Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

The three sect leaders of Tiandao Sect, Yuquan Sect, and Lingxin Peak gathered outside Yujin Mansion. In Yujin Mansion, only these three sects are capable.

And the little pharmacist was kidnapped in Yujin Mansion, and the biggest suspects are also these three sects.

This is not only what Ye Zhiqiu thinks, but also the three sect leaders hold the same view.

"Tell me! Which of you two kidnapped the person? The matter has been reported to Ye Zhiqiu. It is definitely impossible to take it all by yourself. It is better to be open and benefit everyone, and share a lot of pressure."

The speaker is the sect leader of Tiandao Sect, who is in his forties, with a face like a red date, a fat face, and a pair of triangular eyes that make him look a little cold.

Sitting on his left is the sect leader of Lingxin Peak, who is also in his forties, thin, with narrow cheeks, and a pair of eyes that roll around from time to time and are full of cunning.

The leader of the Yuquan Sect on the right was dressed in a strange black and white Taoist robe. His round face was always smiling. He was in his fifties and looked quite kind.

After the two looked at each other, they cast their suspicious eyes on the leader of the Tiandao Sect.

The leader of the Lingxin Sect coughed a few times and spoke first, "You doubt us, but I also doubt whether you are the thief crying thief."

Although the leader of the Yuquan Sect did not speak, the questioning look was also self-evident.

The leader of the Tiandao Sect stood up suddenly and said angrily, "If I had kidnapped someone, why would I have invited you two to come over and talk."

"Who else has the courage to enter the prison of Yujin Mansion to kidnap someone except our three sects at the moment?"

The leader of the Yuquan Sect said with a smile.

So the three of them looked at each other suspiciously again.

"I think it's better to talk it out. Whoever has it, why not give it to the three sects to share? The little pharmacist will not be unable to produce three doses of medicine!"

The Lingxin Sect Master turned his eyes and spoke slowly, then looked at the Tiandao Sect Master.

"Even if it's not enough, we can provide spiritual medicine to the little pharmacist to help refine it. If one person keeps it all, then Ye Zhiqiu will probably not be able to stay."

The Yuquan Sect Master nodded and agreed with a smile, and then looked at the Tiandao Sect Master.

This made him very uncomfortable. It turned out that from the beginning to the end, these two guys had made up their minds to have the people in his hands.

It would be difficult to convince them. One old fox, with eight hundred tricks in his body, and the other smiling tiger, who smiled all day long, would deceive people silently.

If the two really joined hands, it would be difficult for him to deal with it.

The Tiandao Sect's face was uncertain, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "How about this, the three sects swear that if one sect hides it, the other two sects will jointly attack it."

"It's really not you?"

The two were slightly surprised and blurted out.

Then they looked at each other with suspicion, and the Lingxin Sect Master quickly said, "I am willing to swear too. If it were me, you are welcome to trouble me."

The Yuquan Sect also nodded and said, "I agree."

This is strange. After a round, none of the three did it.

"The biggest suspicion is on us. Ye Zhiqiu probably thinks so too."

The Lingxin Sect Master said with a gloomy face and frowned.

"I'm afraid the three of us have been blamed, okay!"

The Yuquan Sect Master's smiling expression disappeared, and he laughed sinisterly.

Ye Zhiqiu's method was simple and brutal, but the Rat Taoist had a headache. He originally planned to let the three major sects outside block the attack for a while, and then take the medicine and release it secretly after a few days, without anyone noticing.

But this Lord of the Mansion just muddied the water. The three major sects would sooner or later find him.

The Rat Taoist was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed, "Ye Pifu is really unrefined and a real bastard."

Now time is running out, and he has to ask the pharmacist to take out the elixir as soon as possible. He wants it whether it is to improve his qualifications or to improve his cultivation.

After thinking for a while, he decided to go and see it himself. He hurried to the courtyard. There were many rockery in the courtyard. He walked to the bottom of the largest rockery, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the rock wall, and a concave place moved slightly.

A stone door on the ground opened, revealing a staircase extending to the underground.

After going down the stairs and passing a corridor, there was a stone room in front of him, with more than ten disciples guarding outside.

As he walked up, the Rat Taoist asked with a gloomy face, "What's going on?"

