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Several months have passed in a blink of an eye, and at this time, there is only one month left before the outer gate competition.

Since choosing the martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion, several geniuses who have made rapid progress have appeared among the outer disciples. For example, Murong Zhen, who has the highest cultivation speed among the outer sects, is already at the peak of the seventh stage of the battle qi, and can even break through to the eighth stage of the battle qi at any time.

As for other battle qi realms, there were more than ten people who reached the seventh stage, including Yun Ao, who always followed Murong Zhen.

And those who have reached the sixth and fifth stages of the war are even more numerous to list.

In just a few months, such a big advance has made many senior officials in the Xuanjian Sect shout that this generation of outer disciples is worthy of training.

As for Bai Yang, since he chose to enter the Dream Sutra in the Sutra Pavilion a few months ago, no one has ever paid attention to him.

A genius with blood withered blood is not worthy of much attention.

Bai Yang was so happy that no one paid attention to him. As usual, he woke up from his dream and completed his practice this morning. He felt the increasing civil war spirit in his body. He showed a smile on his lips, so he got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

He is now different from the past few months ago, but his daily habit of cooking in the kitchen cannot be changed. More importantly, he wants to share some things for Mr. Liu.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Mr. Liu saw Bai Yang from afar, so he went straight to him, lowered his voice and asked, "Boy, have you broken through?"

Bai Yang smiled and stretched out his hand, making a gesture without any problems.

Mr. Liu was stunned and then said ecstaticly: "Okay, now your battle energy level is in the seventh stage, right?"

Bai Yang nodded, then walked to his place to wash vegetables and cut vegetables. Old Mr. Liu was so angry that he went up and grabbed him, "What kind of food is there to cook when I am in the seventh section of the war? Why don't you hurry up and prepare the outer door competition?"

"I have no interest in sect competitions." Bai Yang shook his head. Since his blood withered, his personality has been changed invisibly, making him no longer as competitive as an ordinary boy.

"Then why are you practicing? Don't forget that practicing is to fight with people and with heaven. If you don't even have this fighting spirit, how should you move forward on the road of cultivation in the future?" Mr. Liu said with dissatisfaction.

Bai Yang stopped slightly, and a little hot look appeared in his eyes, but after a moment, he still said, "Even if I go to participate, I can't defeat those geniuses with family support."

"Hehe, don't forget, you used to be a better genius than them!" Mr. Liu patted Bai Yang's shoulder and was about to continue comforting him, but at this time a handyman came to him and whispered a few words in his ear, which changed his face slightly, and said to Bai Yang: "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he hurried out.

Bai Yang didn't think much about it and continued to cook quietly.

Now he has the seventh level of combat energy and his physical fitness is no longer as good as before. The work that was difficult for him to complete before is now so easy to do.

Until the last dish I made was taken away by a handyman, Bai Yang found that Mr. Liu had not come back. He was confused and walked out slowly.

"Manager Zhao, you can give me a few more days of gratitude. I really can't hand over this offering."

At the back door of the kitchen, Mr. Liu stood in front of a middle-aged man with a cold face, begging for mercy.

Behind the middle-aged man was Murong Zhen and Yun Ao!

"Old man, it's not that I'm not a favor, but look, the outer sect competition is about to begin. If you delay Master Murong's practice, will your life be enough to be compensated?" The middle-aged man with a cold face said sharply and sarcastically: "Cultivation also requires money. You use your idle monthly offerings to see your meager monthly payment, which proves that you still have value in utilization. If one day you lose value in utilization, you can only be swept out of the sect as garbage!"

"This, Manager Zhao, Young Master Murong, it doesn't matter if you just want me to have monthly payments, but if you want everyone in the kitchen, I really can't make the decision!" Mr. Liu gritted his teeth and whispered: "Manager Zhao, why don't you tolerate me for a few more days, I will definitely get enough offerings to hand over."

