In the past few days, the Tianya Sect has been overcrowded.

After all, who can stop a man from running towards his dream?

Or, who has not been beaten by society yet?

People always have to be deceived in such a single life, so why can't it be the witch to deceive them?

If you let the witch describe his own behavior.

Then he would say that he is reforming the old education system and preparing for popularizing compulsory education on immortality.

But if Zuo Jihong said that the witch was planting the seeds of distortion in ordinary people and laying the foundation for the huge base of distortionists in the future.

"What a terrible man, Wu!" Zuo Jihong looked at Wu who was teaching his disciples at the martial arts training platform not far away.

There are already many people there.

They are all recruited from the foot of Tianya Mountain, and most of them are young people.

Wu's cultivation is very high, and I don't know what method he used to cover up Zuo Jihong and others' appearance, allowing everyone to practice while maintaining the operation of the sect.

And because everyone is considered an early distorted person, there are basically immortal cultivators in the two or three generations of ancestors, and their cultivation talent is much better than ordinary people.

As for the ordinary people who were recruited later, except for a few geniuses, the rest of the people who advanced slowly than those of them with long tentacles.

The witch made those who practiced quickly stimulate the disciples who later became part of the witch's plan.

Of course, witch lies have always been open-minded.

These words were also clearly said to Zuo Jihong and the others.

Zuo Jihong and others didn't think anything was wrong. Anyway, they had already beg for food before, so how bad could it be? Besides, if Wu helps them like this, he must try something.

The witch made the words clear, and everyone felt more at ease.

"Okay, everyone have a rest." Wu clapped his hands and said that today's physical training class was over.

This is the rule he set, saying that he should combine work and rest.

Upon hearing the wu's announcement of get out of class being dismissed, Zuo Jihong smiled and quietly walked to Wu's side.

"You said, we really want to teach them like this?" Zuo Jihong quietly glanced at the ordinary disciples over there. The "they" he said was self-evident.

The disciples were clearly divided into two groups.

One group of disciples who were tentacle people who had been blocked by magic by witches, had better talent; the other group of disciples were ordinary people who were later recruited.

In the eyes of tentacles, they are groups divided by species.

But in the eyes of ordinary disciples, they are good-talented and play together, leaving aside those who are less talented.

"Of course we have to teach together." Wu said with great certainty, his eyes filled with confidence.

Zuo Jihong looked at the ordinary people who secretly vowed to join the Tentacle Disciple Group, and still felt a little dreamy.

Tentacles learn from humans equally.

It was somewhat beyond his perception.

"Habits are a terrible thing. You will gradually get used to this kind of life. After you get used to it, you will find that tentacles are humans, and humans are humans, and we are no different from them." Wu said with a smile.

Zuo Jihong was stunned.

This is what the witch said, is it teaching them to be human?

If they look down on themselves, how can they make others look down on them?

"But, even if we wake up, what if we are, we can only follow your tentacles here and wake up." Zuo Jihong gritted his teeth and continued:

"The tentacle people in other places will probably still live in confusion."

Hearing these words, Wu smiled and didn't say anything again, just asked Zuo Jihong to wait any longer.

He dared to just start.

...

Northwest Wasteland.

"Bang!"

The loud slap on the table made the others on the table feel a little tinnitus in their ears, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Because the person who slapped the table was sitting on the main seat.

"He Tianya Sect is too bullying! I'm not without people in the Hong family!" Hong Zhentian cursed.

Decades ago, Tianya Sect was established.

No one in the surrounding area takes this seriously.

So what if it is established?

There is a power to cultivate immortals!

All families have it! After all, their lifespan is long, and their talent for children will not be too bad. They slowly become families. Almost all the current forces of immortal cultivation come out.

If you teach outsiders to cultivate immortality, isn’t this teaching your disciples to starve the master to death?

They are not their own family. Can you take care of you if something happens?

Hong Zhentian vaguely remembered his sneering expression at that time.

"A plate of loose sand! A crowd of mobs!" On that day, Hong Zhentian also slapped the table and shouted.

But at that time, he was smiling.

And now...

"How many people were killed or injured?" Hong Zhentian suppressed his anger.

He couldn't be angry, nor did he dare to be angry.

As his cultivation level improved, he had already felt something was wrong with the great way. In addition, he was not a monk who had never seen distortion, so he had a vague guess in his heart.

In this scattered and huge world, the circulation of information is not easy.

Until now, no one knows how the distorted tentacles came out.

After all, the world is so big that it is all kinds of wonders.

There are so many perverts and two perverts that come out of so many humans, it is reasonable to like octopus.

So Hong Zhentian’s guess is just a guess and he dared not say it out, but he did not dare to practice further.

He just wanted to get his realm stuck to his current realm, and he didn't need to go further. Therefore, in the remaining 100-year life span, his biggest wish was that the power of the Hong family would grow stronger day by day.

But!

"How many casualties and injuries are there? I'm asking you! I'm not dead yet! I won't pay attention to me, the old man, right!"

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

The sound of slapping the table was loud, but no one dared to pay attention to Hong Zhentian.

After a while, my eldest son, the second-person of the Hong family, dared to come forward and talk.

"The dead are all from the younger generation, probably this number..." The eldest son gestured with his gesture.

Hong Zhentian suddenly widened his eyes, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he was as angry as a buffalo.

"Die! I want that Tianya Sect to die for me! Blood debt and blood payment!"

"No! Dad!" The second son hurriedly stopped him.

"No big or small! Call me the leader!"

The second son swallowed quietly. His cultivation talent was not high, and the cultivation level was a bit different from his father. When the other party was angry, he did not dare to interrupt.

"Class leader, this matter must not be done!"

Hong Zhentian glanced at his second son coldly, as if he was waiting for his son's following. If what his son said next would make him dissatisfied... Then he wouldn't mind having another disabled son.

"The disciples of the Tianya Sect were recruited from nearby areas. Even if there were casualties and injuries, they would not feel sorry for them at all, but we are different!" The second son said anxiously.

"We are all soldiers, all of us, and we are all our own family members. If we have one less, there is no one."
Chapter completed!