Shortly after the two left, the old man in gray robe laughed loudly, and his laughter seemed to rub out of metal, which was extremely unpleasant.

"I have been guarding for more than ten years, and finally the immortal roots are born again. The sky is endless and I, Yin Sect!"

The old man walked down the first floor and opened a thick security door with a key worn on the hand rope. Inside was a stairway to the basement.

Apart from him, even his two apprentices were not allowed to come in.

The old man in gray robe closed the security door, walked the stairs of at least three floors, and finally stopped.

Below the long passage, there was no darkness, and there was not even a light, and a wet and smelly smell came to my face.

"Cough, cough cough, Yin Zong! You devil! You must die a good death!! When I become a ghost... I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!!"

In the darkness, someone howled angrily.

"You know I can't bear to let you be a ghost, don't waste your energy and curse. For more than ten years, you should have gotten used to it, so why bother to waste your energy?"

Yin Zong's pupils magnify as strangely as cat's eyes, and the things around him were suddenly much clearer.

In the basement, a skinny and slim man with long and yellow hair was lying naked on the ground, his limbs were locked by four thick iron chains, and his body was carved with dense rune lines.

Seeing the old man in gray robe coming, he twisted his body desperately, shaking the iron chains to a clang.

"Get out! Get out! Demon! Demon..."

Yin Zong seemed to be unable to hear his scolding, staring at him as if he was looking at a treasure, and exclaimed: "I am really the owner of the immortal roots. It is a hundred times faster than me to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Don't worry, someone will come to accompany you soon."

The next moment, the old palm pressed hard on the weirdo's abdomen. The weirdo's whole body trembled, and the screams stopped. The pain continued to tremble. The runes on his body lit up slightly, and the invisible energy escaped from his body and rushed towards his palm.

Yin Zong narrowed his eyes and looked extremely enjoyable and intoxicated.

...

In early autumn, it is very early.

Wen Ziyang opened the door and went downstairs to see Li Yunlong who had returned from buying breakfast.

"Hello, Ziyang. I accidentally fell asleep last night. Not to mention, I slept better than in the dormitory." Li Yunlong smiled awkwardly, shook the bag in his hand: "Come and eat buns, hot big meat buns."

"They haven't gotten up yet?" Wen Ziyang was also a little embarrassed. He had no impression of when he fell asleep last night.

"Not yet, I'll ask them to have breakfast. This thing can't be refined at all. I want to sleep when I close my eyes, so they must have fallen asleep." Li Yunlong said with a smile.

Wen Ziyang stopped him: "Today's weekend, let them sleep more."

After breakfast, Li Yunlong started exercising in the yard. Wen Ziyang moved a small wooden stool and sat in the yard. He picked up the practice method of imagining the immortal roots, and pondered it over and over again, one word after another.

Pretend to have immortal roots? This pretend is an imagination? Or is there any other profound meaning? Wen Ziyang guessed.

Not long after.

Seven or eight young men who looked like gangsters were riding four motorcycles and parked outside the gate. One of the yellow-haired young men got out of the car and raised his feet and kicked open the gate.

When Li Yunlong came back from going out to buy breakfast, he did not lock the door.

"Dong!"

The sound alarmed Wen Ziyang and Li Yunlong, and Wen Ziyang quickly put away the paper and stood up.

"Fuck! What are you doing!" Li Yunlong stopped him in a few steps.

A bald man glanced over the two of them with a vicious look and said coldly: "I also want to ask what you do and why you are in my house."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by your family? This is what we just rented!" Li Yunlong was furious.

The yellow-haired young man pointed at Li Yunlong's nose and cursed: "Boy, this is my boss's yard. Get out of here, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"

"Fuck!" Li Yunlong was furious: "We paid the rent for three months. The landlord is Wang Biao, how could it be you!"

"Wang Biao?" The bald man smiled sinisterly, "I am Wang Biao."

Li Yunlong was stunned.

Wen Ziyang's face darkened, he took out his cell phone and pressed three numbers directly.

The bald man glanced at Wen Ziyang: "If you want to call the police? Report it, report it casually. The property certificate here clearly states my name. Hehe, are you afraid you have been cheated?"

"That person was a liar yesterday? No!" Li Yunlong suddenly reacted and suddenly became furious: "I understand, I understand, you guys come together to lie to me! Damn, I have seen that kid has a problem and dare to lie to me!"

"Who are you? Get out quickly!" The yellow-haired young man stepped forward and pushed Li Yunlong hard.

Several gangsters entered the yard and walked in a careless manner, as if they were at their own home.

"I see whoever dares to come in!"

Li Yunlong took a step back, then kicked the yellow-haired young man in the stomach, kicked the latter a dog to eat shit, grabbed the long broom on the side, and swept across the other people. Even though there were too many people on the other side, Li Yunlong did not show any timidity.

At this time, Wen Ziyang had already hung up the phone and the other person said he would deal with it. Seeing Li Yunlong take action, a flustered look flashed in his eyes, then he picked up the small wooden stool, ran to the front, and stood next to Li Yunlong.

"If you dare to hit someone, you will give me some help and make a good meal!"

The bald man gave the order, and the others surrounded him.

The yellow-haired young man stood up with a harsh look on his face. He turned around and pulled out a steel pipe from the motorcycle and rushed towards Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong usually has no problem fighting two or three, but these gangsters are not students and are extremely serious.

Soon, the broom was interrupted, Li Yunlong kicked the two of them away, and he was injured, especially when the yellow-haired young man smashed a steel pipe on his arm, which made his arm almost lose consciousness.

"Ah! Ah!!" Li Yunlong ignored it and directly snatched the steel pipe with his hands.

On the other side, Wen Ziyang was panicked and waved the small wooden stool, but he had fought but he was fisted a few times in a blink of an eye, and fell to the ground, kowtowing to the point of bleeding.

The bald man Wang Biao frowned at the violent Li Yunlong. The students have always been easy to bully, but this is the first time he has met such a tough student. Four or five people surrounded him, but they can't solve it for a while. Instead, his own people were injured.

"A bunch of waste!"

The bald man spat, pushed a gangster away, stepped forward and punched Li Yunlong in the stomach, then swept his feet, causing Li Yunlong to fall to the ground in an instant.

"Boss is amazing!"

The yellow-haired young man was overjoyed, and then a steel pipe whistled towards Li Yunlong.

At this moment, a glass cup from afar hit quickly, and with a bang, it accurately hit the yellow-haired young man's hand.

"Ah!!" the yellow-haired young man screamed in pain, and the steel pipe in his hand fell to the ground.

The glass scraps splattered, and the gangsters next to them screamed and retreated. Some of them had bloody mouths on their faces, arms and clothes, and the hands of the yellow-haired young man were even more bloody, which was a terrible sight.

The splashed glass slag happened to completely avoid Li Yunlong.

"who?!"

The bald man looked up and the gangsters all looked at the second floor, which was the direction where the glass was flying.

A thin boy with a strong student atmosphere was standing on the balcony on the second floor, his expression full of surprise and confusion. He seemed to have never thought that he could hit the target so easily and have such a strong effect.
Chapter completed!