Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Scarface laughed loudly: "Do you really think I'm unprepared? This chain is..."

Before he could finish his words, Meng Hu crushed the chains with his bare hands and walked back to Ren Yi.

The hard iron chain was as crispy as a biscuit in Meng Hu's hand.

A drop of cold sweat fell on Scarface's forehead.

He sat down at the table casually, calmly picked up the teapot on the table and made a cup of tea.

"It's all tea leaves. It looks like you're not doing very well here."

Scarface flipped his wrist, and a thick iron rod appeared in his hand.

He shouted loudly and smashed towards Meng Hu's head!

state!

The iron rod was held by Meng Hu with one hand, and no matter how Scarface used his magic to drag it, he could not get it back.

Meng Hu smiled coldly, and the stick in his hand suddenly exploded with a visible air wave.

Scarface was blown away, hit the opposite wall, and fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could get up, he met Chu Yang's eyes again.

Scarface looked at Chu Yang in astonishment, "You, you..."

Chu Yang grabbed his collar and threw him in front of Ren Yi.

That bundle of soul talismans can indeed seal the magic veins, but Chu Yang was born with one more magic vein than others.

This talisman can't seal him at all.

Scarface vomited blood, looked up and saw Chu Yang and Meng Hu standing behind Ren Yi, and finally understood.

"You, you are their boss!"

Ren Yi smiled slightly and said, "Give me two options."

"Do you want to be hammered to pieces, or be hammered to pieces?"

Scarface knew he had run into a tough guy, so he immediately knelt on the ground, his face covered with tears:

"Is there a third option?"

Ren Yi: "That depends on your sincerity."

Scarface immediately took out a small bottle from the storage ring.

"There are ten pieces of Lingxi in here, which is all my wealth. I'm giving it all to you, fellow Taoist!"

I took the small bottle casually, and saw ten light spots of different colors floating in the translucent bottle.

"Is this soul-returning incense really that magical? Has anyone run into any problems?" Ren Yi asked.

Scarface shook his head frantically: "No, no, you can rest assured about this, fellow Taoist, even the chief priest of the demon clan is using it, which shows that this incense is fine."

Any meal: "The high priest is also using it?"

Scarface nodded: "Yes!"

Chu Yang's breathing stagnated behind him. Could it be that the person the high priest wanted to see by burning the soul-returning incense was She Xiao?

No, no!

Nothing will happen to She Xiao!

Ren Yi gave Meng Hu a look, and Meng Hu reached out and knocked him out, then used a barrier to seal the man's breath.

"Young Master, why don't you just kill him?"

"This person has been here for a long time. His sudden death will definitely alert others."

Ren Yi stood up and said, "It's about time, let's go."

As the three of them walked out of the room, they heard screaming coming from Guan Wuya and Zi Wu's room next door.

The door was slammed open, and one of Scarface's minions tripped at the door just as he was about to run out.

He looked at the room behind him with horror, as if there was some horrible monster inside.

Wu Ya stretched out a hand and dragged the little brother in again.

The screams coming from inside became sharper and sharper.

Meng Hu shook subconsciously and rubbed the stood up hairs on his body.

"Fortunately, I didn't enter the same room with Ziwu just now..."

As they were talking, Ziwu and Wuya walked out of the room.

Wu Ya's face was full of excitement: "Your Majesty, I just realized that scaring people is so much fun. They all peed their pants!"

There was still a dull expression on Ziwu's face, and only when he looked at Ren Yi did his eyes brighten up.

The five people left the room, passed through the gap between the mountain walls, and returned to the mountain path.

Going up the mountain path, a large open space appeared in front of us.

This is a valley in Wanren Mountain.

Ten white-robed messengers selling soul-returning incense have appeared, and there is a long queue in front of each messenger.

His random gaze rested on a notice board on the side.

Because the White Robe Messengers are short of manpower, they want to recruit two stewards from among the monks.

Each steward was given three pieces of Lingxi.

He arbitrarily decided to split his forces into two groups with Chu Yang and his men.

She asked Chu Yang to take Meng Hu and Zi Wu to pretend to be buyers to buy incense, while she competed with Wu Ya for the position of manager and infiltrated the inner circle.

Wu Ya was puzzled at first, wondering why Ren Yi wanted to bring him along.

It is obvious that my cultivation is the worst among the few people.

But when the manager asked them to do the math and look at the account books, his strengths came into play.

These scattered things are totally not on the same level as the accounts of Youhuang Palace that make people want to hang themselves.

He hummed a little tune and shook his legs, and was the first to complete the task.

The chief steward smiled and asked him and another female cultivator to stay, and asked the others to leave.

Wu Ya looked at Ren Yi, feeling somewhat anxious.

Your Majesty lost the election, what should we do?

Seeing that most people had left, Ren Yi walked up leisurely.

"Master Steward, I think you should keep me."

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think." The steward Liang Sheng laughed, "She can read four account books at the same time, and she is a cultivator of the sixth level. What about you?"

Ren Yi: "She is indeed amazing. Doesn't that mean she will be able to replace you as the manager soon?"

Liang Sheng was stunned: "Huh?"