The group of people was dragged and led to the steps of the sect.
Ye Fan looked up and saw what a towering and domineering sect.
There are thousands of steps made of jade alone, and each step is carved with various patterns.
In front of the eight-open gate, hundreds of disciples wearing white clothes and holding swords are practicing swordsmanship.
The sect's buildings are even more towering into the sky, surrounded by countless houses and pavilions.
At this time, the man in the cloak said arrogantly: "The fact that you can see this sect is a blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life. Come, take these slaves and enter through the side door at the back."
"Then wash them clean and find some clothes that can show off to others. I will let them be suffocated to death along the way!"
Ye Fan had no feelings for this cloaked man.
My current identity is that of a slave. The most important thing is that I can find a place to stay and slowly recover my memory.
As for anything else, there is no need to think about it now.
They took a bath, changed clothes, and someone brought them a meal.
When Ye Fan saw those steamed buns, he really felt a little hungry, so he picked them up and stuffed them into his mouth.
After other slaves saw it, they also started to snatch it.
A few steamed buns were not enough to eat, so Ye Fan turned around and grabbed another steamed bun.
But everyone looked at him fiercely. One of them, a round-faced guy, said coldly: "How much do you want to eat? We are not full yet. Do you want to eat it all by yourself?"
This sentence seemed to touch a certain nerve in Ye Fan's mind, causing the murderous aura in Ye Fan's body to erupt instinctively.
Although he has lost his memory, his cultivation and strength are still there.
Now even Ye Fan himself doesn't know that his murderous intention is almost the same in substance.
The moment it erupted, all the tables and chairs around it shattered to the ground, and even the steamed buns rolled to the ground with crackles.
The slaves around him were frightened and took a step back, looking at Mark in shock.
Everyone, including Lei Ye, was stunned by the momentum Ye Fan burst out.
But Ye Fan didn't care about this at all. He picked up a few steamed buns, wiped off the soil on them, and continued to eat.
Now only Lei Ye dares to get close to him.
The others were frightened and at a loss.
Lei Ye stuffed his own steamed buns into Ye Fan and said in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? Why is your aura so scary?"
Ye Fan didn't say anything, he just swallowed the bun quickly.
Because even he himself didn't know that he was just angry, and then his body would burst out with such power.
He himself wanted to know what the purpose of this was, but he couldn't remember anything in his mind.
At this moment, the sect's butler, surrounded by a group of people, walked into the room.
This guy had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a treacherous look on his face. Ye Fan felt disgusted just by looking at him.
The butler looked down and saw that the table and chairs were broken. He laughed evilly and said gloomily: "Did you smash the tables and chairs?"
Everyone knew that Ye Fan was powerful and were afraid of provoking him.
And they are all slaves who have just come here. If they say anything wrong, they may get a beating.
So everyone bowed their heads and remained silent.
The butler flicked his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Are you all mute? If that's the case, then as a punishment you won't have anything to eat tonight."
"Now go to work with me, and remember not to let me see you being lazy, otherwise I will kill you. You are all slaves who are worse than pigs and dogs, and your lives are not as valuable as the steamed buns you eat.
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"If you dare to disobey me, I will kill you anytime, anywhere. Take them to work immediately!"
The servants who came with the housekeeper were also very showy. Each one picked a slave and went to the place of work.
The person who chose Ye Fan was a middle-aged man.
He took Ye Fan to the firewood shed in the backyard, pointed to a pile of wood, and coldly ordered: "Chop all these firewood for me, and then fill them with water."
"Don't be lazy. I will come over to see you anytime and anywhere. If you let me know that you are lazy, I will definitely beat you to death!"
Ye Fan didn't say anything and picked up the ax on the ground.
The blade of the ax was almost worn out, making it impossible to chop firewood.
The middle-aged man just snorted coldly and left the woodshed with his hands behind his back.
Ye Fan placed a piece of wood on the ground, picked up the ax and chopped it down.
But the ax didn't matter. Uncontrollable power burst out with the axe, splitting the entire woodshed in half.
The man who had just walked out of the backyard came back in a hurry when he heard the sound.
Looking at the collapsed woodshed in front of him, he was so frightened that he trembled all over.
This woodshed was only repaired a few days ago, because the sect competition will be held in the past few days, and the sect leader Konggu Enchao ordered the sect to be renovated inside and out.
But the woodshed collapsed again. If the housekeeper knew about it, he would definitely be blamed.
When the time comes, a whipping will definitely be inevitable.
He looked at Ye Fan again fiercely.
At this time, Ye Fan also looked confused. He could actually chop down a woodshed with his axe. His power was really too powerful.
At this moment, the housekeeper and others came to the backyard.
He sneered and asked angrily: "How come the woodshed that was just repaired fell down? Did you do it if it was repaired?"
The man immediately knelt down on the ground, pointed at Ye Fan, and said through gritted teeth: "How can any cultivator have the guts to do this? It's this guy. He was not satisfied with me letting him chop wood here, so he used an ax to destroy the woodshed.
Cut down!"
The housekeeper thought clearly, how could an ordinary slave cut down the woodshed? It was clearly this Youxiu who was talking nonsense.
However, this Youxiu is usually quite obedient to him, and when he receives the salary from the sect, he will also respect and respect himself.
And that Ye Fan is nothing more than a slave, so it is absolutely reasonable for him to take charge of this.
So, the housekeeper looked at Ye Fan coldly and cursed fiercely: "You damn slave, you dare to disobey our arrangements. I think you are looking for death."
"Come here, beat this guy to death with a stick!"
As soon as the words fell, the servants behind the housekeeper immediately rushed towards Ye Fan.
But at this moment, a deep voice sounded from behind everyone.
"Stop it all!"
Everyone looked back and immediately fell to their knees in fright, shouting in unison: "See Young Sect Master!"
Ye Fan also looked at the young man.
He is about the same age as himself. He is dressed in white and has long black hair hanging on his shoulders. He looks a bit delicate, especially the little red sand between his eyebrows, which gives him an air of immortality.
