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"Are you the person in charge of affairs in the town? What's your name?" The older-looking monk saw Uncle Zhou coming, took a look, and then asked. The origins of these monks, even if they did not introduce themselves, the residents of the town knew that they were from the Lanling Sect, which was the sect closest to the town.

Even though it is closest to here, the jurisdiction of Lanling Sect still does not cover here. After all, Lanling Sect is a small sect, so small that it needs to send people to the towns within its jurisdiction to recruit disciples. But after all, Wei Wuguo has the first sect in the world of immortality, the Xuanzhen Sect. Those who are truly determined to practice would naturally rather abandon the near for the far and go to the more powerful Xuan Zhen Sect.

"The villain's name is Zhou Xing. For now, he can barely be regarded as the person in charge of the town." Uncle Zhou bowed and replied. As soon as he finished speaking, the young female cultivator suddenly snorted coldly, raised her hand and threw the tea cup together with the tea, and sprinkled it in front of Uncle Zhou. Fortunately, the tea wasn't hot, but it only made his felt shoes wet.

"What kind of stuff are you giving me? Dogs won't even drink it!" the young female nun said with great disgust. Several young people watching secretly from a distance were furious, but after six years of hiding, they were forced to learn Forbearance. Knowing that their impulsiveness at this moment would only bring trouble to Uncle Zhou, they bowed their heads and kept cursing in their hearts.

"I also ask for your forgiveness, Master Immortals. We have been trapped here for more than six years and have almost run out of food. The people who went to other places to exchange for food have not returned yet. We really can't give you anything to entertain you. Sir, this tea is already the best tea left in the town. When the immortal master who killed the evil cultivator was in the town a few days ago, we were not willing to take out this tea to entertain him!" Uncle Zhou said, seemingly exaggerating their courtesy to these monks, but in fact, of course they brought out the best tea to entertain Yang Yuyao, but Yang Yuyao refused.

"That's all, they are mortal things after all." The middle-aged monk seemed to be calming down and said, "Is the body of the evil cultivator still there? Take us there."

"You are here, please invite some masters and villains here." Uncle Zhou said quickly. Before Yang Yuyao left, he and Uncle Zhou learned about the general process for reviewing evil cultivators' crimes. Although Tongling Town had not been invaded by evil cultivators before, the residents of the town still kept the process in mind. Knowing that the corpses of evil cultivators needed to be preserved, Yang Yuyao helped them set up restrictions to prevent corpse transformation. As for preservation, it is not necessary, not to mention that the monk's body itself is not so easy to decay. In the temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero, as long as you don't light a charcoal basin and heat the Kang to keep warm, then any house can become a pure natural Icehouse. Not to mention the corpse of a monk, a piece of pork would be frozen solid if put in it, and it would not go bad as long as the weather doesn't get warmer.

However, after all, placing a corpse was still a bit uncomfortable, so they placed the corpse of the evil cultivator in the now empty Yamen. The monk who looked like a middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, even though he had read from the report entrusted to them before he came that the evil cultivator killed all the people in the official family and occupied the Yamen. But I didn't expect that this group of mortals would be so bold as to put the body here. He opened his legs, crossed the threshold aggressively, and entered the Yamen just before Uncle Zhou had time to say "Wait a minute." However, the moment he entered, his expression changed drastically.

He quickly backed away, sweating profusely with shock and his heart beating like thunder. At that moment, he felt an unprecedented life and death crisis. It seemed that as long as he moved forward for one second, he would die suddenly on the spot.

"Then, what's going on?!" The monk stammered in fear and anger. He wanted to grab Uncle Zhou's clothes and question him, but he felt the frightening aura again, like a gaze directed at him. He cast it and monitored him in real time. As a last resort, he had to give up this plan quickly.

"Hey, it's like this. The previous Immortal Master was worried that this evil cultivator and his accomplices would come and steal the body. He specially set up a formation to protect him." Uncle Zhou said humbly, but he was secretly thinking in his heart. laugh. The other party's appearance from being arrogant to embarrassed was completely caught in his eyes. "The immortal master told me that as long as the villain leads the way, the attack of the formation will not be triggered."

"Hurry up and lead the way!" the monk urged, but his expression was no longer as arrogant as before. When the three monks who came with him saw him like this, their expressions became cautious after looking shocked.

After Uncle Zhou entered the period, the feeling of dying at any time disappeared. But the four monks of the Lanling Sect could still feel like they were being scrutinized, as if they would be killed at any time if they even had the slightest evil thoughts. Finally, they arrived at the corpse of the evil cultivator. The body of the evil cultivator was covered with a white cloth with runes drawn on it with cinnabar. Uncle Zhou stopped about a hundred steps away from the corpse and did not move forward.

