I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices

All the disciples became excited.    

They had been separated from such a familiar feeling for eight hundred years.    

As long as their Master was here, there would never be a lack of a hardworking atmosphere in the sect.    

Xie Qilan looked at Shen Jun and the high spirits of her junior brothers. She actually started tearing up.    

Among all the disciples, she was the only one who had waited for this scene for 9000 years.    

Ever since Xie Qilan remembered things, she had never lived a peaceful life for two days.    

She had drifted about since she was young, avoiding the pursuit of her enemies.    

It was only when she met Shen Jun and her junior brothers and sisters did she know what happiness was.    

Now.    

Master had been resurrected, and he had brought half of his junior brothers and sisters with him.    

This was the happiness she had waited for 9000 years for.    

She would never allow anyone to destroy it!    

Immediately after.    

The disciples ran to the pile of captives eagerly to pick their spoils of war.    

Lee Qinglian, Sun Wufan, and Zhuge Tianji were the fastest because of their high realms.    

However, none of them attacked the two Great Sovereigns of Phantom Clan. Instead, they randomly picked the weakest alien race.    

"Senior brothers, what are you doing?"    

The other disciples were puzzled.    

In their point of view, Anjiu from the Phantom Clan must have been left for their master.    

But the remaining Dark Eagle should have been left for one of their three senior brothers.    

Regarding this, all three senior brothers had their own excuses.    

Sun Wufan laughed loudly, "It's just meritorious points. Senior brother, I've already saved quite a bit along the way. Now, I'll leave these to junior brothers and sisters."    

Lee Qinglian also smiled. "Junior brother Wufan is already so sensible. As a senior brother, I am too embarrassed to take the big head."    

Zhuge Tianji... Zhuge Tianji didn't say anything. He picked up the alien and walked to the side to interrogate him.    

The other disciples didn't say anything. They were incomparably touched.    

There was a senior brother who thought so highly of himself, and his master who always thought of him.    

They were satisfied.    

After the three senior brothers took the prisoners away, the other disciples also rushed forward and started fighting for the captives.    

Those with low cultivation bases became delicious food.    

In any case, they just picked the poor ones and left the valuable ones to the others.    

Under this kind of atmosphere, that Middle Period of Emperor Anjiu had actually become trash that no one cared about.    

More than ten disciples passed by him, and no one took a second look at him.    

Anjiu was really depressed.    

I'm an Emperor Expert of the Phantom Tribe after all, so why are you all looking down on me?    

If you want to kill me, then cut me into pieces! I can't fight back!    

But at the very least, you have to respect me a little!    

A few minutes later, all the captives were snatched away.    

There was only one outsider and one disciple left.    

The remaining outsider was naturally the Dark Eagle that no one wanted.    

As for the remaining disciple...    

"Van Tong, there's only one left. What are you still choosing here? Hurry up and take him away." Shen Jun looked at the little fatty who was at a loss and said in an angry and funny manner.    

The last disciple was naturally the forty years old disciple in the sect, Van Tong, who cultivated the Great Dao of Food.    

When the disciples were selecting prisoners, Shen Jun did not intervene.    

He had seen their performance.    

Shen Jun was very satisfied with how modest his fellow disciples were.    

"Master, I..." Van Tong was at a loss for what to do. He did not want to choose this person.    

"Also, although it doesn't matter if a cultivator is fatter, with your body size... you still need to lose weight when you have time." Shen Jun laughed and went forward to pat Van Tong's big belly.    

For cultivators, not to mention changing their body size, even changing from a man to a woman was a matter of thought.    

But for those who cultivated the Great Dao of Food, this was not an easy task.    

"Yes... I understand, I will definitely follow your instructions" Van Tong hurriedly clasped his hands in response. His fat face was full of grievance.    

The group of senior and junior brothers were fighting over the captives. Naturally, it was impossible for them to use Spiritual Force.    

Everyone relied on their physical bodies to squeeze and snatch.    

With that, Van Tong's body would suffer a huge loss.    

He was small and small. If he slightly leaned to the side and squeezed, he could at least move forward a little.    

As for Van Tong, this little fatty?    

He had been squeezed to the outermost part of the room since the beginning. He could not even squeeze half a body. He could only watch as those weaker ones were picked by his senior brothers and sisters one by one.    

In the end, there was only one dark hawk left that was hated by tens of thousands of people.    

Van Tong did not know whether he should be happy or sad.    

No matter what, this little fatty had already set a goal for him.    

This time, after entering the Land of Opportunity, he must try his best to change himself, break through, and cultivate.    

It would be best if he could slim down a little.    

Wait! When he leaves, he must make everyone, even his master, shocked!    

When he thought of this, Van Tong's heart was filled with energy.    

When he unlocked the wrist guard of the Dark Eagle's left hand, he saw the long string of numbers on it.    

Van Tong's eyes lit up.    

55 million meritorious points!    

Wah!    

This Phantom Clan was really filthy rich.    

Everyone knew that this Dark Eagle had a high social status, but no one had expected him to be so fat!    

More than 50 million meritorious points.    

This was enough to support Tianlang's team for many years.    

Next, all the disciples displayed their respective abilities and began interrogating the foreign race they had chosen.    

Shen Jun also walked up to Anjiu.    

"Shen Jun, you want to get something out of my mouth? In your next life! Even if my soul is destroyed today, I won't let you get any more benefits! "    

Anjiu gritted his teeth and glared at Shen Jun in front of him.    

He was unwilling to accept this!    

He, the dignified Great Sovereign of Phantom Clan, had actually fallen into the hands of this puny Half Emperor.    

One! Half Emperor interrogated a Great Sovereign.    

It would make people laugh their teeth out loud.    

Anjiu also knew that he wouldn't be able to escape death. It was just a matter of time.    

Besides... as long as he didn't say anything, Shen Jun wouldn't kill him so quickly.    

He might be able to find a chance to escape if he delayed for a little longer!    

As for Shen Jun's side...    

When he saw Anjiu's gloomy expression, how could he not guess what he was thinking?    

Where is this person?    

When it came to life and death situations, one would always love to think about these things.    

What was the use of thinking so much?    

Shen Jun smiled disdainfully.    

Then.    

Swoosh!    

He picked up a long sword from the ground and instantly activated the Devil God Bone.    

In an instant, black flames covered the sword.    

Puchi!    

Without any hesitation.    

He raised his hand and swung it down, chopping off Anjiu's head with his sword!    

The strange black fire invaded Anjiu's body at the first moment. Anjiu didn't even have the time to scream before he turned into ashes.    

The dignified Middle Period of Emperor Phantom Clan had died without a doubt.    

In an instant.    

The group of disciples and the captives were all stunned.    

This... This was the Middle Period of Emperor Phantom Clan!    

The famous Super Strong of the Double Roll Champion!    

You didn't even interrogate him, and you just killed him just like that??