Su Yi's face suddenly turned cold.
He didn't expect that the cave was so dark, almost to the point where people were cannibalizing each other!
"Brother Wu, don't worry. I will definitely seek justice for you! Sects like the Iron Fist Sect will be a disaster if they stay! I will eradicate them one by one!" Su Yi said in a cold voice.
"Ah?" Wu Yuxing was startled and quickly advised, "Junior Brother Su, don't act on impulse. The Iron Fist Sect is a force-cultivating sect with thousands of force-cultivating disciples. The sect leader Qiu Mingjie is a super-powerful warrior with a force value of nearly 90,000 kilograms. In the underground cave, he is second only to Long Aotian."
Because he didn't understand Su Yi's strength, he was very worried that Su Yi would do something impulsive.
Su Yi smiled and said, "Brother Wu, don't worry. For me, destroying the Iron Fist Sect is actually a very simple matter."
Wu Yuxing and the other two were stunned.
It's easy to destroy the Iron Fist Sect? Can Su Yi really joke like this?
You have to know that Qiu Zhiming is the second strongest person in the cave. What can Su Yi use to fight Qiu Zhiming?
Wu Yuxing swallowed and was about to continue persuading when a quarrel suddenly broke out outside the door.
"Don't go too far, Iron Fist Sect. I've already handed over 80% of the ore. What else do you want?"
"Hehe... Starting today, the rules have changed. You must hand over 90% of the ore."
"Ninety percent! Why don't you just go and rob?"
"Stop grinning at me! If you want to stay here, you must abide by the rules of our Iron Fist Sect, otherwise get out of here as soon as possible!"
"Deacon Miao, the Qingyun Sword Sect is not easy either. Let's just forget about it this time." The man from the Iron Fist Sect who was brought here by Su Yi suddenly persuaded.
Although the relationship between Su Yi and Qingyun Sword Sect is unclear, if they have a good relationship, the Iron Fist Sect's coercion will definitely anger Su Yi.
If things go wrong, they will be killed by Su Yi.
Deacon Miao was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly: "Lian Tongguang, are you out of your mind? Do you have any right to interfere in this? If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will deal with you too!"
Lian Tongguang didn't dare to say a word.
Deacon Miao is a strength cultivator with a strength value of nearly 20,000 kilograms and a hot temper.
Once angered, he will inevitably be beaten.
Inside the earthen house, Wu Yuxing said solemnly, "Su Yi, it's the Sect Master who is arguing with the people from the Iron Fist Sect."
"I'll go out and take a look." Su Yi walked straight out with a gloomy face.
With a squeak.
The moment the door opened, Su Yi stepped out.
Everyone outside the earthen house looked at Su Yi.
"Su Yi!" Yan Zhiyong was pleasantly surprised when he saw Su Yi's appearance clearly.
"Master." Su Yi smiled slightly.
Deacon Miao looked at Su Yi and suddenly laughed wildly, "Yan Zhiyong, this guy is also from your Qingyun Sword Sect, right? Now you have one more person, so you must pay an extra portion of ore."
Yan Zhiyong looked indignant, "Su Yi just entered. According to the rules, there is one day of tax exemption."
Deacon Miao had an evil smile on his face. "The rules are set by us at the Iron Fist Sect. What I say is what counts. I advise you to be more sensible, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Generally speaking, power cultivators are all strong and robust, but Su Yi is thin and skinny, and doesn't look like a power cultivator at all.
As long as they are not strength cultivators, they are trash in the cave and should not be taken seriously at all.
"Damn it!" Yan Zhiyong gritted his teeth.
"Master, I'll take care of it." Su Yi signaled Yan Zhiyong to stay calm, then walked up to Deacon Miao and said sarcastically, "Are rubbish like your Iron Fist Sect qualified to dictate the rules? Who the hell do you think you are!"
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