A disciple reported in a panic, "We have been guarding for a whole day, but he just lies down and sleeps, and he doesn't make the elixir. A disciple went in to urge him, and he said that there were not enough herbs."

"But when we got the herbs, he continued to sleep. The disciples went in to urge him again, and reported the herbs for us to prepare. This has been tossed back and forth seven or eight times."

The disciple's face was bitter, and he said, "In the end, he simply didn't reply and just slept."

The Rat Taoist was furious and rushed into the stone room quickly. He saw that the fire in the alchemy furnace inside was not lit, and various precious spiritual medicines were thrown around like garbage, and Han Yu was sleeping with a thousand-year-old ginseng king as a pillow not far away.

It was really too boring. There was no other entertainment except sleeping. Making the elixir? He didn't even know the steps of making the elixir.

The five immortals outside were the most annoying, coming to bother them from time to time. Han Yu had no choice but to find some work for them like naming dishes.

But he only knew so many medicinal herbs, so he just ignored them in the end. He couldn't make up anything anyway.

The Taoist Mouse came in and stood in front of Han Yu, suddenly shouting, "Young Master."

Han Yu was startled. After seeing who was coming, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and got up, and threw away the King of Ginseng.

The Rat Taoist's eyes twitched, and he tried hard to suppress his anger. He forced out an ugly smile and said, "Since you don't have the elixir, why don't you start yet?"

Han Yu yawned and shook his head helplessly, "I have no inspiration, I can't refine it."

The Rat Taoist could no longer suppress his anger, and suddenly shouted, "I treat you with courtesy, sir, you are playing tricks on me."

As soon as the voice fell, a row of disciples walked in from the door and tied Han Yu to the alchemy furnace without saying anything.

One of the disciples pulled out a long whip with barbs and looked at the Rat Taoist. The Rat Taoist said fiercely, "Hit him!"

After receiving the order from the Rat Taoist, the disciple did not dare to hold back, and swung the whip and hit Han Yu.

After beating for about half a minute, the disciple felt more and more wrong, and even the Rat Taoist felt something was wrong.

Han Yu opened his eyes in doubt, without any expression of pain. If the clothes on his chest had not been torn into pieces, the Rat Taoist would have even suspected that his disciples were acting.

"His body is so stiff."

The disciple holding the whip suddenly exclaimed, holding up the whip in his hand to show everyone, the row of barbs had already been whipped without edges and corners.

"Come up a few more, give me sticks, clubs, and hammers together."

The Rat Taoist said with a cold face.

So a few more disciples came up, each holding a sledgehammer, iron rod, and iron rod in their hands.

There were bursts of knocking sounds in the stone room.

After a long time, Han Yu looked at his clothes helplessly, with pieces of cloth hanging on his body. He was not injured, but the clothes could hardly cover his body.

Seeing that he could not do anything to Han Yu, the Rat Taoist was furious, sent his disciples away, and stepped forward and hit him in the chest with a palm.

With a muffled sound, the Rat Taoist retreated several steps. Han Yu didn't take it seriously at first, but when the Rat Taoist hit his chest with a palm, he felt his whole body tremble, and bile spurted out directly with a nausea.

Han Yu was shocked. His 60-year-old body was broken!

The Rat Taoist was even more shocked. He was a cultivator in the Other Shore Realm, but he just spit out bile with a palm?

What kind of body is this?

If he had more means to fight with injuries in exchange for injuries, who in the Other Shore Realm could do anything to him?

Han Yu secretly regretted that he was too arrogant before. One palm made him spit out bile. Wouldn't he die if he got a few more palms?

"I'll give you one more day at most. If you don't see the elixir tomorrow, I can only throw you into the alchemy furnace. I think iron can melt, so your body should not be difficult."

Seeing that he couldn't do anything to him now, the Rat Taoist could only threaten him and leave.

Disciples from the three major sects kept rushing to Yujin City. The doors of the small sects were violently knocked open, and they were searched everywhere like a house search.

For a while, it can be said that there was chaos everywhere.

Ye Zhiqiu, who should have come out to stop all this, was indifferent. He wanted to find out the person who embarrassed him.

"Then I will just put you all together and deal with you."

Ye Zhiqiu sat in the government office and smiled coldly.