Miao Tianjie has long been dissatisfied with the attitude of these handyman disciples. Every time they see these special disciples who directly join the outer sect of the Vinaya Sect as followers, they feel as if they have met their enemies.
They speak coldly or sarcastically, have a harsh and mean attitude, point fingers at them for no reason when completing tasks, and find excuses to deduct their merit points anytime and anywhere. Miao Tianjie has long wanted to beat them.
Over the past few days, Miao Tianjie has painstakingly studied the disciplines of disciples of the Vinaya Sect. The status of outer disciples is much higher than that of handyman disciples. For an outer disciple like him, even if he beats a handyman disciple, he will at most be fined. There will be no merit points...
Rolling up his sleeves, Miao Tianjie had just rushed in front of the handyman disciple, and the handyman disciple had already yelled.
"Senior Brother Xingdian please testify that I was just forced to defend myself and did not intend to offend my fellow outer disciples!"
With a loud roar, the handyman disciple flew past Miao Tianjie like the wind. The moment he passed by Miao Tianjie, he struck Miao Tianjie eighteen times with his elbows and knees. .
The punch was like thunder, and the punch was as powerful as a hammer, slamming into Miao Tianjie's flesh and bones, shattering dozens of bones in his body.
Miao Tianjie howled miserably, his body went limp, he fell to the ground and slid forward far away.
The handyman disciple who took action calmly stood up, patted his sleeves, and looked at Yin Feifei and the others with cold eyes.
"It's true that you are outer sect brothers, but your cultivation is not as good as mine. If you want to beat me, you have to be able to beat me."
The handyman disciple's words were full of disdain. He snorted softly and turned around to leave.
The fat on Yin Feifei's face trembled, and he slowly took a step forward.
"Even if there is something wrong with Xiao Miaozi, why do you have to be so ruthless?"
"It hurts his muscles and bones. He won't be able to move for at least two months."
The handyman disciple turned around and smiled coldly.
"He is still alive, so I have not violated the sect's laws. If you are dissatisfied, you can come and beat me!"
Yin Feifei's body trembled. He wanted to rush up and beat the handyman disciple, but he looked at Miao Tianjie who was lying on the ground and didn't even dare to twitch. He screamed in pain at the slightest movement of his body. He then Lost that courage.
Several disciples of the Penal Palace wearing blood-stained clothes with black beast heads tattooed on their sleeves, like ghosts, quietly turned out from behind a tree not far away. They looked at this side with great interest, and clenched their hands. Wearing a torture stick densely covered with barbs, he assumed the posture of watching a show.
The Vinaya sect has strict laws, but it does not prohibit disciples from fighting.
At this point, the Vinaya Sect is still very 'open'. As long as there are no too tragic conflicts with bloodshed and death, tens of thousands of sect members are seriously injured and tens of thousands of disciples die every year. This is not a big deal to the Vinaya Sect.
In the future, the disciples of the Vinaya Sect will travel around the world and monitor all directions. The people who are their enemies include dignitaries from aristocratic families, disciples of large sects, evil spirits and heretics, and even bandits and bandits. Every disciple of the Vinaya Sect has blood on his hands. Every Vinaya disciple has blood on his hands. The disciples all killed countless people.
Through a lot of fighting and fighting within the sect, the ferocious aura of the disciples of the Lu Zong was cultivated. This is something that the senior officials of the Lu Zong and even the Holy Dharma Sect have acquiesced in. In fact, the Holy Dharma Sect is still promoting this kind of conflict between disciples intentionally or unintentionally. fight.
Therefore, the disciples of the Hall of Punishment did not step forward to stop Yin Feifei, but simply stood aside and watched.
It was early in the morning, and people were coming in and out of the surrounding mansions. Some inner disciples also came out with their followers, folding their arms and looking here. Most of these people were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and they wished that the world would not be in chaos.
More lively aristocratic families.
Yin Feifei clenched his hands into fists and looked nervously at the handyman disciple. He took two steps forward, but before he could make a move, someone was already making a loud noise behind him.
"Fat man, damn fat man, beat him up!"
"As a disciple of the Vinaya Sect, you can't help but fight privately and beat him up!"
"Damn fat man, beat this damn face to death, Your Majesty, I will give you a penny."
Yin Feifei turned his head and saw in annoyance a few tender-skinned young men shaking their fists and shouting, making trouble.
He was so angry that he stamped his feet, and just as he was about to speak, the handyman disciple narrowed his eyes and rushed directly in front of him.
A heavy punch hit Yin Feifei's belly. Yin Feifei's belly was round and extremely fat. Almost the entire arm of the handyman disciple was punched into his belly. Yin Feifei howled miserably,
The round body was knocked into the air and crashed into Yin Feijie and the other three people behind him.
Yin Feixu, Yin Feijie, and Yin Feiyun stretched out their hands at the same time, supporting Yin Feifei in a panic.
Their six arms pierced Yin Feifei's back almost simultaneously, sinking deeply into his thick fat.
Yin Feifei's extremely elastic fat bounced up. The fat on his back bounced as he was retreating. He vomited blood and flew forward a few steps, and then he was slapped hard on the ground. His belly was too round.
, it was too big. After falling to the ground, it bounced heavily and fell back again.
Yin Feixu and the other three took a few steps back at the same time, and people nearby heard a "clicking" sound coming from their arms.
The handyman disciple sneered, pointed at Yin Feifei who fell on the ground, and sighed at the punishment hall disciples.
"Several senior brothers saw him. He stamped his feet and prepared to attack. Only then did the junior brothers fight back."
"His movements were too slow and his strength was too weak, so he was knocked down by me, my junior brother, before he could make a quick move."
