Zheng Ming had long recognized that the person who came was Mr. Zhang. ○It seems that although this person said that he did not care about his own affairs, he came so timely, which means that he was still paying attention to Changtianfeng's affairs.

"Hmph, Ma Jinghong, I dare not accept your greeting. I dare to attack the sect leader. What do you want to do?" The old man insane did not look at Zheng Ming, but shouted sternly.

The strong man, who was called Ma Jinghong, had sweat on his face at this time. He stuttered a little: "I don't know that he is the sect leader. Because he was anxious for a moment, he... was so reckless."

"Sir, please don't bother with me because I am unintentional.

Ma Jinghong spoke so carefully, naturally not because of the identity of Zheng Ming as the leader, but because of his politeness, because of his fear of the healthy old man.

The old man snorted and his eyes fell on Zheng Ming. Although he was unwilling to do so, he still clasped his fists at Zheng Ming and said, "Sect Master, Ma Jinghong offended the Sect Master. What should he do if he offends the Sect Master? Please tell me."

Ma Jinghong never expected that the proud and strong old man would be so vigorously to build momentum for Zheng Ming. Although he felt very uncomfortable, he also understood that his safety was in Zheng Ming's hands.

"Sect Master, I am unintentional. Please forgive my subordinates for this time because of my unintentionality."

Zheng Ming looked at Ma Jinghong with a still-faced look and snorted: "Can you ignore the rules of the sect without intention? "

"Zhang Shou, I passed my order. This person should have been executed, but it was unintentional to him. I will spare him and will not die. However, the crime of death can be avoided, and the crime of living cannot be spared. I will hang it in Bibotan for three days."

When Ma Jinghong dared to attack Zheng Ming, he naturally did not take Zheng Ming seriously. His begging for mercy just now was even more perfunctory and acted as if he was perfunctory.

When begging for mercy, he even looked at Zheng Ming fiercely, as if he was arrogant and arrogant. He did not expect that Zheng Ming would deal with him in this way and show his penis to the public. Although it was not a severe punishment, it made him lose all his face.

Even their entire face of Zhentuzhi was lost.

"You dare!" Ma Jinghong didn't care about so many, and shouted at Zheng Ming, but what greeted him was Zheng Ming's increasingly cold expression.

"Maybe you want to go out by betrayal?"

Zheng Ming's voice sounded very calm, but there was also a murderous intent. Only then did Ma Jinghong realize that the sect leader he looked down upon actually had the intention to kill him.

If there were no healthy old man, he would definitely attack Zheng Ming first, but now he was a little hesitant.

If I had known that Senior Brother Zhang was there, I would not be the first to be the first to do anything, but just as he was hesitating, the old man named Zhang suddenly took action.

He saw his palm appear strangely on Ma Jinghong's shoulders, and a force instantly penetrated into Ma Jinghong's meridians. Ma Jinghong, who had no time to resist, was directly blocked by him.

In the Wanxiang Sect, Ma Jinghong has always been a strong character. Even if some existences with stronger cultivation than him have some disputes with him, they will unconsciously give him three points.

But now, he was going to be hung on the Bibo Pond for three days. Although this would not cause any harm to him who had become Yuefan, his face had been lost.

Anger, boundless anger surged in his heart. He wished he could break Zheng Ming's head directly at this time.

But under the suppression of the strong old man, he could not move at all. So at this moment, he could only glar at Zheng Ming with an angry look.

However, Zheng Ming ignored his intentions at all, which made his anger useless. Just as he looked at Zheng Ming, he found that Jin Yuandong, who was hiding beside Zheng Ming, was winking at him.

And it blinks very hard.

Jin Yuandong's reminder suddenly reminded him of the real purpose of his visit today. He turned his head toward Zheng Ming and said, "Sect Master, I offend the Sect Master, I should punish you, but I would like to ask the Sect Master to give me justice in Zhentufeng."

"According to the sect's practice, our Tushima lineage has a share of 100,000 yuan every year, but it has been five years so far. The share of 30,000 yuan my Tushima lineage gets every year is less than 30,000 yuan. I would like to ask the sect leader to give justice to my Tushima disciples!"

"We are disciples of the Wanxiang Sect. We can give all of our things for the Wanxiang Sect, but we also ask the sect to protect the benefits that ordinary disciples deserve."

Ma Jinghong's voice finally contained a hint of sadness and anger, and even had a touching effect.

Zheng Ming knew very well that this was their real trick, but since he had already won the title of the sect leader, he could not help but solve it.

So he looked at Jin Yuandong who looked aggrieved, and without asking at all, Jin Yuandong knelt in front of him.

"Sect Master, the Yuanshi from the Earth-Shentu Lineage has only been issued 30,000 yuan, but my subordinates have no choice!"

"There are fewer and fewer Yuan stones entering the sect every year, but the number of Yuan stones required by each vein has not decreased. Even if I kill Jin Yuandong, I can't make up for this deficit!"

