Chapter 117: All the Pants Are Lost

Feng Yi felt the same as Lin Du. After Yin Zhong appeared, she frowned silently.

Feng Yi tilted her head to look at Lin Du and found that the child was lowering his head, smiling, and was playing with a handleless short blade nonchalantly. The short blade was shining with a faint golden light, and it was flexibly tossed back and forth between Lin Du's slender five fingers, which made people's hearts jump.

"Don't you think he looks familiar? I haven't seen your master for a long time. Now I'm shocked to see him like this."

Feng Yi's voice echoed in Lin Du's consciousness.

"Guess why I didn't raise my head?" Lin Du replied.

One more look and she would lose her appetite for today.

Yan Ye's cool and even evil temperament only suits his cold, hard and arrogant face and strong body. It is a bit of a mistake to put it on anyone who looks upright but insists on being a righteous person. "Yin Zhong is like a

eunuch who knows he can't grow up but still goes against the will of heaven."

Feng Yi: ... What did Yan Ye teach this kid?

What kind of filter is it? It just broke.

But considering the degree of his poisonous mouth, he is probably Yan Ye's direct disciple.

Yin Zhong greeted everyone. Feng Yi, Ju Yuan and others had already stood up, but Lin Du was sitting firmly in his seat, and Mo Lin was also suppressed by her spiritual power and couldn't get up.

Lin Du's coughing overwhelmed the greetings of the Supreme Sect's people. Mo Lin was so surprised that he also shivered, covered his legs, and gritted his teeth to grab Xia Tianwu's sleeve, "Junior sister, my bones hurt so badly, give me another pill."

The two sat there in a huff, one shivering and unable to get up, the other coughing and unable to get up, and still spitting out blood.

Ju Yuan's eyes widened, Feng Yi was as steady as a mountain, "Elder Yin Zhong, please don't blame me, my young man is really ill and can't get up."

The smile on Yin Zhong's face froze in the middle of the way. He had imagined many situations, but it was not as chaotic as it was now.

What kind of righteous person could be so unpresentable and not even care about etiquette.

"We came here this time to send the evil cultivators of your sect to justice." Feng Yi paused and looked at Lin Du, who was addicted to acting.

Lin Du folded the blood-stained handkerchief, stood up, and then took out a spirit beast bag. In the weird eyes of Yin Zhong and the disciple, a woman came out.

The woman fell to the ground, still unconscious, but the chains on her hands and feet fell to the ground with a bang.

Yin Zhong couldn't even fake a smile, so he stopped smiling and frowned, "This evil cultivator is indeed an outer sect disciple of our sect. We Feixing Sect will certainly take responsibility to the end. It's embarrassing to say that as an elder in charge of the outer sect..."

"The Immortal is right, Tao Xian must have told you," Lin Du interrupted him, "Five hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones."

"To cultivate a great perfect cultivator in the Tengyun Realm and a number one on the Qingyun List like me, five hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones are not enough. Now our spiritual bones are completely destroyed and turned into ordinary bones. It may take a hundred years to cultivate them. After that, we will no longer have natural talents, and I..."

Lin Du raised his hand and pointed to the white hair on his temples and the back of his head, "My body is broken, my vitality has been taken away, and I'm afraid my life will soon be over."

"I came here today just to ask for a little compensation. What do you think?"

Without waiting for Yin Zhong to speak, she turned to Feng Yi and Ju Yuan and said, "Brothers and sisters, I have been struggling to survive in this life. The compensation from Feixing Sect may not be even one tenth of the money you spent on me, but this is the last thing I can do to compensate you."

Ju Yuan could hardly hold back the tears on his face, and he forced out a few tears. "Why is it so... "Junior sister, it's all those bad guys' fault, otherwise you still have a chance..."

Yin Zhong seemed to see a small white lotus floating in the wind. Although he had seen countless people, he had never seen such a scene. He couldn't even think of a way to delay the attack. All the shops were raided, and some were deliberately found to cause trouble. Those noble families were very petty. They didn't know how to check his hidden shop power. Now he could only swallow his anger.

He gritted his teeth and took out a box. When he opened the box, there were 300 spirit crystals inside.

That was all his wealth. In front of Feng Yi and Ju Yuan, he couldn't lose his temper.

Feng Yi stood still, "It's only three hundred thousand. The elders of Feixing Sect are always the ones who keep their promises. Our Supreme Sect is not short of such compensation, but the young man was harmed, and he feels guilty. He has fought hard for our sect and won the compensation. We must accept it for her."

