There was silence in the wooden house. Yang Daqiang, who was kneeling on the ground, wanted to admit his mistake, but he was unwilling to accept the punishment, let alone cut off his hands. His lowered head was full of hatred, and he wanted his grandfather to order Luo Chen to be killed, but
When I think about the power of the Demon Hunting Divine Spear and Luo Chen's identity as a visiting immortal, I can't help but feel timid in my heart.
Luo Chen is so smart. There is no way to hide what Yang Daqiang is thinking from him. Originally, he just planned to teach the other party a lesson, but now that he has discovered that the other party is still persistent in his evil intentions, that is another matter.
Except for the village chief Yang Dalong and the elders of Qingyang Village, the villagers all supported punishing Yang Daqiang to calm Luo Chen's anger.
In the face of crisis, everyone will only act wisely to protect themselves. If Yang Dalong hadn't been Yang Daqiang's grandfather, he would definitely do the same.
Looking at all this, Luo Chen seemed to understand something. This is the sorrow of ordinary mortals. Their destiny is controlled by the strong. They seem to be carefree on weekdays, but in fact they have no ability to deal with crises.
Luo Chen became more determined in his decision to stay in Qingyang Village and be an ordinary person to understand the mysteries of the sword. The mysteries of the sword are definitely not simple, and it is impossible to understand them without using extraordinary methods.
"Village Chief!" Luo Chen looked at Yang Dalong, forcing the other party to make an absolute decision, otherwise he wouldn't mind taking action easily.
"Exalted Immortal!" Yang Dalong naturally didn't want to, and he knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face and kept kowtowing.
Luo Chen snorted coldly, without any mercy in his heart. If he was not a disciple of Luo Shen Sect, but just an ordinary person, then he would be the one who would have his hands cut off now, and would be expelled from Qingyang Village and lose his life.
Yang Dalong knew that he couldn't do anything, so he just cut off his hands. If Luo Chen was unhappy, it might be his head.
"Hey!" Yang Dalong shook his head. It was too late to regret at this time.
"Grandpa!" Yang Daqiang looked up at his grandfather, his eyes full of fear.
"Bastard, you caused all this yourself, so you should bear it yourself!" Yang Dalong snorted coldly, raised his knife and cut off Yang Dalong's left arm.
Bang!
When his arm fell to the ground, Yang Daqiang fainted from the pain. When the clan elders and villagers saw this, they became even more afraid of Luo Chen.
"Exalted Immortal, please give me a thin face and cut off only one arm!" Yang Dalong knelt on the ground, still looking the same as before.
Luo Chen is not a mean person, he just did this to teach Yang Daqiang a lesson, to give Qingyang Village a warning, and to put him in the eyes of this visiting immortal.
"Everyone, go down!" Luo Chen nodded.
"Thank you so much, Immortal." Yang Dalong was overjoyed and quickly thanked him, as did all the elders and villagers.
Yang Dalong took the unconscious Yang Daqiang and other members out of the wooden house, leaving only Luo Chen and Fu Ronger.
Ever since Luo Chen revealed his identity as a disciple of the Luo Shen Sect, the surprise appeared on Fu Ronger's face, and it has not disappeared until now.
She knew that Luo Chen had an unusual origin, but she didn't expect that he turned out to be an immortal who came to visit him, a person from a completely different world than her.
"Brother Luochen, no, the Immortal." Fu Ronger knelt down with a plop. This was the etiquette for meeting the Immortal.
"Miss Fu, please get up!" Luo Chen hurriedly stepped forward to help Fu Ronger up. "Miss Fu has saved my life, so there is no need to salute."
Fu Ronger reluctantly stood up, her expression on her face was no longer pure, mixed with many expressions such as fear and fear.
Luo Chen sighed secretly, knowing that nothing could be changed. Mortals in the world have an innate fear of warriors, especially powerful warriors, who are treated completely like gods.
"I'm going to be here for a while, so I'll bother you, Miss Fu."
"The Immortal is an honored guest. If you have any requests, feel free to ask, but you don't have to be so polite." Fu Ronger said with a wry smile.
"That's right! Please don't call me miss, or else I will be beheaded if others hear you."
Luo Chen frowned. He was either practicing in the Luo family or in the Luo Shen Sect. He knew very little about worldly things, let alone these red tapes and various rules.
"Then I'll call you Ronger!" Luo Chen said with a smile.
Fu Ronger's face turned red, she nodded and ran out of the wooden house. When Luo Chen saw this, he was confused, why did the other party suddenly leave?
Whoosh!
The black dragon flew out of the Demon Hunting Divine Gun and looked at Luo Chen with a smile.
"Boy, you are really a fool!"
"Demon Hunting and Slaying Divine Spear, I am going to be in seclusion for a while, and you will protect me." Luo Chen ordered, then closed his eyes and entered the cultivation state.
If he wants to understand the secret of mortal life in Qingyang Village, the first thing he has to do is to recover from his injuries, and then he can become an ordinary mortal.
"Hmph!" Black Dragon was very unhappy. His dignified earth-level magic weapon had actually become someone else's servant, and he had to do whatever he was called.
However, thinking that his life was still in someone else's hands, Heilong could only follow the instructions and did not dare to mess up.
Shortly after Luo Chen went into seclusion, in a house next to the ancestral house in Qingyang Village, where Yang Dalong, the head of Qingyang Village, lived, Yang Daqiang, who had one of his arms cut off, woke up.
"Ah!" Looking at the empty sleeves, Yang Daqiang roared, feeling unwilling to do so. His murderous intention towards Luo Chen did not diminish just because of his status as an immortal.
"Damn boy, as long as I, Yang Daqiang, don't die, I will never let you go."
The cry alarmed Yang Dalong. When the latter appeared, his expression changed drastically and he slapped Yang Daqiang on the face. "You bastard, don't you think you have caused enough trouble? You dare to resent the immortal? Do you really want to die?
"
"Grandpa, I am not willing to give in. I am not willing to give in." Yang Daqiang's eyes were filled with hatred and anger.
Yang Dalong's face was gloomy and he didn't speak for a long time.
"Grandpa, do you think we have any hope of revenge?" Yang Daqiang looked at Yang Dalong. His grandfather always had many ideas, but now he was silent.
"No!" Yang Dalong shook his head. "This boy is too strong. He is probably already in the Cicada Realm. He is also a very high-ranking fairy in the Sect. More importantly, the spear beside him can attack independently. This is terrifying. Only legends
Only mid-level earth-level magic weapons can do this." Yang Dalong's voice trembled. Earth-level magic weapons were just legends in the eyes of those who lived in remote mountains and small mountain villages.
"Is this the end of it?" Yang Daqiang was still unwilling.
"If you still want to live, you'd better put away these words, otherwise not only will your other arm not be saved, but your life will also be lost." Yang Dalong said coldly.
"I will never take risks for you and offend the immortal who comes to your door just because you are my grandson."
"Grandpa!" Yang Daqiang roared sadly. His grandfather didn't care about him anymore. He was a second-level cicada mortal warrior and lost an arm. How could he take revenge?
"Silence!" Yang Dalong pointed to where Luo Chen was and said. "I don't know how much better the Immortal's methods are than those of us warriors. If we speak here, we may have been heard."