Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

The law is not passed lightly.

Not to mention the master of the Zifu, even the elders who are high-level qi practitioners, the cost of teaching alone is not low.

Split these four characters carefully, and what is filled inside are all white spirit stones!

Wang Chen estimates the number of face-to-face exchanges with Chang Chun.

One at least one hundred spirits.

That sounds like a lot.

But he believes that among the tens of thousands of monks present, there are many who can take out this spirit stone.

This is called directional screening, precise harvesting!

Wang Chen touched his kidney, and strode out of the gate of the teaching hall.

It's half past noon, just when it's time for dinner.

Wang Chen found a tea house on the street, ordered a pot of Gao Sui Yunwu Ling tea with ten Sui Ling, and then sat down on the window seat on the second floor, and took out the rice balls made in the morning from the storage bag to satisfy his hunger.

Of course there are restaurants in Yunshan City, and there are quite a few of them.

But in these large and small restaurants and restaurants, the cheapest set meal also costs a spirit stone.

Still can't get enough.

So before coming, Wang Chen prepared lunch.

The small tea house is more affordable, and you can sit for an hour with a pot of tea.

If the business is not good and there are many empty seats, even after the time has passed, the shop assistant will not come to drive people away.

Most importantly, some gossip news can be heard in the teahouse.

So every time Wang Chen came to the city to do business or make purchases, he would come here to sit and sit.

Listen to the news while filling your belly.

Keep your eyes and ears from being too closed.

He had just swallowed two rice balls when he suddenly heard someone shouting from the street below: "At the end of the East Gate, the Xingtang Supervisor executed seventeen criminal cultivators. If you want to see it, go!"

The whole teahouse was a sensation.

Many people hurried to the windowsill, looking out.

There was commotion on the long street, several people rushed to tell each other in front, followed by many men, women and children watching the excitement.

Seeing such a scene, the tea drinkers were in no mood to continue bragging.

They checked out and left.

After Wang Chen finished eating the rice balls he brought, he drank a pot of spirit tea to the last drop.

Just left the teahouse.

Following the crowd, he went out the east gate.

It was still a little time before the end of time, and the Zhan Nie Terrace outside the east gate was already full of spectators.

The Yunyang sect has strict rules, and the heaviest punishment is to beheaded on the beheading platform for public display.

Many of them were beheaded monks.

It is those casual cultivators who commit crimes in the mountain gate, or offend the majesty of the Yunyang sect.

Hearing the news, there was an endless stream of people who came to watch the beheading, and the scene was as lively as a big fair. Some small businessmen gathered around after hearing the news, and the adults shouted at the children. Everyone was very excited.

But beside Zhan Nie Terrace, there was a group of mournful or weeping people gathered around.

Boom~

The bell of the future came as scheduled.

A group of heavily armed punishment hall disciples escorted more than a dozen criminal cultivators to the execution stage.

All these criminal cultivators had their mana sealed and their five senses sealed off, like dead dogs with their spines removed, letting the Xingtang disciples kneel on the high platform at the mercy of the punishment hall disciples.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately reached a climax!

When all seventeen criminal cultivators knelt in a row, an elder of the punishment hall with a face like a jujube appeared and shouted: "The iron law of the sect is not allowed to be violated, beheading the public as a warning to others!"

His voice was like thunder, instantly suppressing all the surrounding noises.

The elder of the punishment hall opened a roll of paper and read aloud according to the words on it: "Cultivator Xiao Penghai, a disciple of the preparatory camp of the third hall of the outer sect, spread rumors to slander the sect, bewitch people's hearts and influence badly, and shall be beheaded!"

"Cultivator Liang Ada, war repairer of the Seventh Land Reclamation Battalion, fled the battle and resisted arrest violently, sentenced to beheading!"

"Cultivator Tengbao, a war repairer from the Ninth Land Reclamation Battalion, attacked Shangxiu for no reason, causing serious injuries, and sentenced to beheading!"

"Zixiu Xindan, husband of Yi Liuwei's spiritual plant, privately serving evil spirits..."

He told the crimes one by one, and one of the crimes was revised, which made many onlookers feel surprised.

There is no previous excitement and excitement.

Because of these sinful cultivators, none of them are casual cultivators.

All of them are outer monks!

However, their crimes did not seem to be serious enough to warrant beheading for public display.

But the surprise is the surprise, no one is stupid enough to speak out at this time.

It wasn't his own family that had the accident.

Only the group of people next to Zhan Nie Terrace, probably the family members of Sin Xiu, looked more painful and sad.

No one dares to complain about grievances!

It is impossible to change the sentence of the punishment hall unless some important person comes forward.

Whoever dares to take the lead at this time.

That would definitely be bad luck!

Two teams of elite disciples of the Xingtang Hall watched intently by the side.

After the elder of the punishment hall finished reading, he put away the paper scroll, and his eyes were like lightning: "Slay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three burly executioners stepped onto the platform.

They were naked from the upper body, wearing a pair of black shorts, holding a nine-ring magic knife, with expressionless faces and indifferent eyes.

"Execution!"

One of the executioners strode forward and stood next to a kneeling sinner.

He swung his magic knife violently and slashed down heavily.

A head rolled down along with it.

"ah!"

Some onlookers couldn't bear to witness and closed their eyes in exclaim.

The executioner raised his foot and kicked the headless corpse to the stage of beheading!

At this moment, more than a dozen old men and women scrambled to surround him.

They held rice balls in their hands.

Then he quickly retreated to the crowd of onlookers, and stuffed the hot rice balls for his own children.

Just stuff what you don't want to eat.

Some children were frightened and cried, but they did not get the pity of the elders who usually loved them.

A group of Xingtang disciples watched from the side, their eyes were full of ridicule, and there was no intention of dissuading them at all.

The root bone with complete five elements is the foundation of Taoism, and those who lack five elements cannot practice at all.

But some treasures of heaven, material and earth can help people make up their bones.

The problem is that this kind of natural and earthly treasure is not something that ordinary people can have.

Then I don't know who spread the rumors.

It is said that such and such an approach may allow children with incomplete five elements to complete their bones.

This is called blood for marrow.

Although most people are well aware that this statement is pure nonsense.

But there are always some foolish couples who believe it.

After all, in the world of cultivating immortals, the incompleteness of the five elements means that the way will be cut off forever. Even if you can practice martial arts to strengthen your body, you are not qualified to be the most ordinary Lingzhi husband.

It's okay to be born rich and honored, but the children of ordinary people can only be servants and live a mediocre life.

These children who are forced to devour rice balls.

All five elements are incomplete.

And these old men and women.

All took out Lingshi.

Part of the spirit stones they took out will belong to the executioner!

Heads were cut off one by one, and corpses fell one by one...

A group of people scrambled for it.

More people watched numbly.

Wang Chen felt his stomach churning, wishing he could vomit all the rice balls he ate earlier.

He turned away.

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PS: Modified.