"Since the head of horse reports to you today, the subordinates will officially resign from you." As he spoke, Jin Yuandong had an additional storage bracelet in his hand. He handed it to Zheng Ming with both hands: "This is the general account of Yuanshi of Wanxiang Mountain and the token of the treasurer for a hundred years. Please check it out."

Just after Zheng Ming took the bracelet, he suddenly stood up, his fat body full of freedom and freedom: "Hahaha, I, Jin Yuandong, no longer have to be trapped by this Yuanshi, and no longer have to tear down the wall to repair the wall."

With a bird out of the cage, he clasped his fists at Zheng Ming and said, "Sect Master, if you have any instructions, please let your subordinates come over, and you will say goodbye first."

While speaking, Jin Yuandong waved his sleeves and a purple ark appeared at his feet. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared on the mountain.

When Zheng Ming's divine thoughts invaded the bracelet, he found that there were more than a dozen books and a token carved with inscriptions in the bracelet. Zheng Ming did not have the intention to read those books. Since they had prepared them and sent them, it was naturally difficult to find any problem.

The healthy old man looked at the departure of Jin Yuandong, shook his head gently, and then said to Zheng Ming: "What should Ma Jinghong do with it?"

"It can't be reduced if you hang in Bibotan for three days!" Zheng Ming did not look at Ma Jinghong and said lightly.

The healthy old man immediately grabbed Ma Jinghong and said, "Let's go!"

"Zheng Ming, I offended you and deserve to be punished, but as the sect leader, if you cannot give me a single bowl of water, we will not accept you!"

"The Yuan stone is not enough, hahaha, why are some branches and Yuan stones sufficient? Why are there not enough Yuan stones when we reach our Zhentu Vein? Tell me, what is this for? Do our disciples of Zhentu Vein do not need to practice?"

"I'm not convinced!"

I was dissatisfied with my true energy roaring, and for a moment, the sound of the sound shook all directions. In the blink of an eye, many heads of various veins that came from the air gathered from all directions.

After seeing Ma Jinghong being taken away, they didn't say anything, and no one among them even spoke, but this silent pressure made people feel uncomfortable many times.

"The Sect Master, the annual Yuan stone will be distributed. My disciples from the Qingtian lineage can't even get the Yuan stones that are necessary for cultivation. Please consider it."

"My disciples had already cut off Yuanshi three months ago. Considering you, is our Hongtian lineage raised by our stepmother?"

"Haha, why are you and I getting angry? The number of Yuanshi is owned. Master Zheng, we are all subordinates of Wanxiang Mountain. Please do not let some people die. We disciples of the branch line starve to death!"

"Who is running to death?"

"Whoever holds it to death knows that the production of Yuanshi has declined. Why haven't I heard that it was released? Why was it possible to send it all ten years ago? Now it's only half of it!"

Zheng Ming looked at the complaining people in front of him, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Today should be the first day I became the sect leader. Even if you are in urgent need of Yuanshi, you still want me to understand the situation of the sect and then give you a reply!"

The lords of the lineage who flew over seemed to know that it was meaningless to bother Zheng Ming at this time, so most of them stopped saying a word.

"Sect Master, we all know that you don't understand the situation. We can wait for a while, but you can't let us wait forever. You always give us a time to give us a hope!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a bitter face. He rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "Young people have been cut off the Yuan stone for a long time. Although they can be suppressed for the time being, total suppression is not a solution!"

"What Brother Xuanku said is that I think my leader is becoming less and less prestige, so please understand the sect leader."

"Please understand me and wait!"

Although Zheng Ming didn't like this situation very much, he knew that he would never be able to escape without making a promise. He pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Ten days, you can give me ten days. In ten days, I will give you an explanation."

Ten days, this time is not too long. Most of the heads no longer spoke, but Xuan Ku said at this moment: "Sect Master, it's not that we don't give you too long, but the disciples can't wait."

"I have a disciple who is ready to break through Yuefan. I urgently need Yuanshi. I also ask the Sect Master to give us a reply within five days."

"It is not difficult to sort out this matter by the sect leader. I think five days are a bit long, and three days are enough." The person who spoke was a man who looked over thirties and was a bit romantic and elegant.

"It's enough for three days. Even if I can wait for more than I can, those disciples can't wait!"

Although the word "Sect Master" is widely mentioned, Zheng Ming finds it difficult to hear the majesty he deserves from these titles.

He knew very well that the reason for these was very simple, that is, these people did not regard him as a real sect leader at all. Even the sect leader, in the eyes of these people, was a junior of good luck.

Although there is Qinglian Sword Song, their cultivation is too low, so they look down on it. What's more, there is only one person in the Changtian lineage, so this sect leader naturally has no prestige.

"Okay, everyone can leave. I'll solve the problem in three days."
Chapter completed!