Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Black Tiger Gate is doomed, everyone knows this very well.

Even if the Black Tiger Sect will not disappear from now on, at least it will be in ruins for a long time in the future; everyone in the sect needs to keep their tail between their legs.

The only three real people in the sect, and nearly 80% of the disciples, fell into the hands of Master Niu.

Killing them all without leaving any one behind, although Mr. Niu has some thoughts like this; but he is afraid of the so-called law enforcement hall, so this guy doesn't dare to do such a thing.

Such a result, without any human life, is probably the limit that the Law Enforcement Palace can tolerate.

However, with Mr. Niu's idiosyncratic personality, even if he had no choice but to kill these people, how could he let them go so easily?

Including three real people, they begged and struggled under the evil hands of a group of old guys.

However, this was of no use. Not only did they not get any sympathy from the veterans, but they also gained an excellent sense of satisfaction.

The final result was that except for the clothes on their bodies, they were not completely stripped off.

All other items carried, such as weapons, magic weapons, storage bags, etc., were all cleaned up by Mr. Niu and others.

After that, everyone in the Black Tiger Gate was like a dead dog, being picked up by the neck and thrown out of the territory of the Zixiao Sect in full view of the public.

After this battle, the reputation that Black Tiger Clan had managed to build before was completely lost.

In the days that followed, they were left with almost nothing and were extremely poor; just recovering from the injuries sustained in this battle would take a long time.

Not to mention, the strength they have developed after years of hard training.

Because of the serious injuries he suffered, he would inevitably suffer a large-scale regression; without the assistance of any cultivation resources.

I don’t know how many years it will take for them to regain their current strength.

Even after a few years, when they have completely recovered, they will not be able to get back to where they are today.

Not to mention this battle, it has completely frightened them; even if they have that kind of courage, they will probably wait until that time.

Today's Zixiao Sect is just a third-rate small sect; I am afraid it has developed into a behemoth that needs the Black Tiger Clan to look up to...

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What the hell! Why are these days so boring? the god Zhang San shouted.

He gave up today's daily practice. Anyway, with his unstable mood these days, the result of forced practice is the same as nothing.

Of course, Zhang San actually knew very well what the cause of all this was.

The teahouse that was not part of the Zixiao sect, after the battle that day, extended its closure for another twenty days.

no way! Except for the missing founding master of the Zixiao Sect, Zixiao Zhenren is probably still intact.

The remaining ones, one by one, were all seriously injured.

However, the business was only suspended for 20 days. It is estimated that these people from the Zixiao Sect used a staggering amount of various elixirs to treat their injuries, which resulted in such a recovery effect...

Sitting on the futon blankly, the god Zhang San thought about it:

I don't know what happened to Xiao Yan and Queen Medusa in the end? Those bastards at Black Tiger Gate are really annoying, and they made me unable to hear the radio for so long.

Moreover, the storyline has reached such a critical stage; if the guys from Black Tiger Gate have the ability, they should not fall into the hands of me, Zhang San, in the future, otherwise I will beat them all back to the realm of heaven and humans.

It's like being in the modern world, looking forward to those online novel writers who are on the street every day, preferably ten or twenty updates; suddenly discovering the novels they follow is like a eunuch.

The heart of the divine man Zhang San was filled with deep resentment.

Looking around, nothing happened. Zhang San, who was staying in his thatched cottage, decided to go to the valley of the Zixiao sect for a while.

Even if he knew that the possibility was very slim; the Zixiao Sect's teahouse had announced that it would be closed for twenty days, but only five days had passed.

But what if the old guys from Zixiao School start business early?

As an ordinary god-man who is also poor, Zhang San naturally does not have a tall mythical beast mount, or a magic weapon that can be used to fly and travel.

However, Zhang San, who was flying with his natal flying sword, didn't feel bad at all.

Just as those veterans of the Zixiao Sect once said to Mr. Niu: It's just a slower speed and a handful of real energy...

After about an hour of flying, the familiar valley of Zixiao Sect appeared in front of them.

It's a pity that after just one glance at it from a distance, the heart of the god Zhang San was filled with deep disappointment.

Because there was no one inside or outside the teahouse in the valley, the radio program that worried him would not be broadcast under such circumstances.

After letting out a long sigh in his heart, Zhang San stopped flying and planned to turn around in the air.

It's better to fly back to his thatched cottage and pass the boring time by lying on the bed with his body stretched out. Maybe if he has a good sleep, the remaining fifteen days will pass like this.

At this time, Zhang San saw a few old guys walking out of the strange little building in the valley, which was said to be called Bieye.

The heads, faces, and bodies of these old guys were covered with white strips of cloth, which looked extremely strange.

But when these old guys walked to the open space in front of the teahouse, they erected a large wooden sign in their hands on the open space.

After seeing this scene, Zhang San didn't know that these guys from the Zixiao sect had made some new noise.

So, Zhang San once again drove the flying sword under his feet and galloped towards the valley.

This guy flew to the front and back of the huge wooden sign before stopping; then, he looked at the content on the wooden sign.

Gradually, the expression of the god Zhang San became serious.

After a long time, this fellow asked an old fellow from the Zixiao Sect next to the wooden sign: Fellow Taoist, dare I ask what is written on it...

Yes, that's right! As a god-man who is admired by countless people in the lower world, Zhang San is illiterate.

However, this is nothing to be surprised about. Even if you are illiterate, you can still practice! If you don’t understand the instructions or something, you can just listen to Master’s dictation!

The veteran from the Zixiao sect wrapped his whole body in white cloth in a strange way.

After letting Zhang San get closer, he could smell the strong smell of medicine on the other party's body.

And this kind of smell reached Zhang San's nasal cavity, and he clearly felt that the other party was nakedly showing off his wealth; wasn't it just a little injury, as for using so much medicine.

Grit your teeth, and if you carry it for a while, your injuries will recover! How much medicine and resources can be saved?

However, the injustice in Zhang San's heart did not last long; because he heard a shocking news from the other party's mouth:

The teahouse of the Zixiao Sect is looking for workers...