Several monks were frightened by Uncle Zhou's sudden stop. After a breath, they gritted their teeth and pretended to be calm before stepping forward and lifting up the white cloth. No one closed the eyes of the evil cultivator. When the white cloth was lifted, the evil cultivator still maintained an arrogant and horrified expression. However, death and cold took away the sharpness in his eyes, and his eyes became a blur. Gray. Even so, the two elder monks were still frightened and their expressions changed.

"It's him?!" the middle-aged monk said in disbelief, "Evil cultivator Cao Yi! Mortal, how did the previous monk kill him?" the monk asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see it clearly. I saw this evil cultivator appearing in a menacing manner, and he was killed by the immortal master before he could finish his words." Uncle Zhou answered honestly. The middle-aged monk did not continue to ask. After all, it was unrealistic to expect mortals to figure out the monk's attack methods.

He continued to uncover the white cloth and checked whether there were any traces on Xie Xiu's body. Soon the injury on Xie Xiu's chest appeared in front of him, and his face instantly turned pale. His legs went weak, and he landed directly on his buttocks and sat down. . Two young monks tried to help him up, but were turned away by his eyes. Then he stood up as if nothing had happened, put his hands behind his back and looked up, acting like a master.

"Yes, this incident was caused by evil cultivators. I will inform the relevant officials of the matter and leave." The middle-aged monk said, asking Uncle Zhou to take them away from the Yamen, and then it seemed that the next second would happen As if dying, he left quickly.

"Is this the end?" When the people in the town saw the four monks leaving, they all raised their heads and started discussing in low voices. "Doesn't this kind of review usually take at least one to two days?"

"Who knows? They don't look like they want to do a serious review at all."

"These people are actually immortal masters. They can't even compare to a hair of the previous immortal master!"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Wait until they are far away."

"Fortunately, A-chi is going to follow the Immortal Master, so that we won't end up with this kind of Immortal Sect!"

The people in Tongling Town had a very bad opinion of these monks, but they waited until several monks from the Lanling Sect left before discussing it. The few monks from the Lanling Sect who Yu Jian left didn't look very well.

"The mortals in this town are so rude!" the young female nun murmured dissatisfiedly, "And why do we have to leave so quickly?"

"Evil! You don't listen to me when I tell you to calm down!" The middle-aged monk, who was already in a bad mood, became angry when he heard the young female nun's complaint, and directly slapped his sleeve on the young female nun's face. .

"Master, why did you hit me?" The young female cultivator covered her face and felt extremely aggrieved.

"You ask why I hit you? Use your brain to think about it. What did you say before leaving the sect? I repeatedly emphasized that you should restrain yourself outside. This time you came here to use this opportunity to incorporate Tongling Town into our sect. It’s within the jurisdiction of the sect, so it’s better if you don’t like the tea, but you still pour the tea on others!”

"But he is just a mortal! Master, you actually hit me for a mortal. I will tell dad when I go back!" The female cultivator pouted, turned around and hugged the older female cultivator and started acting coquettishly, "Elder An, look at Master. It’s really too much!”

"Sue, sue immediately when you get back!" Without waiting for the female cultivator surnamed An to intervene, the middle-aged male cultivator glared and cursed, "I don't need to teach you anymore, it will save me a lot of trouble." . Do you know who the evil cultivator who was killed was?! What was the level of the monk who could kill the evil cultivator? If that monk was determined to win over the residents of this town, do you think our sect still has a chance?"

"Isn't he just a monk who didn't even leave his name?" the young female monk said disdainfully.

"No, Le Su, that monk is not an ordinary monk." The female cultivator known as Elder An said quickly, "I am afraid that our entire sect cannot afford to offend that monk."

"The evil cultivator who was killed, Cao Yi, was in the Great Perfection Realm of Refining the Void. He once single-handedly killed all the besieging monks under the siege of ten monks of the same realm and then escaped. He disappeared after that." The young man disappeared. The male monk opened his mouth and said it in an emotionless tone like a machine.

"Refining...Refining the Void Realm?!" The young female cultivator really started to panic. The Void Refining Realm was like a legend to the people in their sect. Except for the middle-aged man who was her master, who was in the Nascent Soul Realm, the sect The one with the highest realm here is one she has never seen in solitary confinement for many years. It is said that there is an ancestor of the sect who has transformed into a god in this realm. But the Void Refining Realm is a higher realm than the Divine Transformation Realm!

