Bring a krypton gold system to be the leader of the clan

Song Zizhen checked the qualifications of these children in turn.

It is strange to say that the children from Xiaoyang Village are generally better qualified than those from Yuanshan Village, although they are also small villages.

Among the more than 30 young men and women, six actually have qualifications of 20 or above.

Song Zizhen was really surprised, and secretly rejoiced in his heart. This visit to Xiaoyang Village was indeed not in vain.

【Luo Zhengqing】

Age: 15

Qualification: 21

【Luo Mengyu】

Age: 16

Qualification: 23

【Hongyou】

Age: 12

Qualification: 21

【Hong Xiaoqin】

Age: 13

Qualification: 22

【Hong Wenxuan】

Age: 15

Qualification: 24

【Rolin】

Age: 14

Qualification: 28

Song Zizhen was very satisfied with the qualifications of these six people, especially Luo Lin, whose qualifications reached 28.

After Song Zizhen announced the final candidate, the parents of the six children showed joy.

The rest of the villagers seemed a little regretful, but as they were simple folk customs, they also congratulated the elders of the chosen children.

"Congratulations! Your Xiaoqin has a great future!"

"Where."

Looking at the people talking, Song Zizhen felt quite emotional and happy.

Song Zizhen secretly observed the six selected young men and women, or they were walking on the path to immortality with happy faces.

Or there is anxiety in the eyes, and one cannot worry about the elders in the family.

"If you have anything to say to your children, please tell me as soon as possible!"

Song Zizhen waved his hand and patiently explained to everyone.

"I will leave Xiaoyang Mountain immediately to deal with these thieves for you. When I come back, I will take these new disciples back to my Zixiao Sect."

After saying that, without waiting for the villagers to respond, Song Zizhen set up his purple smoke sword with a flash of light, turned into a stream of light, and headed towards Xiaoyang Mountain.

"The Immortal is so clever!"

Song Zizhen flew with a sword in one hand, once again arousing the amazement of many villagers.

Such means are beyond the reach of these villagers and are simply unimaginable.

"This is the method used by monks in the alchemy stage!" Uncle Liu couldn't help but sigh, leaning on his crutches and looking at Song Zizhen's retreating back.

"The monks in the Danjie stage are very powerful in our Xinghai County, not to mention they are still so young. It seems that God is going to help me in Xiaoyang Village!"

In Xiaoyang Village, Uncle Liu is considered knowledgeable, and he can naturally understand the status of a monk in the Dan Formation Stage.

This is why he agreed to Song Zizhen recruiting disciples in Xiaoyang Village.

Is there any reason not to cling to the thighs of a big boss at the stage of pill formation?

Looking at the six children who had their own thoughts, Uncle Liu sighed secretly, hoping that all these children would have a good future!

The twenty-mile journey should not be too easy for Song Zizhen.

Song Zizhen hummed a little tune and reached Xiaoyang Mountain in less than a stick of incense.

I looked around from the air and found several buildings on the mountainside.

Needless to say, this must be the group of thieves on Xiaoyang Mountain.

Song Zizhen directly controlled the Purple Smoke Sword and rushed towards the building on the mountainside.

"Is there anyone? Come out and die."

As soon as Song Zizhen landed, he held the Purple Smoke Sword tightly in his hand and shouted loudly into the house.

Almost instantly, seven middle-aged men rushed out of the house.

The seven people were tall, all over seven feet tall, with stubble on their faces, and all of them looked fierce.

One of them held a long knife and stared at Song Zizhen angrily.

"How brave you are, how dare you come to grandpa to die."

"Brother, catch him. This kid has tender skin and tender flesh. Why don't you give it to me!"

A big man stared at Song Zizhen with an obscene look in his eyes, ready to make a move.

"Uh……"

Song Zizhen was almost so angry that he couldn't speak. How could he be so confident?

"Don't be ashamed!"

Song Zizhen twisted his neck slightly, and then in a flash, he had already arrived in front of a big man.

Purple light flashed, the head flew up, and blood spurted high.

With another strike of the sword, a nearby big man was cut into two pieces.

In an instant, two of the seven people were killed.

Spike!

Of these seven people, four are in the middle stage of Qi practice, two are in the late stage of Qi practice, and one is in the perfect stage of Qi practice.

In Song Zizhen's eyes, it was simply not enough.

"Not right!"

At this moment, the leader of the seven was the first to react. With his perfect strength in Qi training, he was also frightened by Song Zizhen.

"It must be the elixir formation period!"

The leader's voice was filled with panic, and there were some cracks in it. It was unbelievable!

"Run quickly! Anyone who can run is the only one!"

The leader shouted sternly, then turned around and ran away.

Although he knew in his heart that it was almost impossible to escape from the hands of a monk in the Danjie stage...

But who wants to die?

A disdainful smile appeared on Song Zizhen's face, "You underestimate me too much."

With a casual sword swing, he cut a big man into two pieces.

With a wave of his left hand, the Soul-Destroying Needle turned into light and shadow, catching up with the leader who wanted to escape, and escaped directly into his body.

The leader staggered a few steps, then fell heavily to the ground, motionless.

Song Zizhen didn't even look at the fallen leader. He raised his sword and looked at the remaining three people who were desperately running away.

The sword light danced, and within a few breaths, three people were killed one after another.

The gap between the two levels is too terrifying.

The seven of them were powerless in front of Song Zizhen, and even escaping became a luxury.

Song Zizhen put the Purple Smoke Sword back into the Qingguang Ring with a calm expression, and with a wave of his hand, the Soul-Destroying Needle flew out of the leader's body and returned to his hand.

"It's time to search for the loot again!"

Song Zizhen muttered quietly, and then began to examine the bodies of the seven people one by one.

"A bunch of poor ghosts."

After searching all seven corpses, Song Zizhen was not satisfied with what he got.

A storage bag, that’s okay!

One long sword that reaches the level of a low-grade mysterious weapon, one top-grade mortal weapon, and five high-grade mortal weapons.

To Song Zizhen, ordinary weapons are as useless as scrap metal. If they weren't for his disciples to play with, Song Zizhen wouldn't even bother to pick them up.

In addition, there are 12 spiritual stones, 23 gold coins, 17 silver coins, and 21 copper coins.

So poor!So poor!Song Zizhen complained crazily in his heart.

Somewhat unwilling, Song Zizhen reluctantly walked into the house and wanted to check it out again.

After a search, nothing was found.

Just when Song Zizhen was about to give up, he opened the door of the last room.

The scene that caught his eye made Song Zizhen stunned.

There are dozens of heads hanging on the wall in the room. They are made with special techniques and can last for a long time.

Moreover, these dozens of heads all belonged to women. Most of them were kidnapped by these seven thieves and then brutally killed.

"These seven guys really deserve to die."

Song Zizhen felt a little blocked in his heart and felt a little uncomfortable.

With a sigh, Song Zizhen waved his hand and put the dozens of heads into the storage bag.

Taking it back and returning it to his family is the only thing Song Zizhen can do at the moment.

These victims are all villagers from Xiaoyang Village and Dayang Village.