The whole group of people were all dumbfounded. They rushed over to elect someone to be the leader of the alliance. It didn't matter that they couldn't even get a meal. In the end, they had to work in vain to build eight buildings that were no less than the main hall. Deputy Palace, this is not an easy task.
Although everyone is a cultivator and has abilities beyond ordinary people, cultivators are not masons after all. Anyone who comes out of the womb can build a house.
Master Fengfeng has a arrogant expression. In his opinion, since I have become the boss of the cultivation world, you have to listen to me. Yes, I have said that I will ensure that you will not be bullied by others, except me. I am the leader of the alliance, and it is appropriate to bully the people below.
Besides, I assign tasks to you because I think highly of you.
The disciple next to him continued to speak loudly: "The alliance leader told me that it takes three days to build a palace, and eight of them are twenty-four days."
Everyone gasped, it was a dream to finish eight halls in twenty-four days.
"The alliance leader also said that this time must be advanced and cannot be postponed, so I have decided to give you sixteen days." The disciple also had a arrogant look on his face, and his tone of voice was very similar to that used when lecturing a grandson.
A sect leader said cautiously: "This is too difficult. No one is proficient in this work, and it will definitely be a waste of time. Why doesn't the leader give you a few more days, but reduce it by eight days?"
The disciple said very rudely: "Have you seen this main hall? It only took us three days, and it was just our sect. Now there are more than twenty sects, and there are also a lot of casual cultivators. You can't be slower than us."
Master Feng finally spoke and hummed: "That's right, I not only require speed, but also quality, especially the materials used. It must not be worse than this hall, otherwise, you will be prepared to walk around without food."
A cultivator couldn't bear it any longer and said angrily: "Master Dingfeng, you are going too far. We are cultivators and fellow practitioners of your Xiaoyao Sect, not slaves."
The old immortal raised his eyebrows and hummed: "What do you mean, you don't want to listen to me."
"Although you are the leader of the alliance, we are all free people, so why should we accept your orders?" the man said angrily.
Master Fengfeng smiled: "I'll tell you why."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shuttle-shaped magic weapon flew out and hit the man's belly very quickly.
Bang...
After a shocking loud noise, the man ended up completely destroyed physically and mentally.
Master Fengfeng said calmly: "Now you know why. If anyone still has questions, you might as well ask them together, and this alliance leader will give you an answer."
Everyone was shocked and speechless. With one attack, the senior cultivator was beaten to death physically and mentally. No one dared to say a word "no".
They had to lower their heads and look submissive.
"Hmph, there are so many people in this world who don't know themselves. If you don't fight, you won't be honest." The old man snorted, and then said: "Since you all agree, let's leave. We are about to start the celebration banquet. Don't stay here. An eyesore.”
Everyone filed out, with the same expression of grief and anger on their faces, but no one dared to say anything openly and could only suppress their anger.
They miss the Inspector very much. Although she is also aggressive and decisive, at least she is a reasonable person. Looking at the old monster at the top, she simply does not treat people as human beings.
After administering the poison, Mr. Qin wandered over. Seeing the strange expressions of these people, he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Why are you all coming out?"
The person in question glared at him and walked away, and no one else spoke.
"It's strange. Did your father die? Did you die together? Or was your concubine slept with someone else? Or maybe you found out that your son is not your biological son." He said with a smile.
A group of people were not angry at all, and they all pretended not to hear.
I wiped it. It was really strange. Was it because what I just said was not damaging enough? How could it be possible?
Walking behind was a relatively young cultivator. The expression of grief and anger on this guy's face was the most serious. Qin Feng grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice: "What on earth happened."
Although the man lowered his voice, he could still clearly hear the element of anger in it: "The old immortal Hundan asked everyone to help him build a palace. Everyone is responsible for the materials and labor. It doesn't matter if he doesn't care about the food. I still feel We are an eyesore and have driven everyone out. The Xiaoyao Sect is going to hold a celebration banquet. What do they think? Even if they are animals, they still have to be fed."
He immediately understood that Dingren Zhenren's ruthlessness was down to his bones, and he was even better than the beautiful inspector.
However, you Xiaoyao faction will not be happy soon. You will probably die if you drink the wine that I have mixed with ingredients.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be happy.
The cultivator who was being held by his arm glared: "Fellow Taoist, what do you mean? Do you really think that if you offer a magic weapon to the leader, he will look at you differently? Stop dreaming, your fate will definitely be the same as ours."
"What the same." Mr. Qin was stunned.
The man shook off his hand and hummed: "You will build a palace with us and be treated like cattle and horses."
"Hehe, don't worry, it won't happen." He smiled mysteriously. The Xiaoyao Sect was going to disappear soon, so what use was the palace?
Soon, the aroma of cooking came from the direction of the kitchen, and a group of disciples started to work, bringing all kinds of prepared mountain delicacies to the main hall, and fine wines were also delivered continuously.
There are no empty seats in the main hall, and those who can sit here are all prominent figures from the Xiaoyao Sect.
There was unconcealed joy on Master Feng's face. While he was rejoicing, he also felt sorry for his decision to retreat for more than three hundred years. It would have been better if he had come out a day earlier. In the future, he must enjoy life and make the most of what he has not gained in the past. Make up for everything you have arrived.
The two disciples looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and said with a smile: "Old Ancestor, this junior has prepared better wine for you, please accept it."
After saying that, the two of them turned their palms over, and two exquisitely crafted blue and white porcelain altars appeared in front of them.
"Oh, there is better wine, let's take a look." The old man said happily.
The two of them each held an altar and walked over together.
After patting open the mud seal, a strong aroma of wine came out. Lao Immortal praised: "It is indeed a good wine. You two are very filial."
"That's right, of course the good things must be dedicated to you, ancestor, and we, the younger generation, are not blessed to enjoy them."
"Haha, after this celebration banquet is over, I will personally guide you two in your cultivation." The old immortal never forgot to say to everyone: "If you have any good things, you might as well give them all to me. I will not treat you badly." Yours."