The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

Shanguan and Customs are located 1,500 miles east of Feitianmen. Beyond Shanguan, you will reach the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Beyond the customs, you will reach the vast East China Sea.

Shanguan and customs complement each other and are also called Shanhaiguan.

Long Gang serves as the trade protector of Feitian Sect.

The purpose of this business trip is to sell Feitianmen's specialties to Shanhaiguan.

Then buy the spiritual objects that Feitianmen is in short supply from the mountains and seas, and then exchange them.

"That person is Long Gang?"

Ye Yang carried the ghost-headed seven-ring sword on his back and looked at the man in front of him who was wearing the Beast King's armor and holding a blade-swallowing spiritual spear in his hand.

Long Gang looks in his fifties, has rough skin, and has a slanted scar on the left side of his face.

There is some white hair on the temples, but the body is strong, the lion's nose is huge, and it is extremely powerful.

As the chief protector of this trade route escort, Long Gang is naturally different from others in that he has a special demon horse ride.

At this moment, he unloaded the dragon gun and got into a carriage with a jade cover and yellow flowers and brocade patterns.

Ye Yang was arranged to serve as a guard around the carriage, so he had more opportunities to observe Long Gang.

There were about a hundred or so people in the convoy, and it was a safe journey at Feitianmen Station at first.

After walking out of Feitian Gate, Ye Yang saw many refugees in ragged clothes.

He stepped on the weeds next to him and was startled.

There was actually the body of an elderly refugee in the weeds, but the body was bitten by wild dogs and had bloody wounds everywhere.

"Brother, are you a disciple of Feitian Sect?"

Ye Yang was riding on a horse, and a man wearing a single shirt with bare arms came close to him.

Because he has been weathered, his face is full of wrinkles.

Ye Yang glanced at the calluses on his hands and nodded.

"It's better to be a disciple of the sect! Unlike low-level monks like us who live in the mud and rain, we can't keep any of the spiritual stones in our hands, and we have to work hard all our lives."

Ye Yang didn't speak. He was not familiar with this person, so he didn't know what he meant.

There are close to 200 disciples of Feitian Sect and more than 20 Dharma protectors.

In addition to the sect's headquarters, there are also two mines and a spiritual field.

Generally speaking, after a disciple leaves the sect, he can be distributed to various places and serve as a deacon.

In the eyes of these people, he is considered a big shot.

The man still didn't stop and said: "The Feitian Sect's recruitment of disciples is not strict, and the assessment is not strict. My youngest son has also reached the age of cultivation, and I thought I would let him try it out to see if he can enter the Feitian Sect."

After finishing speaking, he smiled proudly: "My boy has been smart since he was a child. If he could enter the Feitian Sect, he wouldn't have to be like me who comes in the wind and rain and eats ashes every day."

Only then did Ye Yang realize that this person was trying to find out how the sect recruited disciples and prepare for his son.

He thought for a moment.

"The sect has not recruited disciples in the past few years. Don't worry. If we recruit disciples in the future, we will definitely get the news."

Cultivation is extremely consuming for practitioners.

Taohuawu fell.

Feitianmen's headquarters "Twilight Danxia" only has one low-grade spiritual vein, which can support the practice of hundreds of people in the headquarters. It has reached the load point, so it has not recruited new disciples in the past few years.

"How many days will it take for our trip to reach the second pass of Shanhaiguan?"

"That's not certain. It could be a month at the earliest. After all, the distance is there."

"They say that our Protector Long Gang is very powerful, so there shouldn't be any danger. How are the others?"

Ye Yang deliberately probed Long Gang's tone.

The man pursed his lips and said nothing.

"High strength means high strength. As for people, you will know next. As for whether it is dangerous or not, you can't say for sure. Yalong Ridge is in chaos during this period."

Ye Yang knew that there was a great disaster in Jiuyangzhou and the surrounding areas. The land was red and the land was thousands of miles away, and the people fled in all directions.

The Universiade Dynasty had just completed its unification, and the forces of the former vassal states and many sects were destroyed and temples were destroyed, and they were driven deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Along the way, Ye Yang saw demonic monks holding ghost-calling flags, as well as fat Toutuo and monks in hundreds of robes, and there were even Taoists leading a procession with Yin horses.

There are many Taoist bandits and refugees.

However, Ye Yang and a group of people were very large in number. They walked for several days and were protected by monks, so they did not encounter any danger.

This person, on the other hand, has come to see Ye Yang often these days.

Whenever he opened his mouth, he would always praise his precious son. Only then did Ye Yang know that this man was called Dong Li.

He has been working in the Feitianmen trade route for more than twenty years, but he only has the third level of ventilation.

He doesn't have the strength to be strong, and he doesn't know how to curry favor with others. He is an honest man and can only do some hard work of carrying heavy objects.

But I have been talking to Dong Li in the past few days.

Ye Yang also knew that Long Gang's reputation was not good, and the most typical one was that he liked prostitutes.

No, Ye Yang, just after he finished speaking, he heard the sound of crying coming from Long Gang's carriage ahead.

It's just that Long Gang is the person in charge this time, so no one dares to say anything.

Some of his subordinates even searched for beautiful women and girls overnight and sent them to his tent in order to please him.

Then a man stepped out of the carriage with his chest bare.

Inside the carriage, a woman's cry could be heard faintly.

"Fenglian, give me a squeeze on your legs."

As soon as Long stepped out of the carriage and shouted, a beautiful snow-white woman holding a butterfly blade stroked the black hair on her forehead, knelt on the ground, and pinched his feet and legs.

Long Gang seemed to be tired from walking and shouted: "Rest here."

"It's dad. Everyone rest where they are."

Hearing Long Gang's call, a young man on a horse galloped towards him.

This young man was short and fat, with big protruding ears, protruding buck teeth, a fat head and a big face. He also had a purple-shirted bow on his back.

Seeing this person, Ye Yang couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this the man who shot arrows at him in Moli Mountain and shouted that my father is Long Gang?

He originally thought that someone was trying to trick Long Gang, but he didn't expect that it was one of his own people who was trying to trick one of his own.

A group of people sat down to rest, and Ye Yang took out a piece of dry food and settled it on the spot.

Dong Li brought him a bowl of hot soup at this time.

A snow-white naked girl rushed out of the carriage Long Gang was riding in, and then hit a large stone heavily.

Immediately, blood spattered, her brain burst, and the girl was already dead.