As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

The person outside the house knocked on the door for a while and then left the door. Then he went to the stone house next door to Fang Han and started knocking on the door.

"Humph."

"If it weren't for the sect's foundation-building monks here, just because you disturbed my practice, I would be enough to tear you apart and light a sky lantern."

Fang Han snorted coldly, then opened the door and walked out.

I saw more than ten monks in the open space outside the stone house, standing together in groups and talking.

"Senior Brother Wei, I don't want to stay in this miserable place for a moment, let alone the thin spiritual energy."

"This random law enforcement disciple dares to yell at us. He doesn't take us seriously at all."

A skinny young man with a pockmarked face muttered dissatisfiedly to the black-faced monk who exuded a deathly aura.

"Junior Brother Li, if you are not afraid of being killed on the spot by the stationed Foundation Establishment Deacon, you can leave now."

The black-faced monk rolled his eyes at the skinny young man whose face was pockmarked.

"Senior Brother Wei, I was just joking. How could I escape from battle when Uncle Foundation Architect is here!"

The pockmarked young man smiled sarcastically and said goodbye to the black-faced monk. Then he walked aside and his expression became extremely ugly.

At this time, more monks came out of the stone house one after another. After half a stick of incense, there were already more than twenty people in the open space outside the stone house.

"Junior Brother Lu, are everyone here?"

In the distance, Wan Guangyang was seen shaking the folding fan in his hand and slowly walking towards Fang Han and his party.

"Senior Brother Hui Wan has arrived and is waiting for your orders."

I saw a short young man with a wretched face in front of Fang Han and his party. Hearing Wan Guangyang's words, he trotted forward and said flatteringly.

This person's name is Lu Aisuo, who has a tenth level of Qi refining cultivation. His name is just like his appearance, he is short and wretched.

"Very good, Junior Brother Lu, you did a good job!"

Wan Guangyang praised Lu Aisuo, and then waved. Upon seeing this, Lu Aisuo immediately bent down and walked behind Wan Guangyang, like a servant.

"Junior brothers, I guess you can't wait to serve the sect and patrol the Hidden Mist Mountains!"

"Now those whose names I read are standing behind me, Fu Chuyang, He Erdan, Li Erniu, Lu Shiyi, Tian Zuoxiu, Ma Guangda, Qian Hengfeng, Shang Yiyuan, Liu Mei, Fang Han."

Wan Guangyang looked at Fang Han and others and smiled strangely, and then a jade slip appeared in his hand. On the jade slip, there was the name of the person Wan Guangyang just read.

The people whose names were read looked at each other, and then walked behind Wan Guangyang in silence.

"You can take the remaining members of Junior Brother Lu to the [-]th Patrol Team."

Wan Guangyang glanced back at Lu Aisuo behind him and said calmly.

"Okay, Senior Brother Wan, please leave first."

Lu Ainsuo gave Wan Guangyang a respectful fist, then turned his face and looked at the person in front of him who was left behind by Wan Guangyang, and shouted angrily: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and follow me."

The faces of the remaining dozen or so people instantly became extremely gloomy when faced with Lu Dusuo's scolding, and a few of them exuded vague murderous intent.

Lu Aosuo sneered when he felt the killing intent emanating from these people, and then walked forward without looking back.

"I advise you to keep up, otherwise Uncle Zhu will personally send you on your way."

These gloomy-looking monks suddenly heard the words of Lu Dusuo, who had already walked away.

When everyone heard Lu Aisuo mention Uncle Zhu, they were like deflated rubber balls. They smiled bitterly and chased after Lu Aisuo, who was about to disappear from sight.

"Shang Yiyuan, the vice-captain of my team, died in the hands of casual cultivators a few days ago. I think you have the highest cultivation level among these ten people. Now I appoint you as the new vice-captain. Are you willing?"

Wan Guangyang glanced at Shang Yiyuan and the others who were looking at him eagerly, and then spoke in a nonchalant manner.

