The war ended, and the guard side was completely defeated. He was pulled out again and knelt in a row with all the bitter miners. Seeing the murderous gaze of the winning side, the young master Fang shivered and made the second wise decision in his life. His knees softened and fell to the ground. He cried in tears in his second sad tone of his life: "Hero, please spare my life. I have a 90-year-old mother and a two-year-old brother. The whole family is supported by me. Please hero..."

Then, he was kicked over and knocked out. Before he fainted, he vaguely heard the other party's contemptuous sneer.

"Haha, what's going on with this idiot?"

"Maybe I'm scared."

"There is a ninety-year-old mother above and a two-year-old brother below. Cough... Cough, his father, it's not easy."

"Do you want to stay?"

"Why keep a fool? Forget it, just beat him up for a few hours and throw it out."

...

When I woke up again, I don’t know how many days it will happen. Young Master Fang felt that his bones were falling apart, and even his mind was blank.

After lying down for a few days, he finally regained consciousness, remembered his father, Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen, and the fat white man... At that moment, Young Master Fang cried bitterly.

The awakened Master Fang took the healing pill refined by Gu Fenghua. A few days later, he staggered away from the sad place and wandered around the Lingji Realm.

Perhaps, even God could not bear to see his miserable fate, so he finally gave him a chance. By chance, he came to a low-grade sect, and happened to catch up with the sect to recruit disciples. This time, he remembered the name of this sect: Wuwang Sect.

It's just a low-grade sect, so of course there will be no high requirements for recruiting disciples. The qualifications of Young Master Fang are not too bad, so he successfully passed the assessment and was accepted by Wuwang Sect.

What surprised him the most was that according to the elder Chuangong who was responsible for the assessment, his qualifications were rare in Wuwang Sect for thousands of years. As long as nothing unexpected happens, he will be personally passed down by the sect leader. The sect leader has no son. If he practices well, he may be accepted as the adopted son by the sect leader and inherit the position of sect leader in the future.

Seeing the ancient sect with his own eyes and the magnificent sect master's hall, he knew that he had not been deceived this time.

It's just a low-grade sect. If it were the past, Young Master Fang wouldn't take the position of this sect leader seriously, but now it's different. Young Master Fang, who has been a black miner for a while, has long experienced the difficulty of survival in the Lingji Realm. When he heard the words of Elder Chuangong, he was so excited that he almost cried on the spot.

He secretly swore in his heart that he must practice hard, must take the position of Wuwang Sect leader, and must live his own life.

With such ambition, Fang Tianyou and several other selected young people came to the Sect Master's Hall.

At this moment, the ancient bell rang in the sect. The sound of the bell was distant and vast. The young master Fang was so intoxicated that he couldn't help but sigh: It's worthy of being the Holy Heaven of Wuji. Even if it's just a low-grade sect, the new disciples have such a big show. This welcome ceremony is really grand.

Of course, it may not be that there is such a big show every time a new disciple enters the school. This time it is just a special case because of him. After all, he is a man who has a great hope of inheriting the position of sect leader, and it is also worth it to be a little bit louder. After the shock, Young Master Fang thought so complacently again.
Chapter completed!