"How many days will you go? It's about to be a sect competition. How many days do you want me to let you go?" Manager Zhao kicked Mr. Liu away, then kicked him in the face again, causing Mr. Liu to snort in pain, and his eyes were black and curled up on the ground.

Then, Manager Zhao felt unhappy and kicked Mr. Liu several times one after another. Poor Mr. Liu, an ordinary person who cannot practice, was almost overwhelmed by Manager Zhao, who had the fifth level of war energy cultivation, but he had no ability to resist at all. He could only curl up and beg for mercy.

Manager Zhao kicked and beat him for a while, pointed at Mr. Liu who was lying on the ground and curled up, angrily, "You are like a dog. I think you are sitting in the kitchen and managing the affairs of the kitchen, making you proud!? Tomorrow I will suggest to Elder Zhao to drive you out of the sect. I want to see. Without you, the old dog, who dares not hand over the offerings in the kitchen!"

Mr. Liu's face was pale and sad in an instant.

Standing behind Manager Zhao, Murong Zhen and Yun Ao always acted like watching the show, and even Mr. Liu was kicked and beaten like a wild dog without making any noise.

For them, a mere kitchen manager who cannot practice is a slave who is worse than a dog. A slave or a inferior man, let alone a few kicks and hits him, what if he kills him?

Murong Zhen stared at Mr. Liu, who was trembling with his body, and smiled and said, "Old man, I am not an unreasonable person, I just have a monthly payment for one month, which cannot take the lives of those people. They are delicious food and drink in the sect, so where can they use money and resources? They are just sent home to raise those who cannot practice and have no use. Instead of wasting the monthly payment like this, it is better to hand it over to me. Are you right?"

At this time, Yun Ao also sneered and said, "I'm old, if you continue to swear, we don't know what Manager Zhao will do next."

"You can tolerate me for a few more days, please, let me for a few more days!" Old Mr. Liu suddenly got up, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the three of them.

The people in the kitchen were all outer disciples who had no hope of practicing. Most of their families were not rich, and their families tried their best to send them to the Xuanjian Sect just to find a good way out.

Because some senior officials of the Xuanjian Sect knew this, they did not send all the disciples who could not practice back to their hometowns. For example, the kitchen is a place to accommodate these disciples who do not have the talent for cultivation.

Xuanjian Sect is not short of money, so the monthly payments of these disciples are not shabby. The money they can send home every month is quite considerable, and those who have parents who want to raise at home make a living by doing this and work diligently for Xuanjian Sect.

But now, because the Xuanjian Sect explicitly prohibits the external sect competition from not having family power to intervene, Murong Zhen aims at these external sect servants who have no ability to resist in order to buy a magic medicine so that his combat energy can break through.

The reason why Mr. Liu insisted so much is that most of the people in the kitchen are in a difficult family, and even waited for monthly payments every month to treat their seriously ill relatives. If Murong Zhen took away the monthly payments of these people, what is the difference between killing people?

Therefore, Mr. Liu would rather be kicked, beaten and insulted, and be forced to kneel down and kowtow than give in.

I saw Mr. Liu's head hit the ground again, rubbing a layer of skin, and blood and tears flowed down the wrinkled face, extremely miserable.

"stop!"

Manager Zhao smiled grimly, raised his foot and stepped on Mr. Liu's head to try to crush it hard. Unexpectedly, a roar came from a distance, interrupting his movements.

Manager Zhao Yu Guang glanced at him and saw that he was a boy wearing an outer disciple's uniform, so he sneered even more: "Boy, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"

But his sneer was still hanging on his face, and the young man in the afterglow suddenly disappeared. Then a strong wind blew over his face. When Manager Zhao looked at him carefully, a gradually enlarged fist appeared in front of him!

Bang!

The fist hit Manager Zhao's face and made a muffled sound. A slight bone crack sounded from his face. Then, Manager Zhao, who was already the fifth section of Zhan Qi, flew backwards, like a rag pocket that was thrown out.

Bai Yang turned his fist and his face was full of anger!

He helped Old Man Liu up and stared at Murong Zhen and Yun Ao.

