soup is probably a beautiful thing!"

Zhang Yang said, drinking the poisonous chicken soup in his hand.

"Not salty, not bland, it tastes really good."

"Sect Master, are you okay?"

As soon as the chicken soup entered his stomach, Zhang Yang felt a sharp pain. It was the poison taking effect!

However, he still held a glimmer of hope and said to everyone: "Drink, drink while it's hot! Master, you have to take the lead. If you don't take the lead in drinking, how can the elders dare to drink?"

Everyone present just watched his performance quietly, like looking at a corpse.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

"Drink! Drink! Drink while it's hot, drink while it's hot!"

"Grandma, why don't you drink it?!!!"

Zhang Yang slapped his hand on the table, and his whole face turned sinister and terrifying, like an evil ghost.

"Drink! Drink!"

"No, no, right?"

"If you don't drink, I will blow you up!!!"

As if he had expected such a day, Zhang Yang took out a stick-like thing from the space ring.

Many people's expressions changed when they saw something like this.

Thunder stick!

It is said that it was made by a long-extinct weapon-refining sect. When it exploded, it was as powerful as a full-strength strike from a monk in the tribulation stage. Because it is too powerful, no one has ever been able to successfully imitate it, but now one actually appears here.

The Thunder Stick is also considered a magic weapon, but it is one-time use.

But even if it was just one, it was enough to flatten the entire main peak. Everyone present, except An Xiaoyu who was in the tribulation period, would not be spared!

After taking out the magic weapon that he had prepared long ago, Zhang Yang had a look of madness on his face.

"You don't even dare to drink, you're afraid of death, right?"

"I tell you, if you don't drink, you won't be able to live if you don't drink!"

"Now that everyone knows, I won't act in this drama! I am the famous double agent of the Killing City and the Blood Evil Sect, codenamed Pangolin!"

"I gave Luo Tian the magic power, and I also put the poison in the chicken soup. But if I drink the chicken soup, I will definitely die. If you don't drink it, you won't be able to live!"

"Lord Sect Master, Elder Ouyang, our mission is completed!"

Zhang Yang had a ferocious look on his face and without hesitation sent spiritual power into the Thunder Stick, intending to directly detonate the magic weapon and kill everyone present.

However, no matter how he input spiritual power, the thunder stick did not move at all.

How is that possible? !

Zhang Yang looked at the thunder stick in his hand in disbelief, with a confused look in his eyes.

Suddenly, he reacted.

My own thunder stick has probably been tampered with!

"Grandma, are you going to play with me?"

"Come directly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yang was already poisoned, and then he vomited blood and died.