The two deacons of the Zhao family strode forward, one on the left and the other on the right to hold the man.
This is a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a thin build and a gloomy look. He is Zhao Lian.
I saw a nervous look on his face, and shouted to one of them: "Brother Yuqian, you, what are you doing!"
The two ignored him, locked his pulse door, and dragged him in front of the nanny.
Zhao Lian looked at the great elder and the tearful Zhao Yuer next to him in panic. His heart skipped a beat and he realized that the matter had been revealed.
Why was it exposed? He was confused.
According to his estimation, everyone teleported separately when they left the secret realm, and Yang Zhen appeared and disappeared. Who can think of the reason.
Even if it is guessed that it is a problem with the token, it is just an accident. The ten elders are still in front of the investigation.
What can he do in the early stages of his Qi training?
Besides, this kind of thing has happened before, and in the end it was nothing.
He has thought about this matter many times, and he is 90% sure that he can kill that annoying guy without involving himself too much.
This gave him the confidence to take action.
However, looking at his posture today, he directly recognized what he had done.
Did something happen?
"Zhao Lian——" Mammy stared at him and uttered two words coldly.
"I -" Zhao Lian trembled. He originally wanted to say that you have no basis for arresting me, but he also wanted to explain that he did not do it. However, when faced with the awe-inspiring aura of a peak-level Foundation Builder, he just said one sentence
I can’t tell.
He drooped his head and looked gloomy.
"Take them under custody and hand them over to the law enforcement elders." Grandma waved her hand, not hiding her disgust.
The two men responded and escorted him to Zhao's residence.
"Wait a minute," Zhao Lian asked loudly, as if waking up from a dream: "Yang Zhen, where is Yang Zhen! Is he out yet?"
"He hasn't come out yet." It was the tenth elder who spoke.
"Didn't come out? Haha, okay, okay!" Zhao Lian laughed suddenly, as if he was crazy:
"That bitch, he will stay in the secret realm and never come out for the rest of his life, ha——"
The sound stopped suddenly, obviously someone had gagged her mouth.
Grandma's face was extremely ugly. She suddenly slapped the ground hard, and the several-foot-long table immediately turned into powder.
"Villain, scum!"
"Mommy——" Zhao Yuer called out.
"Don't worry, Little Shitou will be fine." Grandma comforted her.
"What's going on?" A woman whispered from behind.
But it was Zhao Ying, Zhao Yuqiao and others who formed a team with several monks from their family. They had gained a lot in the wild these days. They were all happy, but they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
"This guy deliberately broke Xiao Shitou's teleportation token so that he couldn't get out." The answer was Zhao Yuzhu. He came out earlier and had already gotten the general idea from others.
"What!" Zhao Ying screamed, and her face turned pale instantly.
Caiyun glanced at her in surprise and said nothing.
……
These things in the Zhao family have not attracted much attention. Which family does not have some messy things?
More and more people came out, and sometimes there were bursts of laughter.
For example, the appearance of Dai Miaocheng made the steward of the Dai family feel relieved, stroking his beard and smiling happily.
There are also some familiar friends, such as Dai Miaoying and Wang Shaoyu, who came together to inquire about Yang Zhen.
This makes Zhao Yue'er even more worried.
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the square, and someone shouted loudly: "The disciples of the sect are back!"
Immediately, dozens of spiritual consciousnesses peered through the curtain and looked into the platform.
Yin Nanxing, Mu Tianlu, Fan Mei, Fan Zhong and other disciples appeared in the teleportation array one by one.
"One, two...seventeen, eighteen, hey, there are eighteen people in total, and there are only ten disciples in the sect. This is a big loss!" Someone commented while counting.
"It's not that bad," someone retorted: "Two of them have come back, and one junior sister heard that she left by parachute, so she didn't go with them."
"Hey, that's six people missing. Six disciples died at once, which is rare in the Xu Kingdom in recent years."
"Yes, yes," someone sighed: "I don't know how they harvested it."
While talking, I saw that these disciples had taken off their storage bags one after another and handed them to different tables for inspection.
"Shui Juanhua, Golden Lingguo, Phoenix Flower...Junior Brother Mu, why are they all ordinary spiritual herbs? Where are the ones designated by the sect?" A disciple asked Mu Tianlu next to him while counting.
"Senior brother, the important gains this time are all with Senior Brother Yin." Mu Tianlu replied.
"Oh." The disciple suddenly became curious and turned his attention to another place.
"Fire pomegranate fruit, sixty-six pieces, six thousand six hundred points..."
"..."
"Senior Brother Yin, the total is 42,700 points, which is a bit low!" The people counting here are two foundation-building disciples. They have also been to this secret realm in previous years and know its value well.
"Something happened in Xiaolang Mountain, and nothing was found. These are the results of the concerted efforts of fellow disciples at other collection points in the next few days." Yin Nanxing looked dejected.
Regarding Xiaolangshan's incident, the two disciples who came out earlier must have reported the truth, so there is no need for him to hide it.
"How many of our classmates have been broken?" asked another person.
"Five, five people!" Yin Nanxing said hesitantly: "This time the sect..."
The man looked around and suddenly said in his ear: "Your ancestor is here."
"Really!" Yin Nanxing was overjoyed. With his ancestor here, everything would be easier.
The gloom on my face was instantly wiped away, and I was in a mood to look around.
"Has a boy named Yang Zhen come out?" he asked this senior brother who was friendly to him.
"Yang Zhen? Oh! Don't you know about him? His transmission token was deliberately destroyed by enemies in his family. I heard that he might not be able to get out."
"Really?" Yin Nanxing was surprised and happy that such a thing happened.
"This guy is very popular! Haha!" He couldn't help it and almost threw his head back and laughed.
But then he thought of something: This guy wouldn't grab the token of the casual cultivator, would he?
In his storage bag, there was a teleportation token for a casual cultivator, which came from the fellow Taoist Chu who was killed by him.
Thinking of this, he didn't leave in a hurry and just stayed on the platform, waiting leisurely for the arrival of Youshi.
The unitary hour has finally arrived.
The teleportation array flashed continuously, and at once more than a dozen people appeared in the array, all of them casual cultivators.
"All casual cultivators are under guard for the time being and await the sect's disposal!" A deep and majestic voice came from a distance.
"What?" These originally high-spirited casual cultivators suddenly exploded.
However, the aura in the distance clearly came from the monks of Zifu, and some people even heard that it was the master of Yunqing Palace and the people from Sichuan. No one dares to move if the master speaks.
One by one, under the care of the sect disciples, they walked honestly to the sect’s headquarters.
At this time, the teleportation array was still flashing, sending out casual cultivators one after another.
Another person teleported out, but it was a lanky man whose whole body was tied up with fairy ropes and hemp ropes. His breath was weak and his face was purple.