"Haha, there are so many disciples who have made breakthroughs in foundation building recently. It's a blessing for the sect! Come with me." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile. After looking at Dongfang Zimo up and down for a few times, he walked into the hall.
Dongfang Zimo followed him obediently.
After registering, the old man handed Dongfang Zimo a storage bag.
"Here are the rewards that every advanced foundation-building monk will receive. Spiritual stones, magic weapons, and identity tokens are all in it." The old man said amiably.
"Thank you, senior brother!" Dongfang Zimo took the storage bag with joy.
"We are all from the same sect, so there is no need to be so polite. Besides, you deserve this." The old man nodded and was very impressed by Dongfang Zimo's humble attitude.
After Dongfang Zimo chatted with the old man for a few words, he said goodbye and left the Jin Temple.
Dongfang Zimo was flying in the air and was thinking about his next plan. Suddenly his heart moved and he looked down in a certain direction.
"It's actually these people..." Dongfang Zimo said to himself in slight surprise.
"Hmph! Well, since we met, we should avenge our previous hatred!" Dongfang Zimo snorted coldly, turned around and flew downwards.
Yang Hu, the three of them, and several female disciples were sitting cross-legged under a big tree, seeming to be exchanging something, and women's laughter could be heard from time to time.
A man with a face full of freckles was suddenly attracted by something. He looked up and saw Dongfang Zimo flying toward them with his sword.
"Huh? What does this person want to do?"
The sparrow-spotted man's cry immediately attracted the attention of the others.
Yang Hu heard the sound and looked around, but when he saw Dongfang Zimo looking at him with a sneer, he was startled at first and then became furious.
"Boy! Did you come here to avenge the past?" Yang Hu stood up from where he was, looking angry.
"Oh? Are you teasing the female disciples from other halls here again? Didn't those people before look enough?" Dongfang Zimo stood in the air, with his hands behind his hands, looking down at the people below.
He first glanced at the unfamiliar female disciples, and then stared at Yang Hu with cold eyes.
When the three female disciples from other halls heard this, they were a little shy at first, but after hearing Dongfang Zimo's last words, their expressions changed and they stared at Yang Hu and others.
"Boy! Don't talk nonsense. How dare you disturb me and Yaxing...ah!" Yang Hu wanted to go up and pull Dongfang Zimo down, but he was shocked when he saw the other party's unfathomable magic power.
After careful inspection, he was horrified to discover that Dongfang Zimo was already a foundation-building monk.
"Foundation-Building Monk! Run!" Yang Hu yelled, turning around and running away as if he had seen something terrible.
The freckle-faced man and the Confucian man didn't know what was going on at first, but when they heard the words "Foundation Establishment Monk", they knew what was going on, and one by one they summoned their iron swords and ran away.
"You know that I am a foundation-building monk and you still want to escape? Are you despising me?" Dongfang Zimo's originally sneer face suddenly turned gloomy.
He raised his hand and waved, and a ray of light shot out.
After the light flew out, it turned into a rope and directly tied the three people together.
Without the stimulation of mana, the three of them fell directly from the air.
Fortunately, the distance was not high, and the fall only caused a severe head injury and no life-threatening injuries.
"I didn't expect that the magic weapon given by Jin Temple was quite practical." Dongfang Zimo was very satisfied when he saw this situation.
The rope was called the Demon Binding Rope. Dongfang Zimo originally wanted to try out the effect of this new magic weapon, but he didn't expect it to be surprisingly useful.
Seeing these three people lying on the ground, wailing and yelling, with silver-white ropes tied around their bodies, they were struggling non-stop.
Several women on the side were so frightened by this scene that they did not dare to move, so they had to stand there silently with pale faces.
"I've met senior brother..."
As soon as Dongfang Zimo landed on the ground, several pleasant voices said softly.
These female disciples looked at Dongfang Zimo respectfully, bowed their heads and saluted.
Dongfang Zimo just glanced at these female disciples indifferently, ignored them and went straight to Yang Hu and others.
"Let me go! You're a murderer. Why are you attacking me secretly? What kind of skill do you think you have!" When Yang Hu saw Dongfang Zimo approaching, he couldn't help but cursed.
"This is a sect, don't you want to violate the sect's rules?"
"Don't think that if I build a foundation, we will be afraid of you. If you beat us, you will suffer, hahaha!"
The sparrow-spotted man and the Confucian man also shouted angrily.
"We have come to this point and you are still not convinced." Dongfang Zimo said in a serious tone.
"Hmph!" As if he heard the murderous intent in Dongfang Zimo's tone, Yang Hu snorted coldly and stopped talking.
"Yang Hu, you bullied me over and over again, and I endured over and over again, but you went the extra mile and united with others to take my life. Even if I kill the three of you today, I will not be guilty!"
Dongfang Zimo said sternly. A flash of light flashed in his palm, and a silver spear was held in his hand and fell heavily to the ground.
Yang Hu was frightened by the sound. He believed that Dongfang Zimo really dared to kill them.
"Wait! Don't, don't kill us! We have realized our mistake and spared my life!" Yang Hu was so frightened that his spine went cold and he cried for mercy.
When the two people around him saw that Yang Hu was wilted, they realized something and immediately broke out in cold sweat, crying and begging for forgiveness.
Dongfang Zimo turned a deaf ear to these pleas for mercy, and just stood there silently, seeming to be thinking about something.
This made Yang Hu and others scream for a quarter of an hour, and they did not stop until their throats became hoarse.
Seeing that Dongfang Zimo remained silent, Yang Hu felt that he had been tricked. Although he was angry, he dared not speak out.
At this moment, Dongfang Zimo put away the silver spear in his hand, looked at them with a sneer, and said: "It's not impossible to spare your lives, as long as you slap each other's ears until I'm satisfied."
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When the three of them heard this, they looked at each other in embarrassment.
"What? Do you want me to take your lives?" Dongfang Zimo said with a serious expression on his face.
"No, no, no! Let's fight, let's fight!" The three of them shook their heads like drums, not daring to disobey Dongfang Zimo's words.
After Dongfang Zimo took back the rope that bound the demon, the three of them hesitated for a moment. However, at Dongfang Zimo's urging, the Confucian man gritted his teeth, raised his palm and slapped the nearest Yang Hu.
"You kid, you're serious!" Yang Hu was beaten so hard that he almost fell backwards. He shouted angrily as the Confucian man raised his hand and slapped him.
The three of them fought extremely hard, and even Dongfang Zimo on the side couldn't help but wonder if these people were acting with resentment.
Within a short time, the three of them were beaten with bruises and bruises on their noses and faces.
The few female disciples who had been paying attention here were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe.
Originally, Dongfang Zimo wanted to kill these three people to avenge the encirclement and suppression that day.
But he had no choice but to give up this idea. After all, he wanted to stay in the Yang clan in Hechuan for a long time. It would be troublesome to kill these three people.
In addition, there is a certain amount of power behind Yang Hu, and killing this person will definitely cause trouble in the future.