The first thing to do at this time is to rescue the disciples, and then deal with these inhumane bandits.
Jun Changxiao suppressed his anger and murderous intent and came to the end of the hall. Standing at the door were ten bandits. The aura around them seemed to have reached the seventh or eighth stage of opening the pulse.
"They should be the elites in Black Wind Village."
While thinking, he stepped into the hall. However, as soon as he walked in, he felt cold and stern eyes locked on him instantly.
There were eight warriors in the hall, with murderous intent in their brows.
"These people have at least ten levels of open pulse!" Jun Changxiao thought to himself.
"Boy."
A long-haired man with fair skin was half-lying on a chair and said with a smile: "You are so talented, you dare to kill people from my Black Wind Village."
A middle-aged man with a beard next to him said with raised eyebrows: "If it hadn't been for the boss's order, I would have torn off your head and played it as a ball!"
Jun Chang smiled and ignored it, and said with his hands behind his back: "I personally came to Montenegro to redeem a person, and the master sent these little bosses who can't eat dog meat to greet him. Is this the way to treat guests?"
"Damn it!"
"Dare you say we are dog meat!"
The eight warriors in the hall stood up angrily, their eyes flashing with murderous intent, and they had the urge to kill Jun Changxiao.
"Hahaha!"
Just at this moment, loud laughter came.
I saw a burly middle-aged man step in from the side door, then sit on the tiger leather seat, and said: "The leader of the king is here to make me, Black Wind Village Pengpi, shine."
"The boss!"
The eight warriors all said respectfully.
Jun Changxiao looked calm, but when he saw the vague spiritual energy gathering around the other party, he secretly said: "He must be a martial arts disciple."
Although martial disciples are only the second martial arts realm in the Starfall Continent, they are much stronger than those at the level of opening pulses.
In Jun Changxiao's memory, one martial artist is comparable to ten Kaimai Twelve Stages. With the blessing of high-level martial arts, it is easy to punch out a force of ten thousand kilograms.
Grandma's.
Facing a martial arts disciple is very stressful.
"The boss."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "I don't like nonsense. I came to Black Wind Village this time just to take my disciples away."
The headmaster raised a finger and said with a smile: "I, Zhou Tianba, don't beat around the bush. Each person's head is a hundred taels. If you pay Master Qian, you can take the person away at any time."
"One hundred taels?"
Jun Changxiao frowned and said, "It's a bit expensive."
He only had three hundred taels on him, and he could only redeem three of them with money.
Zhou Tianba said: "Zhou gave the lowest price for the sake of the king's leader. For other sects, the starting price would be at least two hundred taels per head."
"oh?"
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Do you know the head master and the head I appointed?"
Zhou Tianba leaned on his seat, recalling the past and said: "We met often in Xiaofeng Tower, and we can be considered senior kiln friends."
Kiln friends...
Jun Chang smiled and the corners of his mouth twitched.
In terms of feelings, this guy, like Master Wang, likes to visit romantic places.
"In that case."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Why don't you, for the sake of your fellow kiln friends, give Jun a little discount?"
"Hey."
"This guy thought he was selling vegetables at the market entrance, and he was still haggling?"
The eight little bosses sneered.
Zhou Tianba said: "Master Jun, how much cheaper can you accept?"
Jun Chang smiled and thought for a while and said, "Let's do this. Jun will take out one hundred taels, and the master will let all my disciples go."
If money could solve the problem, he would rather redeem his disciple first, then send him to a safe area, and then attack Heifeng Village alone.
"Ha ha!"
"One hundred taels? Is this guy farting?"
Several petty bosses laughed.
Zhou Tianba said with a sullen face: "Master Jun, the price you gave me is totally without sincerity."
Jun Changxiao shrugged helplessly and said: "We, the Tie Gu Zheng Zheng clan, are so poor that we can only give out one hundred taels to redeem people, so please be accommodating because we are kiln friends with Master Wang.
"
"Accommodating?"
Zhou Tianba snapped his fingers and said, "Okay."
Soon, two bandit men came out of the side door holding down a tied-up young man.
Jun Changxiao frowned.
That young man was the disciple he recruited in Qingyang City.
At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and it looked like he had been severely abused.
"Head..."
The young man discovered Jun Changxiao, hope flashed in his desperate eyes, and he weakly shouted: "Save me...save me..."
"Plop!"
Being thrown in front of a tiger-skin chair.
Zhou Tianba stepped on the young man's head and said with a smile: "Master Jun, if Zhou kills him today, it will be like one less person, so you don't need to pay more ransom."
Jun Changxiao's hands behind his back turned into fists, and anger emerged from his body.
As the leader of a sect, how can you just watch your disciples be humiliated!
"Don't...don't kill me..."
The young man seemed to feel the breath of death, and said in horror and helplessness: "Don't kill me, I don't want to die, don't kill me... I don't want to die... I am willing to join Black Wind Village! I am willing to work hard for you, please
Don’t kill me… don’t kill me!”
"Hahaha!"
"This kid is so cowardly!"
"Look, my crotch is wet. I must have peed myself because I was scared!"
The eight little bosses laughed unscrupulously.
Jun Changxiao's anger grew even stronger!
Oh shit.
Such a disrespectful person, what kind of disciple did he recruit?
"Puch-"
Zhou Tianba took out the long knife hanging in front of the chair, cut off the head of the young man who was begging for mercy, and said with a smile: "Master Jun, you are such a fearful person, I think Zhou will solve it for you, you should have no objection, right?"
"bite!"
"Sect members: 99/100."
The reminder that the number of members was decreasing rang in his ears. Jun Chang smiled and ignored it. He slowly raised his head to look at Zhou Tianba and said coldly, "I have an opinion!"
This sentence contains boundless anger.
The disciple behaved so greedily for life and fear of death, which made him very angry and disappointed. But after all, he was a strong-willed disciple. What right did outsiders have to kill him?
"Hey, this guy seems angry."
"Master, shouldn't you be grateful for helping him get rid of a disciple who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
The eight little bosses laughed disdainfully.
Ever since Jun came in with a smile, they didn't take him seriously.
Zhou Tianbo's eyes flashed with coldness, but he also took back the long knife and said with a smile: "Master Jun, what do you think?"
Jun Changxiao said coldly: "My disciples of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng sect, whether they are greedy for life or afraid of death, or have made big mistakes, only I can deal with them. Others have no right or qualification to interfere."
"Pfft haha!"
"Does this guy really think of himself as the leader?"
"A ninth-rate sect, even inferior to our Black Wind Village, dares to speak nonsense in front of the master. I'm really tired of living!"
Zhou Tianba put his hands together, rested his chin on the back of his palms and said, "So, Zhou is meddling in his own business?"
"Yes."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "You are meddling in other people's business."
The smile on Zhou Tianba's face disappeared, and his eyes became quite cold and stern.
When the eight little bosses saw this, they immediately realized that the boss was angry!
"Boy!"
The bearded man slapped the armrest and yelled angrily: "We, the bosses, are both from the world. Let's give this rubbish boss like you some face. Don't take yourself so damn seriously."
"Puch!"
Jun Changxiao held the Hanfeng Sword behind his back and thrust it into his chest.