The cannon fodder loses his horse online [Quick Transmigration]

Huai Jingyi saw that the person's thick nostrils were upturned, and the fat on the chin and neck was shaking layer by layer. The picture was so hot that his eyes were so hot that he couldn't bear to look directly at it, so he looked away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the thing thrown on the ground. It was a patched coarse cloth shirt—the clothing of the last disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

The Hehuan Sect has a strict hierarchy, and the disciples of the handyman are divided into two classes. The disciples of the upper class are assigned to the main peaks, while the disciples of the lower class are at the foot of the mountain.

When the original owner first arrived at the Lingluan Peak of the Hehuan Sect, he was a low-ranking person. It took five years to get to where he is today. One can imagine the hardships during the period. How could he allow others to trample on his dignity at will?

Huai Jingyi's eyes froze, and he stayed on the bed, "Say what you just said again."

"Why, you are still not convinced? This is what the consul ordered, do you dare not listen, believe it or not, I will beat you to death?"

"Smash me to death?"

Huai Jingyi smiled suddenly, but there was a cold light in his eyes.Without Song Yuqing in the room, he didn't have to worry about it, and his whole body was suddenly fierce.

At the moment when the voice fell, a strong wind blew up all around, and there was even a gust of wind blowing in the wing room, and the man at the door was blown out abruptly.

On the bluestone slab in the courtyard, the man fell several times in a row, as if he had been swept out of the house, his head was smashed, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was in a panic.And Huai Jingyi still stood where he was, with a smile on his lips.

"Huai Jingyi, you...you..."

"I, what's wrong with me?"

Huai Jingyi walked towards the person step by step, the morning light shone through the window on his harmless face, half bright, half shadow, like a ghost Shura.

He was clearly still far away, but the man couldn't help trembling, and kept shrinking back, his eyes full of horror.

"Well, Huai Jingyi, you ignored the teachings of the Hehuan Sect and started practicing forbidden methods again."

At this time, a rough-looking monk flew from the eaves to the center of the courtyard.And the servants around the courtyard all appeared and surrounded Huai Jingyi, obviously premeditated.

The original main stream fell into the ranks of the last disciples of the Acacia Sect because of a rumor ten years ago that he practiced forbidden arts, but was abolished by the slag.

Huai Jingyi looked at the face of the handyman disciple Consul, his bold and rough appearance, but his vicious and jealous heart, just looking at it made him lose his appetite.He thought that even if Zha Gong was hungry, he wouldn't be able to talk to someone with this look.

He ignored the people surrounding him, he didn't even open his eyes to look at the consul, but he quickly walked towards the follower who was rolling in the courtyard.

"Brother, what's the matter with you, get up quickly." He pretended to be very concerned, but his eyes were always cold.

Under the astonished and terrified eyes of the man, Huai Jingyi bent down, making gestures to help him up, but before he stretched out his hand, he heard a scream.

"Ah—" The man seemed to be dazed, and ran out of the yard, running faster and faster, as if there was a ghost behind him.

However, before running out of the gate of the courtyard, the consul slammed on the door, "You useless thing."

The lackey was kicked out, and his whole body seemed to be embedded in the door, unable to move.

Huai Jingyi narrowed his eyes, glanced at the people present, and then turned his attention to the consul, and smiled suddenly, "I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone by making a big noise."

"Whoever wants you to say sorry, don't hurry up and arrest you, otherwise we will make your life worse than death."

A group of handyman disciples got the consul's permission and shouted loudly that Huai Jingyi must be driven out of Lingluan Peak.

Huai Jingyi looked at the group of people with excited expressions, and a cold light gradually appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew up from the ground, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard seemed to have become conscious, and went straight to those handyman disciples, slapping each of them.

Only crisp applause sounded one after another, accompanied by a wailing sound.

The fallen leaves hit the ground very hard, even though those disciples defended with true energy, their faces were still swollen from the blows.This is the reaction force, the more you resist, the harder you hit the ground.

