MTL - City Exchange Life Club-Chapter 410 : Just out of the tiger's den, and into the wolf's den again

Under the moonlight, the winding mountain road.

A group of pale-faced goblins were on their way with a group of hunched and emaciated living beings.

There were occasional sobbing and begging sounds from the crowd, but in exchange they were only whipped and scolded.

Zhao Yan walked in the crowd honestly.

Right now, he hasn't figured out the situation over there and here, so he can't move around.

However, he had a hunch that the crisis here would be more serious. Once he was taken to his destination by these little devils, death would definitely be waiting for him.

So he had to figure out a way out.

Get out of the hands of the little devil here.

Get out of a mental hospital there.

After making a decision, Zhao Yan was going to use his excellent **, which has convinced countless women to flicker and guard his kid. There's something I don't know if I should say it or not..."

Snapped!

The whip slammed into him.

The pain made Zhao Yan almost burst into tears.

"Since it's not right to talk, then you should shut up and stop talking!" The kid said with a vicious smile.

Zhao Yan: "..."

Hold! How can you not follow the routine.

After being whipped, Zhao Yan learned to behave.

At this moment, a figure arrived with a sword.

It was an old Taoist priest with immortal style.

"A group of little devils, they dare to harm people, they should be killed!"

The old Taoist said coldly and condescendingly, exuding a mighty righteousness from his body, like an immortal in the world.

"Immortal help! Immortal help!"

"I beg the old gods to save us."

"The old fairy is kind..."

A group of mortals who were already desperate saw the old Taoist and knelt down and prayed repeatedly.

Zhao Yan is no exception. After all, stepping on a horse is a life-saving grace. What if he kneels down?

"Old Immortal, spare your life!"

Not only them, but the group of brazen brats also knelt down and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Rao Er waits for his life, even if he waits?"

The old Taoist finished his words, waved his sleeve robe, and countless talismans flew out to surround the little ghosts, and then the talismans turned into soldiers and came out to kill the little ghosts.

"Thank you old fairy for saving your life."

"We are willing to be cows and horses for the old gods."

"Thank you old god, old **** for mercy!"

All those who were saved were weeping with joy.

"You don't have to. Get up. This seat is Xuan Yangzi, the head of the Qingsong Temple. When the road sees injustice, you should draw your sword to help." The old Taoist said lightly.

Only then did everyone get up from the ground, but no old Taoist spoke, and no one dared to leave.

The eyes of the old Taoist swept over everyone, as if picking out goods, and then said with a smile: "There are some people with good aptitude among you, I wonder if you would like to sit down for me as a disciple?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned by this sudden surprise. They didn't expect not only to survive, but also to have the opportunity to learn from the gods.

"I would like to seek the Dao with the old gods."

"I want to be an immortal, the old immortal chooses me!"

"Old Immortal..."

Everyone was excited, and Zhao Yan was relieved. In any case, in this world with practitioners, following practitioners can save his life.

But at this time he was a little nervous, because he didn't know what the aptitude of his body was.

The old Taoist smiled gently: "Okay, not everyone in this seat will accept it. I just said that this seat will only accept those with good aptitude among you."

Then he began to choose, and Zhao Yan was among them.

Those who were selected were ecstatic.

The disappointment of those who lost the election was on the surface.

Zhao Yan noticed one thing.

That is, the old Taoist selected all people who looked good, no matter men or women.

Those who are thin or not, or the elderly and children are not in his choice.

This made him a little puzzled.

Does good health mean cultivation aptitude?

"From now on, you will be my disciple of Qingsongguan. Come back to the mountain gate with this seat." Xuan Yangzi showed a smile, waved his hand, and a flying boat appeared on the ground, and everyone got on the boat one by one excited.

Then Xuan Yangzi drove the flying boat away.

On the flying boat, everyone was full of excitement.

Then the chattering discussion started.

"This is the Xianjia baby. I didn't expect that I would be able to ride in my life. I'm so excited."

"Yeah, this time it's really a blessing in disguise. If it wasn't for being caught by a ghost, there would be no such opportunity."

"In the past, a little fairy came to our village and said that I didn't have the qualifications to cultivate. It seems that he had misunderstood. Xiaoye, I will also be a fairy in the future."

"You said it was a little immortal. He must not have the experience of an old immortal. It's normal to see it wrong."

Zhao Yan squatted in the corner, silent.

In this way, Feizhou arrived at a Taoist temple on a cliff after flying for a day and a night.

"Welcome Master back to the mountain."

Several disciples came out to greet him.

Zhao Yan frowned, feeling that something was wrong. How come there are only six disciples in this huge Taoist temple?

And seeing that Xuan Yangzi only accepted a dozen apprentices, there should be many talents in Taoism.

Did they all go out?

"Well, take them down to resettlement." Xuan Yangzi pointed at Zhao Yan and others with a calm expression.

A gloomy-looking young Taoist looked at Zhao Yan and others with a smile: "Okay, Master."

Then Xuan Yangzi walked away.

"Come with me." The young Taoist left a sentence and walked towards the back mountain.

Zhao Yan and others followed.

Someone tried to strike up a conversation: "I don't know what the senior brother is called? I hope the senior brother will take care of him in the future."

"Hehe, take care, I will take good care of you." The young man said meaningfully.

In this way, they came all the way to the front of a large house in the back mountain. As soon as they reached the door of the house, everyone smelled an indescribable stench.

There was also a faint cry inside.

"What does it taste like?"

"Yeah, it smells too bad."

"It looks like someone is crying inside..."

The young man opened the door, and the scene inside shocked everyone, because there were dozens of people in various costumes locked inside, with disheveled hair, haggard, and extremely embarrassed, just like animals.

"Go in," the young Taoist said.

"This... Senior Brother, what's going on?"

"Do we live here?"

Everyone had a bad feeling.

The young Taoist grinned, his mouth cracked to the roots of his ears, exposing his mouth full of fangs, he was actually a ferocious ghost: "A bunch of idiots, do you really think you have met a chance? It's just blood."

"Ah! Ghost! Ghost!"

"I don't want to go in! I want to go home!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was trembling with fright. Unexpectedly, just out of the tiger's den, they entered the wolf's den in a blink of an eye, and some people screamed and tried to escape.

But he found that turning around was like hitting a layer of invisible obstacle avoidance, and he couldn't get out at all.

"What a bunch of ignorant mortals."

The young Taoist turned into a normal person again and left with a big laugh.

Only a group of people were left in panic.

Zhao Yan felt like a dog in his heart.

It used to be smooth sailing.

Why are you so unlucky now?

Run out of luck?

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