Urban Madness

The group of people was dragged and led to the steps of the Zongmen.

Ye Fan looked up, what a towering and domineering sect.

There are thousands of steps just made of jade, and each step is carved with various patterns.

In front of the eight-open gate, hundreds of disciples wearing white clothes and holding swords are practicing swordsmanship.

The buildings of the Zongmen are even more towering into the sky, and there are countless houses and pavilions around them.

At this time, the man in the cloak said arrogantly: "You can see this sect at a glance. It is the blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life. Come, bring these slaves and enter through the back side door.

"Then wash them clean and find some clothes that can be seen by people. I will let them be smoked to death along the way!"

Ye Fan didn't feel anything about this man in the cloak.

My current identity is a slave. The most important thing is to find a place to stay, and then slowly restore my memory.

As for the other things, there is no need to think about it now.

They took a shower, changed their clothes, and someone brought them a meal.

Ye Fan really felt a little hungry when he saw those steamed buns, so he picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.

After seeing the other slaves, they robbed them one after another.

A few steamed buns were not enough to eat at all, and Ye Fan turned around to grab the steamed buns.

But everyone looked at him fiercely. One of the round-faced guys said coldly: "How much do you want to eat? We haven't eaten enough yet, do you want to eat it all alone?"

This sentence seemed to touch a certain nerve in Ye Fan's mind, causing the murderous instinct in Ye Fan's body to erupt instinctively.

Although he has lost his memory, his cultivation and strength are still there.

Now even Ye Fan himself didn't know that his murderous aura was almost the same existence.

At the moment of the eruption, the surrounding tables and chairs all shattered to the ground, and even the steamed buns rolled to the ground cracklingly.

The slaves around them all took a step back in shock and looked at Ye Fan in shock.

Including Lei Ye, everyone was stunned by Ye Fan's momentum.

Ye Fan didn't care about these at all, so he picked up a few steamed buns, wiped off the soil on them, and continued to eat.

Now only Lei Ye dared to approach him.

The others were scared and at a loss.

Lei Ye gave Ye Fan his steamed bun, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? Why is your aura so scary?"

Ye Fan didn't speak, but quickly swallowed the buns.

Because even he himself didn't know, he was just angry, and then his body would burst out with such power.

He himself wanted to know what the **** was this for, but he couldn't remember anything in his mind.

At this moment, the housekeeper of Zongmen walked into the room surrounded by a group of people.

This guy has a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a traitorous face. Ye Fan just glanced at him and felt sick.

The butler looked down and broke the table and chair. He laughed slyly and said gloomily, "You smashed the table and chair?"

Everyone knew that Ye Fan had power, for fear of provoke him.

And they are all slaves who just came here, what's wrong? It may provoke a severe beating.

So everyone bowed their heads and kept silent.

The housekeeper flicked his eyebrows, he hehe smiled, "Are they all dumb? If that's the case, I'll punish you for not having any food tonight."

"Now go to work with me, remember not to let me see you being lazy, or I will kill you. You are all slaves who are not as good as pigs and dogs. Your lives are not as valuable as the steamed buns you eat. "

"If you dare to disobey me, you will kill you anytime and anywhere, now take them to work immediately!"

The servants who came with the housekeeper were all pretending to be invincible. Everyone picked a slave and went to the place of work.

Ye Fan was selected by a middle-aged man.

He took Ye Fan to the firewood room in the backyard, pointed to a pile of wood, and coldly ordered: "Chop the firewood for me, and then fill me with the water in it."

"Don't be lazy, I will come here anytime and anywhere, if you let me know that you are lazy, I will definitely beat you to death!"

Ye Fan didn't speak either, and picked up the axe on the ground.

The blades of the axe are almost flattened, and it is impossible to cut firewood at all.

The middle-aged man just snorted coldly and left the wood house with his hands behind his back.

Ye Fan laid a piece of wood on the ground, picked up an axe, and chopped it down.

But this axe didn't matter. Uncontrollable power burst out along with the axe, splitting the entire wood house in half.

The man who had just walked out of the backyard heard the voice and hurriedly returned.

Looking at the collapsed woodshed in front of him, he was trembling with fright.

This firewood room was only repaired a few days ago, because the sect competition is going to be conducted in the last few days, the master Kong Gu Enchao, the parents and children ordered to renovate the sect inside and out.

But the wood shed collapsed again, and if the butler knew about it, he would be blamed.

When the time comes, a whip will definitely be inevitable.

He looked at Ye Fan fiercely again.

At this time, Ye Fan was also stunned. With this axe of his own, he was able to chop down a wood house. His power was really too strong.

At this moment, the housekeeper and others came to the backyard.

He sneered, yin and yang asked in a weird manner: "How can the wood shed that have been repaired fall over? There is repair, did you do it?"

The man immediately fell to his knees, pointed at Ye Fan, and gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you have the courage to do this, this guy, he is not satisfied that I let him chop wood here, so he used an axe to give this wood room Cut it down!"

The housekeeper felt like a mirror in his heart, how could an ordinary slave chop down the wood shed, it is clear that this is the nonsense that is being repaired.

However, this Yu Xiuping was quite obedient to himself, and when he received the wages from the sect, he would honor and respect himself.

And that Ye Fan was just a slave, and it was absolutely reasonable for him to do this.

So, the butler looked at Ye Fan coldly and scolded fiercely: "Okay, you **** slave, you dare not obey our arrangements. I think you are looking for death."

"Come on, beat this guy to death with a stick!"

As soon as the voice fell, the people behind the housekeeper rushed towards Ye Fan.

But at this moment, a strong voice sounded behind everyone.

"Stop it all!"

Everyone looked back and fell to the ground immediately in shock, shouting in unison: "See Young Master!"

Ye Fan also looked at the young man.

He was about the same age as himself. He was dressed in white, with long black hair draped over his shoulders. He looked a little delicate, especially the little red sand in his eyebrows, which made him feel immortal.