Immediately, the group of disciples jumped up in all directions, just to avoid the fallen leaves being slapped, causing a mess in the courtyard.

And the consul was no exception, but his condition was a little better, his foundation was higher than others, he fled faster, he was only slapped, his skin was rough and his flesh was thick, and he didn't turn red.

Huai Jingyi looked at the chaotic scene around him, and sneered, he just resorted to some tricks to become like this, it was simply vulnerable.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the consul fleeing behind those slow-running disciples, letting them block their slaps.

With the screams, the faces of those handyman disciples were bloodshot, and they were in extreme pain, and they began to beg Huai Jingyi for mercy.

"Huai Jingyi, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't fight anymore."

"What's wrong?" Huai Jingyi said, and the voice was mixed with aura, echoing in everyone's ears.

However, no one answered after that, but the applause did not stop.

After a while, some people couldn't take it anymore, and told the crimes committed on the original owner one by one.

"I shouldn't let you do my work, I shouldn't punch you, I shouldn't insult you, I shouldn't tear up your disciple clothes, I shouldn't frame you, I shouldn't... But I do these things They were all instigated by the consul." At the end of the disciple's words, there was a hint of tears.

Afterwards, the other disciples copied the disciple's words verbatim, just to beg for mercy, all pointing at the consul.

The consul was unprepared, and was slapped again, and suddenly became angry, "You bunch of soft bones!!!"

The consul slapped the disciple who was the first to beg for mercy, intending to teach him a lesson, but before the slap fell, the fallen leaves in the courtyard suddenly rushed towards him.

Huai Jingyi poured his consciousness on the pile of fallen leaves, and suddenly, a cold wind blew in the courtyard, it was bitingly cold, and the fallen leaves were like ice knives, cutting the consul's body continuously.

It cannot cause physical harm, but it can delay people mentally.

"My Bigu Pill, how many pills have you swallowed, how many spirit stones have you swallowed, and how many things did you steal from Mo Cangya in my bedroom?"

Huai Jingyi was in full swing, like a Shura ghost, even his voice was captivating.

"Fuck you, I'm a dignified consul of the handyman's house, would you covet those things of yours?"

Huai Jingyi calmly said, "It's okay, you can't think of it now, you will always think of it. In the five years since I entered the handyman's courtyard, the scars on my body, the insults I heard, and more things you have done to me, today, I will pay you back tenfold!!!"

The heart-wrenching words shocked the people present, and they trembled unconsciously.Immediately afterwards, the consul's screams were heard, and the ice blade of the fallen leaves turned into a solid body, cutting on the man's chest, mixed with mental lingering, and the pain was so painful.

Immediately, Huai Jingyi walked towards the east wing, his robe raised an arc in the air, with extraordinary momentum.

He blocked the screams outside and began to meditate.

I thought the consul had the backbone to stay up all day and night, but at noon, Huai Jingyi saw someone knocking on the door.

The respectful and respectful voices outside were not as domineering as before, and now they did not dare to make any mistakes, "Huai Jingyi, Consul... the Consul is dying, he has stopped screaming, I hope your lord will spare him a lot .”

It doesn't really make people die, it doesn't seem like Taoist Yunhua, the master of Lingluan Peak, told him to die.

After a while, Huai Jingyi appeared in the courtyard. The consul, who was dying, kowtowed to Huai Jingyi to beg for mercy, and ordered people to pay back double the amount that had been withheld over the years.

In the courtyard, all the disciples were there, but it was so quiet that even the sound of the wind blowing could be heard, they didn't dare to look directly at Huai Jingyi.

Huai Jingyi looked at the unwillingness in the consul's eyes, and sneered, "What about the cinnabar talisman in the back kitchen?"

"I'm going to ask someone to tear it down."

"Oh, there is no such cheap thing. I want you to paste a card on your door and write your name on it."

Hearing this, the group of handyman disciples immediately snickered, gloating.

"You think you have nothing to do with this matter?" Huai Jingyi glanced coldly, and the audience fell silent again.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, I will be tempted by the edge of the horse, roar