The handyman disciple cleverly described Yin Feifei's stomping of his feet as a deliberate attack. Several disciples of the execution hall obviously agreed with his statement, nodding and smiling disapprovingly.
Yin Feixu was furious and scolded him sharply.
"What a fart!"
Yin Feixu and the others were not very angry when the handyman disciples severely injured Miao Tianjie just now. Miao Tianjie was not related to them and had no relationship with them.
But Yin Feifei was injured, and the three of them took action to support Yin Feifei at the same time.
This is a member of the family, a noble family member of the Yuanlu world. They may have disputes and even fights internally, but when dealing with the outside world, the family members are unanimous in their dealings with the outside world and rarely turn their swords inward.
But the strength of this handyman disciple was too strong, and Yin Feifei was knocked out. They held Yin Feifei up at the same time, but the other party sent a dark force through Yin Feifei's huge body, shaking the bones and muscles of his arms.
injured at the same time.
Hearing the strange behavior of the handyman disciple, Yin Feixu became angry and immediately scolded him without hesitation.
"How dare you! Do you think we are doing things unfairly?"
"You dare to question the disciples of the Hall of Punishment, are you going to rebel?"
Several disciples from the execution hall rushed forward, and two of them, who were very familiar with each other, grabbed Yin Feixu's shoulders. The other pulled out a long wooden board made of iron wood from his waist and pointed it at Yin Feixu's shoulder.
His face just twitched all over.
The sound of 'pah pah pah' was like thunder. The disciples of Xingdian were very good at slapping their mouths. They used great strength in their hands. Yin Feixu was hit so hard that his head was thrown around, and he received ten slaps in the blink of an eye.
Yin Feixu's face quickly swelled and turned purple, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth spurted out.
The disciple who took action pointed at Yin Feixu's nose with the wooden board in his palm and warned in a cold tone.
"Go back well and study the laws of our sect. Disciples of the Hall of Punishment. There is no doubt about it. Anyone who violates it, hehe!"
Several punishment hall disciples sneered a few times. They looked at Yin Feiyun and Yin Feijie fiercely, then turned around and left.
To them, it was just a small punishment for a few outer disciples who didn't know whether to live or die. What did it mean?
The handyman disciple bowed deeply to several execution hall disciples with a smile on his face. The flattering smile on his face was simply disgusting.
After several execution hall disciples left, the handyman disciple straightened up and came out with a dead face again. He pointed at Miao Tianjie and Yin Feifei who were lying on the ground, and then pointed at his face covered with blood.
Yin Feixu laughed mockingly.
"I kindly remind you that if you fail to complete the task of three hundred cauldrons of rosin firewood today, each of you will have two merit points deducted."
"Tsk, tsk, how many merit points have you saved now?"
With a few proud sneers, the handyman disciple walked proudly to another mansion and threw a mission statement to a few young men and women standing in front of the door.
Deliberately squeezing out a sharp voice, the handyman disciple spoke in a weird voice.
"You have to be careful, don't learn some unflattering things. If you break the sect's rules, you will suffer the consequences yourself."
Miao Tianjie, who was lying on the ground beside him, suddenly raised his head. Regardless of the severe pain of broken bones all over his body, he howled with a lung-splitting roar.
"Young man, you have the guts to leave a name for yourself. Young Master, I have never suffered like this before!"
The handyman disciple sneered, turned around and pointed fiercely at Miao Tianjie.
"I'm waiting! I'm waiting for you to take revenge!"
"If you don't come, you're just a son of a bitch."
"You won't change your name in work, and you won't change your surname in office. Junior brother is just a first-class handyman disciple, and Luo Tianguang is the one."
After announcing his name with a sneer, Luo Tianguang turned around and left, continuing to distribute the tasks assigned to them today to the followers of the inner disciples he was responsible for.
For Luo Tianguang, handing out these task books every morning is also a sect task given to him by the sect. The task is not heavy, but the reward is very rich, with ten merit points each time, which is easier than completing other tasks.
Much more enjoyable.
"Luo Tianguang!"
Yin Feixu gritted her teeth and repeated the name fiercely.
Yin Feiyun and Yin Feijie did not say a word, but carefully carried Yin Feifei who was vomiting blood and Miao Tianjie who was suffering from fractures back to the yard.
Miao Tianjie was fine, but Yin Feifei caused them a lot of trouble. His weight didn't matter, but his size was too big. Yin Feiyun and Yin Feijie worked together to defeat him with great difficulty.
Drag it back.
Qing Ling was cooking meat porridge in the kitchen. She stood by the pot and used a long-handled spoon to scoop up a little bit of the porridge from time to time to test the taste.
Qing Ling, who was shaking her head, was deeply intoxicated by the delicious meat porridge. She was about to ask Yin Feifei and others to have breakfast before going to work, when she heard the sound of Yin Feifei vomiting blood loudly in the yard.
hurriedly dropped the spoon and rushed out of the kitchen. Qing Ling saw Yin Feifei covered in blood, and then looked at Yin Feixu's bruised and swollen face. She picked up her skirt and went to Yin Xuuge's retreat room.
Run away.
"Master, Master, it's not good, Fatty Fatty and Liu Xu'er were both injured."
"And that naughty little seedling was beaten as hard as a dead dog."
"Master, Master, how many eggs are Fatty and the others going to use to reduce swelling this time?"
"The eggs here are very valuable. It only takes five copper coins to buy an egg. The people selling eggs in the Vinaya are so evil."
Before Yin Feiyun and Yin Feijie could stop him, Qing Ling had already grabbed a wooden stick and hit the quiet room door where Yin Xuuge was retreating with a bang. (To be continued...)