Murong Fu and Yun Ao looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"How could he become so strong?" Murong Zhen almost roared wildly in his heart.

A few months ago, Bai Yang was still the waste that everyone laughed at, but Manager Zhao, who could hit Zhan Qi Fifth Section, said he was a waste, who would believe it?

"Fortunately, fortunately, I can break through to the eighth section of the battle energy at any time now. If I were promoted to the nineth section before the competition, this guy would not become a variable."

Murong Fu thought of his trump card, and the panic in his heart gradually subsided.

"Uncle Liu, is it okay?" Bai Yang helped Uncle Liu up and asked in a low voice.

Mr. Liu shook his head and said tragically: "I am incompetent and I have implicated you all. Bai Yang, hurry up, go and apologize to Manager Zhao!"

Manager Zhao, who was knocked away at this time, had already climbed up. Bai Yang's punch just now collapsed his nose. At this time, not only was there blood flowing on his face, but the collapsed nose made him look a little ridiculous.

"Apology?!" He heard Mr. Liu's words, and he made a ferocious expression without caring about the pain on his face, and said angrily: "It's too late! I must tell my uncle that this little beast is worse than death!"

"Manager Zhao! The child is ignorant, don't be as knowledgeable as him!" Old Mr. Liu ignored his injuries and wanted to kneel down to plead for Manager Zhao, but Bai Yang stopped him and then stared at Manager Zhao like a wild beast.

He was really angry at this time.

"Little beast, I want you to die!" Manager Zhao hit Bai Yang's gaze and was also furious. He even ignored whether there was a gap in strength between the two. He forced the fighting spirit in his body, emitted a faint fluorescent light from his hands, and slapped Bai Yang round and slapped him.

Seeing this, Bai Yang did not hide at all. He also raised the fighting spirit in his body and kicked Manager Zhao in a head-on manner!

There seems to be a gap between the fifth section of the Battle Qi and the seventh section of the Battle Qi. Bai Yang can suppress Manager Zhao who has never practiced hard based on his own Battle Qi realm!

The two of them collided with each other and a crisp crack sounded. Manager Zhao's right arm was kicked off by Bai Yang's leg. Then the huge force kept kicking off his left arm. He was thrust by the power of the whip legs and turned around in circles, making a howling sound like a pig slaughtering sound in his mouth.

After Bai Yang kicked out his legs, his face became even more gloomy, as if he wanted to get angry and ended the person directly, but Old Mr. Liu grabbed him and shook his head and said, "You can't kill him. His cousin from afar is Elder Zhao of the Punishment Hall. If he dies, you will have big trouble!"

At this moment, Mr. Liu was still thinking about Bai Yang.

Bai Yang came to Xuanjian Sect for half a year, and only Mr. Liu was sincerely kind to him, so he also obeyed Mr. Liu very much.

As for the manager Zhao, who was kicked and his arms were kicked, he fainted in pain, lay on the ground and twitched, unconscious.

"Junior Brother Bai has such a high level of cultivation and handsome skills." Murong Zhen stood up at this time, slapped his hands, smiled, stared at Bai Yang's red eyes, and said lightly: "It's just that you are so cruel, it always goes against the harmony of heaven, and where do you put the rules of our Xuanjian Sect? What's the difference between you doing this and a person in the devil's way?"

Bai Yang looked at him without answering, but asked, "Is this person your dog?"

Murong Zhen's expression changed slightly. After all, he was also a young man and felt arrogant in his heart. Bai Yang's words were so direct that it was more like a slap in the face in front of him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

After Murong Zhen's expression changed several times, he suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "Manager Zhao has some friendship with his father, so he takes good care of me, but..."

Just as he had just said halfway, Bai Yang didn't talk much to him at all. He bowed his body and rushed out like a cheetah. He raised his hand and punched him in the face!

Murong Zhen had long been guarding against Bai Yang's sudden attack. Seeing this situation, his fighting spirit was running and he kicked Bai Yang!
Chapter completed!