"Don't forget, that monk killed him in one encounter. If this was not one or two realms higher, he would never have been able to do this. That man only used one move to kill the evil cultivator Cao Yi, even if the evil cultivator He has been dead for several days, but the remaining sword intent is still as powerful as the mighty heaven."

"And that person can also design formations by himself... Could it be him?" Elder An suddenly thought of a name and covered his mouth in disbelief, but why was he in Wei Wuguo?

"The powerful sword intent and formation are indeed very similar to that one. It is not surprising that he is in Wei Wu Kingdom. He also participated in the sect disciple competition as a special guest a while ago. But why would he mess with this Tongling Town? If you have a good relationship, why do you want to protect this town?" The monk who looked like a middle-aged man frowned, puzzled.

"Master, who are you talking about?" the young female Xiu Lesu asked impatiently.

"The most powerful person in the world of immortality today, the supreme swordsman, the master of formations, the Immortal Lord Qianqing, He Qianqing." The monk who looked like a middle-aged man replied in awe.

At this time, Yang Yuyao encountered an unexpected little trouble. The wheels on one side of the carriage actually got stuck in the snow. Logically speaking, this modified carriage should not be in this situation. As long as the undulations on the road are not too exaggerated, the carriage can pass smoothly. But since there is a problem, just get off the car and lift the wheels. And I have to get off the car and go for a run later.

It wasn't until he got out of the car that Yang Yuyao discovered that the problem still lay on this road. This road seemed to be a very spacious road, but in fact the real road was only half as wide as what he saw. The other half is a fault about five meters deep. It was just that the thick snow had filled up the road surface and the sunken parts, so neither Red Comet nor Tu Shan, who was driving, realized that something was wrong. Until the wheel gets stuck.

Of course, this small accident is not a big problem, just use spiritual power to lift the wheel out. However, in order to prevent the wheels from getting stuck again, Yang Yuyao used his spiritual consciousness to confirm the true position of the road, and used his sword energy to draw the edge of the road. As long as you are careful on this section of the road, you won’t have to worry about it later.

"This place actually collapsed?" He Qianqing also got off the carriage and scanned the road with his spiritual consciousness. It was confirmed that it was indeed just an ordinary collapse, but the snow was just too thick. Of course, this road is not that level. The road surface slopes towards the collapsed fault. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the effect of almost flat ground can be formed. "Xiao Yao, please wait a moment and reply to the teacher's message." He Qianqing said. After staying with Yang Yuyao for a long time, he would unknowingly move closer to Yang Yuyao in the way he speaks.

"Okay." Yang Yuyao replied and continued to study the snow. Tushan had already driven the carriage away as he did yesterday, leaving only shallow traces of horseshoes and wheels on the road. "Is the snow on the road harder?" Yang Yuyao squatted down and touched the snow on the ground. He had to press his fingers very hard to press it down. Then he came to the edge of the collapsed fault and grabbed a handful of snow. This part of the snow was extremely fluffy and light. Yang Yuyao could easily squeeze the snow into a snowball.

He picked up the branch that he had just wielded the sword energy from and threw it towards the cave. The branch was easily swallowed by the thick snow, leaving only a small hole. Yang Yuyao's eyes lit up. He remembered that in his original world, his colleague from the north had described to him a way they played in winter, which was to climb up to the roof and jump into the snowdrifts. But where the research is located, there has never been such thick snow, and even snow is extremely rare, so this game can only be a delusion. But now it seems possible to give it a try.

Yang Yuyao looked around and saw that He Qianqing's attention seemed to be still on Xunlian's light screen, so he tried to jump forward. The force of gravity quickly pulled him into the snow, but he did not sink much. , when Yang Yuyao straightened up and stood up again, he easily poked his head out of the snow pit, and then met the eyes of He Qianqing, who had turned his head at some point.

He Qianqing turned his head when he sensed Yang Yuyao jumping into the snow, and happened to see Yang Yuyao sticking his head out. There are two small lumps of snow on the top of the beautiful young man's head, which are particularly obvious against the black hair, as if he has grown a pair of furry little animal ears. However, after realizing that his childish behavior was caught by He Qianqing, Yang Yuyao's smile froze and his face became redder and redder. Then he squatted down and hid himself in the snow pit.

But after a while, Yang Yuyao heard a "pop" sound as a heavy object fell into the snow, and then part of the wall of the snow pit where he was was collapsed. Yang Yuyao, who was squatting with his head in his hands, stared blankly at the pit. After the wall collapsed, the two snow pits were connected together, and He Qianqing stood in the snow pit next to him with a smile.

"It's quite interesting to do this." He Qianqing said with a smile, "Xiao Yao, do you want to dance with your teacher again?"