"Yes, of course I do!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wan, for your cultivation. Junior Brother, I will go through fire and water for you without any hesitation."

"Yes, Not Bad."

"Let's go now to meet up with the rest of my team members. Uncle Zhu has asked me to patrol a hundred miles away from where we are stationed today."

Wan Guangyang nodded with satisfaction when he saw Shang Yiyuan doing so well, turned around and walked forward shaking the folding fan in his hand.

Shang Yiyuan glanced sideways at Fang Han, and then led everyone to follow Wan Guangyang.

"Fang Han, weren't you very arrogant when you were in Feizhou?"

"Now I am the deputy captain of the patrol team. As long as I make a little move while patrolling, you will be killed without any body parts."

At this time, Wan Guangyang thought sinisterly in his heart, and a look of ferocity appeared on his face.

"Huh, finally I understand, I can consider letting you die last."

Fang Han's spiritual consciousness was keenly aware of the malice coming from Wan Guangyang, and he sneered in his heart but remained calm on the outside.

Among these ten people, Shang Yiyuan has the highest cultivation level, followed by Fang Han and the young woman in purple skirt named Liu Mei, who are both at the eleventh level of Qi refining, and the remaining four people are at the ninth level of Qi refining, and one person is at the Qi refining level. On the tenth level, there are two people on the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Soon Fang Han and his party followed Wan Guangyang to the edge of the Yin Mo Sect's station. At this time, there were already ten Qi Refining Stage monks waiting here.

"Senior Brother Wan."

"Senior Brother Wan."

When the ten Qi Refining monks saw Wan Guangyang's arrival, they all clasped their fists and saluted.

"Ah."

Wan Guangyang nodded slightly, and then stood in front of the ten monks indifferently.

"I didn't expect this Niu Wuli to be dead yet."

Fang Han inadvertently saw Niu Wuli standing in the crowd. At this time, Niu Wuli was already thinner than before, and the look of despair in his eyes was no longer as smooth as before.

"Senior Brother Fang, Junior Brother, I finally see you alive. If you had come a few days later, Junior Brother, I'm afraid you would have to report to the underworld."

Niu Wuli in the crowd also saw Fang Han, and hurriedly ran over and knelt in front of Fang Han, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes that he could survive from the Misty Hidden Mountains.

I haven't seen Niu Wuli for several years, and his cultivation has already broken through from the fifth level of Qi Refining to the eighth level of Qi Refining. If Niu Wuli was still the same as before, he would probably have been depleted to the core.

Wan Guangyang and others who gathered at the edge of the Yin Mo Sect's station watched this scene with great interest, and some monks pointed at Niu Wuli.

"Meet Uncle Zhu and Uncle Yu!"

Suddenly, two rays of light flashed through the air, and stopped in the sky above Fang Han and others in the blink of an eye. Everyone looked closely and found that the two people in the sky were the two foundation-building deacons of the Yin Demon Sect. All the Qi Refining monks present looked at them one after another. The two people in the sky respectfully saluted with clasped fists.

"Wan Guangyang, the area a hundred miles south of the Lingshi Mine will be handed over to your team for patrol today."

"If I find out that someone in your patrol team ran away while fighting a casual cultivator, Jie Jie Jie, I will definitely make him regret coming to this world."

The person who spoke was the old man surnamed Yu who was stationed here before. Zhu Youcheng controlled the flying spiritual weapon and stood beside the old man surnamed Yu without speaking.

"Uncle Yu, don't worry. This disciple is sworn to be loyal to the Yin Demon Sect and will never let this group of despicable casual cultivators get their hands on the spiritual stone mines in the Wuyin Mountains."

Wan Guangyang knelt down on one knee and spoke respectfully to the old man named Yu. As for whether what Wan Guangyang said was true, only he himself knew.

"Behave well, the Yin Demon Sect will not treat you badly."

The old man surnamed Yu nodded noncommittally, and with a casual wave of his hand, he and Zhu Youcheng turned into light and disappeared.