Start from the thief

Since he used the Shadow Stepping Technique, if there was a shadow outside the stone gate that was connected to the lobby, he could easily get out. Zhao Yushu thought it was a powerful weapon for assassination, but it was obvious that most of the Beimang disciples used it to steal things or run away.

One figure after another appeared from the shadows somewhere outside the stone gate almost in no particular order, and then looked around at the same time, as if trying to find out who had shaken the stone gate. When they found that there were no outsiders, some ran out without hesitation, while others hesitated and quietly hid in the darkness, intending to spy on something secretly.

Zhao Yushu also came out. When he looked up, he saw the fat elder leap up like a ball. His body was round but his speed was extremely fast, almost the same as Zhao Yushu's Flash. He grabbed a small monk clinging to the top of the tomb passage with just one hand, and then threw him to the ground. The sound of broken bones made Zhao Yushu's teeth ache.

After being hit like this, my body would probably be covered with bruises.

Zhao Yushu had no sympathy for the disciples of the Beimang lineage. What he had seen and heard, both in his previous life and in this world, made him realize how difficult it was to control oneself from doing evil once a person had power, especially after having acquired skills such as the Shadow Stepping Steps and the Cloud-Exploring Hands that were very suitable for doing evil.

The old man who came on stage first just now only stole some underwear. Even though the elders were yelling at him to cut off his hands and feet, in the end, they just lifted him up high and put him down gently. This might really be the lightest thing for them.

As for the large group of people who ran away as soon as they got the chance, most of them had committed unforgivable crimes.

Moreover, this happened more than a hundred years ago. No matter what I do, I can't change the future. I just need to save myself.

The elder acted swiftly and captured three or four escapees in one go. All of them were defeated instantly, but one of them was still alive, apparently planning to give them a friendly interrogation later.

Seeing how fierce the elder was, some of the hidden people could not hold on any longer. Two of them were so daring that they actually tried to assassinate the elder from behind using the Shadow Step.

Is this the truth behind the extermination of the Beimang lineage?

Zhao Yushu didn't think so.

First of all, there are only about twenty people here, and they are all brothers who happened to stay at the headquarters and did not go out to do missions. They are not qualified to be wiped out.

And the last time I came here, I saw the scene of the annihilation of the clan with my own eyes. If I was not mistaken, it was the leader of this generation who personally killed all the disciples of the Beimang lineage, using the Assassins.

A bunch of psychos.

Zhao Yushu let out a spit and carefully hid the storage bag in an inconspicuous corner. Then he used the Shadow Step again to return to the stone gate and crawled out from a hidden shadow.

There were still about a dozen people inside the stone gate who had not left. These people were either die-hard fans, or they thought they were invulnerable, or they were extremely cunning.

Coincidentally, Big Brother Sanchongtian was also among them.

There were endless screams and vicious curses coming from outside the door, but the sound was getting less and less frequent and lower and lower.

Not long after, the stone door burst open and the elder walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Strange, why didn't I see anyone knocking on the door?"

The elder had a serious expression. Although he had already reached the eighth level, he still could not comprehend the subtlety of inner vision comprehension, and that was the top inner vision comprehension in the world.

"You guys are great."

The elder's eyes swept over everyone without hesitation. Not seeing any storage bags, he nodded and stretched out a hand. In his hand were four storage bags, all of which he had taken from the disabled traitors outside.

"It would be best if there is our sect's guardian blade in here. Otherwise, hmph, you will have the same fate as the people outside. Don't worry, no matter who did it, I will make him talk before the sect master comes back."

Four storage bags were thrown on a table, and the elder pointed casually: "You, come over and open it."

Zhang Yushu turned his head and looked at Brother Sanchongtian who had a confused look on his face, and the other party made a classic expression.

ah? I?

"It's you, come here, what are you dawdling for!"

Any fool with spiritual power can open a storage bag, and naturally the elder can too, but he chooses not to open it himself, because the disciples of the Beimang lineage are not only experts in stealing and running away, but since they like to play dirty, they are naturally experts in poisoning and setting traps. After all, one of the three secret books contains a book on all the mechanisms. It would be a joke if one could solve the mechanisms but not make them.

Therefore, many old scoundrels would put one or two exquisite little mechanical devices in their storage bags. If you open them rashly without knowing how to use them, you will most likely get into trouble.

The elders of the Eighth Heaven naturally would not think that this group of low-level cultivators could come up with any mechanism that would cause him to suffer, but if some little genius suddenly came up with an idea and came up with something that might not be lethal but was very humiliating, he would lose face.

So, he had to find an unlucky guy to do this thankless task, and Big Brother Sanchongtian was very unlucky.

No matter how unlucky he was, the eldest brother still didn't dare not go. He could only move over reluctantly, and then opened the four storage bags one by one under the impatient urging of the elder.

Sure enough, there were two mechanisms in the four bags. Fortunately, they were blocked by the elders, so that the big brother did not lose his life in vain.

As for the things inside, most of them are yellow and white items, but there are also some valuable items such as antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and even one or two low-level treasures.

According to the rules, you are not allowed to take anything other than what you are tasked with while on a mission. Even if you do take it, you have to hand it over to the sect leader for unified distribution. It turns out that what these people did seriously violated the sect rules. No wonder they ran away so quickly.

After the storage bags were opened, everyone fell silent. Instead of feeling relieved, the situation became even more tense.

All those who had escaped were captured by the elders, but they did not have any sect-protecting magic weapons on their bodies or in their storage bags.

In other words, the thief who stole the town’s magic weapon was among the dozen or so of them.

The elder's eyes began to turn dangerous.

"If you still want to run, run for me. I will also see how far you have come in your footwork, you daring bastard."

No one dared to move, not even Zhao Yushu.

"Since you won't run away, then I won't be polite."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elder suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the senior brother who handed over the storage bag first. With just one move, he took down the senior brother of the fifth level. Then he shook the hand that was holding the senior brother's arm fiercely. A scream was rang out, and the senior brother's bones were all broken by this shake.

Zhao Yushu had not learned Tan Yun Shou properly, and only grasped the basics, but he could still tell that this was the grappling part of Tan Yun Shou. It turned out that it was so powerful when practiced to a high level.

The elder casually threw his disabled senior brother aside, and reached out again to grab the eldest brother from the Third Heaven who was closest to him.

With a bang, the eldest brother from the Third Heaven took several steps back, his body shaking, but he was not crippled like his senior brother.

Zhao Yushu's eyes widened as he watched his elder brother and the elder adopt similar postures, but they were counter-capturing.

This big brother actually managed to withstand the attack with his third-level cultivation.

"We are all monks. If we don't want to die here, let's do it together!"

The eldest brother of Sanchongtian roared, and Zhao Yushu followed him without hesitation.