No one in the world can talk about raising the price and taking advantage of the situation so righteously.

Yin Zhong gritted his teeth and said, "For the remaining two hundred thousand, I am willing to pay them with treasures of the same value."

Lin Du sat back down, looking very sick and frail. He did not look at Yin Zhong, but his eyes fell on the clear and upright face of the disciple. Hearing this, he said, "We do not mind the spirit stones. We have storage bags. We have places to put even the small items."

Yin Zhong could only take out another storage bag and said, "There are about two hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones in here."

"There are one hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones in here."

"There are ninety thousand high-grade spirit stones in here."

Yin Zhong tried to piece together the money here and there, but he could not come up with anything. He gritted his teeth and began to shake out his belongings. A pile of things fell in the hall, like a desperate hamster whose cheeks had been emptied of its belongings.

Lin Du looked at Yin Zhong thoughtfully. The Feixing Sect would definitely not give out this money, but Yin Zhong insisted on having Shao Fei. Why?

He had clearly lost half of his cultivation by himself. This matter was about to be exposed, but he still acted like an ignorant and upright elder. He was about to lose his pants.

Lin Du frowned and stared at Shao Fei for a while.

She had checked before and found that Shao Fei's consciousness was intact, which meant that this person had not been seized and had no distraction mark.

Now her body was disabled, and she was also attacked by Zi Gu. She would even walk ahead of Lin Du who did not take any medicine. The only thing left was...

Lin Du suddenly flipped the short blade that had been casually turned over to the back of his hand and held it in his hand. Even if it was not sharpened, it would still hurt to hold it in his hand.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to stay alert. Yin Zhong had a way out, or even a way out to stay in the sect intact.

What's the way out?

Yin Zhong had been to the Gu stronghold before, and Qi Zhun had also fallen into the Gu stronghold. Yin Zhong was good at stargazing and divination.

Lin Du tightened her grip. Today she specifically pointed out that Mo Lin's spirit bones were gone and her life was short. Yin Zhong was indeed shocked and even regretful.

Qi Zhun's last move was probably aimed at Mo Lin. The hatred of a person at the last moment is endless, which is why people are extremely murderous the moment they die. The hatred may be directed at the person who killed him, or at... his companions.

In the last life, they tried their best to use Shao Fei to seek the spirit bones. In this life, Qi Zhun destroyed Mo Lin's spirit bones and the hope of another companion...

Lin Du slowly raised her hand, loosened it, looked at Yin Zhong who was taking out all kinds of natural treasures, breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on the corner of her lips became more genuine.

This time, she will not miscalculate again.

"That's all, two masters, is that enough?" Yin Zhong said sincerely, "I am the elder in charge of the outer sect, and I should be fully responsible for this matter. Now I have paid all my wealth, which is considered to be my full intention."

He glanced at Lin Du and said, "After all, these two sect rebels ran into the two of the Supreme Sect, it is just... fate..."

Lin Du raised his eyes and met his eyes without dodging, and then gently said, "Master Yin Zhong's eyes can see clearly."

I don't know if the master dislikes this eyeball transformed from a spiritual vine.

Suddenly, a voice sounded outside the hall.

The people inside were also attracted by the auras. Yin Zhong was not in a hurry. "I think the headmaster and the elders have come to pay respect to the two masters of the Supreme Sect."

Yin Zhong's disciples suddenly spoke in surprise, "Big Brother?"

In front of the gate of the Golden Palace, Tao Xian stood in front of the palace with his arms full of wooden strips and his back straight. Although he looked lifeless, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He raised his hands, and the wooden blocks in his arms fell steadily to the ground. Everyone realized that they were fifteen tablets with people's names written on them in dark blood.

Su Tong, a disciple of Feixing Sect

Yan Zhen, a disciple of Feixing Sect

...

Tao Xian, a disciple of Feixing Sect

The last tablet was written with Tao Xian's own name.

Behind him, there were many people, including the head of the Feixing Sect and the elders of the Punishment Hall.

Tao Xian spoke, his voice was like a bell, and it made a loud sound when it hit the ground.

"I, Tao Xian, the disciple of the elder of Tianheng Peak of Feixing Sect, and I, along with fourteen fellow disciples, have come to ask for justice from our respected master, Master Yin Zhong."