Daozong, the residence of outer disciples.

evening.

Ye Ling, wearing a common man, walked into the door and saw an arrogant and skinny middle-aged man scolding a group of outer disciples.

"You guys can't even do the most basic chores!"

"It's been a day since this has passed. The dry firewood in the kitchen has only been half filled, the water tank is not full, and the clothes of the inner disciples have not been washed! Day by day, how did the sect raise you group of pigs?"

"Tonight, all of you are not allowed to eat, and you are not allowed to sleep before you finish your work!"

A thin young man was quite dissatisfied and protested to the middle-aged man: "Supervisor, the disciples have only practiced the most basic mental method, but even the inner disciples can't finish the work you arranged in one day. Why can we finish it?"

The entire Dao Sect has tens of thousands of disciples, and the Dao Sect has a total of 36 peaks, more than 1,000 medicinal fields, and more than 5,000 buildings...

And all the hard work in this Taoist sect has to be done by the outer disciples!

Most of the outer disciples have low cultivation levels, and it takes more than half of the time to climb the mountain alone. In addition, the tasks arranged by the supervisor are heavy, so it is basically impossible for the outer disciples to complete the tasks assigned every day!

In other words, whether they can eat and sleep depends entirely on the supervisor’s mood!

And today, the supervisor is obviously not in a good mood.

"Dare you still stubborn?"

The middle-aged man glared at the boy, then immediately came to the boy, slapped him hard, and scolded him angrily: "I tell you, in this outer door, I am the god! The tasks I arranged for you have been carefully calculated, and you will definitely be able to finish your hard work!"

"If you can't do it, get out!"

The boy covered his swollen face and stared at the middle-aged man tightly, saying, "We are here to seek immortality and ask questions, not to be a slave for you!"

"You have to be stubborn!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily and kicked the boy hard in the stomach, kicking the boy out directly. The other outer disciples did not dare to say anything, and bowed their heads one after another, and none of them spoke for the boy.

The young man was a new outside sect and did not know the rules. Those outside disciples who had been in the door for several years or even more than ten years had been beaten by the supervisor and had learned to obey.

When entering the sect, those who were not admitted as inner disciples were basically people who did not have very high cultivation talent but were still considered spiritual roots.

They can practice some simple mental methods to prolong their lives, and they are also long-term coolies for the sects.

The elders would not care about their life or death at all. Even if the outer disciples were beaten to death by the supervisor, no one would ask about it.

Therefore, under the long-term oppression, the supervisors became more and more arrogant, and the outer disciples could only work like livestock and dared not resist.

They do not have enough cultivation and cannot even go down the mountain!

The boy was kicked and vomited blood, but he still had a hard head, covered his stomach and stood up hard, cursing at Zhu Yong: "Zhu Yong, you are not worthy of being the supervisor at all!"

"Yo! You have backbone! But I want to see today, how long can you be hard!"

Zhu Yong sneered, and immediately came to the boy's face again, grabbed the boy's head with one hand, and smashed it out the door!

Bang!!!

The boy smashed the door next to Yeling heavily and smashed the door!

"This door will be deducted from your monthly salary!"

Zhu Yong sneered, then looked at Ye Ling next to the boy and ordered: "Hey! Newcomer, help that guy up."

"Are you talking to me?" Ye Ling pointed at himself and asked Zhu Yong.

"Who else isn't you?" Zhu Yong looked impatient, "Hurry up and help him up!"

Ye Ling chuckled: "Why should I listen to you?"

"Because I am the supervisor!" Zhu Yong glared at Ye Ling, "What's going on with the peddlers now? One and two are in a rebellious way?"

"I think you kid is not going to be cleaned up too!"

Zhu Yong kicked his feet and rushed towards Ye Ling at an extremely fast speed. He raised his hand and was about to slap Ye Ling!

However, before Zhu Yong waved his hand, his head was caught by Ye Ling and he was lifted into the air.

"director?"

When the tragic disciples saw that Zhu Yong was caught by Ye Ling, their expressions changed!

You know, Zhu Yong is an elite disciple in the inner sect, and his cultivation level in the Heavenly Palace is simply not something that the outer sect disciples can fight against!

How could a mere outer disciple catch Zhu Yong?

"You bastard! How dare you attack me? Are you looking for death? Why don't you let me go!" Zhu Yong kicked his legs in the air and cursed Ye Ling!

He has been the supervisor of outer disciples for decades, and no outer disciple has dared to treat him like this!

"It's really noisy, so be quiet." Ye Ling said lightly, then exerted a little force with his five fingers!

Bang!!!

The next moment, Zhu Yong's head exploded like a watermelon, and blood splattered all over the floor!

The outer disciples present stared at Zhu Yong's headless body falling to the ground with his brain blank.

Zhu Yong... is dead?

Everything that happened just now was so fast that the outer disciples didn't even figure out what was going on!

An outer disciple actually killed a supervisor in the Dao Sect!

Before this happened, no one dared to imagine it!

Ye Ling didn't care about Zhu Yong who he killed. He burned the blood of his palm with his spiritual power, and then asked the stupid outer disciples present: "Is the one I killed just now your supervisor?"

The disciples nodded subconsciously.

"Okay, from today on, I will be your supervisor. My surname is Wang and my name is Li Ren. You can call me Wang."

Ye Ling chuckled, stepped over Zhu Yong's body, walked towards the disciples, and asked, "By the way, where is Zhu Yong's room?"

"Wait, wait..." At this time, the thin young man seriously injured by Zhu Yong stood up and called out to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling looked back at the boy and asked with a smile: "Young man, do you have any problems?"

The young man glanced at Zhu Yong's headless body and then asked Ye Ling: "Zhu Yong is an inner disciple. If you kill him, Zhu Yong's master will definitely not let you go. Don't you... run away?"

"Escape?" Ye Ling smiled slightly, "Why do you want to escape? I just killed an ant, and the sect won't care."

"Are you ant..." The boy swallowed his saliva, his eyes glowing at Ye Ling, and his hands were trembling slightly.

He was a little confused before, and Ye Ling's appearance made him find the direction.

Ye Ling's arrogance and unruly was what he pursued after he entered the Dao Sect!

And now... maybe it's his chance!

Thinking of this, the young man mustered up his courage. In front of the outer disciples, he knelt down directly to Ye Ling, kowtowed three times to Ye Ling, and shouted: "Wang...Master Wang, younger generation Yun Nian, please accept me as your disciple!"

Ye Ling looked at the boy kneeling to him, a smile flashed in his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Although you have poor roots and a wide range of talents... but I can't get out of the Dao Sect for a while now, I'm very bored..."

“It seems quite interesting to create a template for a wasteful counterattack.”

Thinking of this, Ye Ling asked Yun Nian with a smile: "Yun Nian, do you want to be the protagonist?"
Chapter completed!