Soon, the entanglement and sorrow among the villagers of Zhaojiacun were broken.

Because from the sky, someone flew up on a blood-red eagle and landed in front of the big tree at the east end of the village.

There were five people in total, all wearing blood robes, with ferocious expressions, and the smell of blood emanating from their bodies.

When the village chief Zhao Fugui saw the attire of these five people, he immediately stood up and bowed in greeting:

"Zhao Fugui, the head of Zhaojia Village, meets with all the Lords of the Blood God Sect."

The villagers were horrified and bowed in unison.

The five members of the Blood God Sect nodded. The leader did not jump off the eagle. He looked down at the crowd and said coldly:

"The number of worshipers has changed. I'll give you a cup of tea. Prepare twenty people. This protector will take them away."

"Dharma Protector... Your Excellency, aren't there ten of us?" Zhao Fugui asked with a worried look on his face.

"Huh?" The leader of the Blood God Sect's protector looked at Zhao Fugui coldly.

Zhao Fugui suddenly felt his energy and blood surge, and a touch of sweetness appeared in his throat. He looked horrified and quickly bowed:

"Master Protector, we are going to prepare now. Please allow the little people to discuss this."

The surrounding villagers were as silent as a cicada, not even looking directly at Zhao Fugui.

Originally some people were still considering whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but now looking at the posture of the five members of the Blood God Sect, it is definitely not a good thing.

So no one said anything, and no one dared to look directly at Zhao Fugui, for fear that one of their own would be chosen.

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Zhao Wujiang and his second sister-in-law heard from their third sister Zhao Tingting that there was a quarrel at the east end of the village, and they heard it was about the Blood God Sect.

Several villagers were gearing up and seemed dissatisfied with some of their father Zhao Fugui's practices. Now they rushed back to let their ninth brother Zhao Wuhuang take a look.

Everyone in the village knows that although Zhao Wuyang, the son of the village chief Zhao Fugui, is a fool, he is extremely strong and is a good farmer.

Now that Zhao Fugui seems to be facing difficulties and doubts, Zhao Tingting plans to ask her ninth brother Zhao Wuxu to go and help.

When Zhao Wujiang heard this, his heart moved slightly.

Without saying anything, he followed Zhao Tingting and Prince Zhao who came back with him and rushed to the east end of the village.

As soon as he arrived at the east end of the village, Zhao Wujiang saw a disciple of the Blood God Sect riding an eagle landing in front of a big tree, condescendingly asking for an offering.

Although Zhao Wujiang's cultivation was blocked and he was unable to exert his strength, Zhao Wujiang, who had seen extremely powerful people, could tell at a glance that the guardian of the Blood God Sect, who was the leader, had a cultivation level roughly between a martial arts master and a grand master.

He was very curious about what kind of cultivation this Dharma Protector had, so that he could have a comparison in his mind.

After the words of the Protector of the Blood God Sect fell, the surrounding villagers fell silent.

Village chief Zhao Fugui walked around, looking at this villager and that villager, and for a moment he couldn't bear to speak.

Zhao Fugui knew that once he asked a villager, under the supervision and pressure of the Blood God Sect's guardians, it almost meant that this villager or a member of the villager's family would be selected to go to the Blood God Sect.

For a long time, Zhao Fugui remained silent.

Sitting on the back of the eagle spirit beast, looking down at the villagers from a high position, the Protector of the Blood God Sect was getting a little impatient.

The reason why he personally took action this time was because the sect leader gave an order to bring more people back to the sect as soon as possible for the sect leader to practice the exercises.

As a small Dharma protector, how could he dare to neglect this matter?

He glanced sideways at the village chief Zhao Fugui who couldn't bear to complain, snorted coldly, waved his hand, and immediately the villagers fell to the ground, including Zhao Wujiang, and they all fell to the ground, vomiting blood from their mouths.

In an instant, under the ancient trees at the east end of Zhaojiacun, there was a wailing sound, and some people struggled to get up.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes lit up. The blow from the Blood God Sect protector seemed to break up the blockage in his body, which surprised him. Just as he was about to stand up, Zhao Fugui glared at him and hurriedly tried to press him down again.

Fall to the ground.

But before Zhao Fugui had time, Zhao Wujiang had already stood up.

Zhao Fugui's eyes suddenly became panicked. He was about to clasp his fists and explain something to the Protector of the Blood God Sect when he saw the Protector of the Blood God Sect pointing at Zhao Wujiang and the other villagers who were standing up one after another, and said coldly:
Chapter completed!