My Disciples Are All Villains - 176. Chapter 175 The Principle of Sword Demon

Lu Zhou nodded in satisfaction.

The people of Yunzong are quite acquainted.

However, Hua Wudao continued: “But…they have one additional condition.”

“Say.”

“One Ding Fanqiu is not enough… you need to add a Heavenly Rank weapon.” Hua Wudao said this without confidence.

It felt a bit like helping Yunzong speak.

After all, this is the Motian Pavilion, and no one is sure whether the pavilion master will be angry after hearing this.

Lu Zhou’s expression seemed very calm…

It’s impossible for this old face to be as rich as young people.

Ming Shiyin said: “Insatiable, Motian Pavilion is willing to make a deal with them. He has given a chance, and he still wants Heaven-rank weapons? Do you know how valuable Heaven-rank weapons are?”

Yunzong made this request, obviously because the value of Ding Fanqiu was too low.

Even if Ding Fanqiu is a master of Wuye, in their opinion, a Ding Fanqiu is not enough to exchange for a piece of black wood lotus.

“Of course I know the preciousness of heavenly weapons… and I don’t advocate exchanging them with them.” Hua Wudao was uncharacteristically.

Ming Shiyin was also a little surprised, and said, “Are you not worried about Ding Fanqiu?”

“Although I can’t live up to my conscience, I still have a clear stand.” Hua Wudao said.

“Master… it’s about the future of Junior Sister, it’s up to you to decide it yourself.” Ming Shiyin turned to Luzhou and said.

Xiao Yuan’er did not dare to speak, but her eyes were full of expectation.

As a disciple of the Motian Pavilion, you know that Master has many weapons in his hands.

There are also rumors in the practice world that Ji Tiandao had a lifeless adventure and obtained a large number of treasures and weapons.

This has cultivated so many villains.

Therefore, Yunzong wanted to take this opportunity to change a weapon.

At the same time, it can ease the relationship with the Motian Pavilion.

Even if the Motian Pavilion does not agree, the relationship is equivalent to maintaining the status quo, and it will have little impact on Yunzong.

I have to say that Yunzong’s wishful thinking is well played.

Luzhou opens the road:

“There are a lot of weapons in my hand… but it doesn’t mean that you can give it away at will.”

Hua Wudao was not surprised, and said, “I will notify Yunzong as soon as possible.”

“Since Yunzong is unwilling to hand over the black wood lotus…then this seat has to be robbed another day.” Lu Zhou said.

“…”

As soon as I heard the snatch.

Hua Wudao became embarrassed.

According to the current situation of Motian Pavilion, if he really wants to go to Yunzong to ask for Black Manglietia, he must be Huawudao who takes the lead.

How can he do it with such a face?

“Retreat.” Lu Zhou’s tone became beyond doubt.

Hua Wudao clinched her hands, not talking.

Ming Shiyin said, “Master, this is a good way…seriously, I haven’t grabbed something for a long time. If this continues, my ranking on the black list will drop!”

“Presumptuous.” Lu Zhou’s voice increased.

Ming Shi was so frightened that he knelt down and said quickly: “The disciple knows what’s wrong!”

Quick talk, after all, got into trouble.

Little Yuan’er said: “Master, I don’t want Black Mulian. I don’t believe it.

Lu Zhou turned his head and glanced at Xiao Yuan’er and said, “Really?”

“Of course it is true.” Xiao Yuan’er smiled and said, “Anyway, there is a master to protect me.”

“You girl…”

Lu Zhou sternly said, “Your talent is extraordinary. If you don’t enter the Yuanshen Tribulation Realm, it would be a pity… Black Mulian is a treasure of genius and can help you break away from the sea. Now you have grown up. Great, Master cannot protect you for life.”

I can’t say that I am very weak, and I need your little girl’s personal protection, right?

Xiao Yuan’er was touched when she heard it, and said flatly, “Master won’t die…”

“…”

This means it’s kind, and it sounds a little weird.

at the same time.

Yunzong, sword world.

Yunzong has eight great holy altars for cultivation, and only the sword altar is the place with the least number of people.

Because the sword world belongs to only one person, that is Sword Saint Luo XIII.

Yunzong originally had seven altars of holy land, from handyman, outer disciple, to inner disciple, and the backbone, which are clearly distinguished.

Only this sword arena was built specifically for Luo XIII.

Luo Shisan yearned for the supreme swordsmanship with one heart, and only accepted a few disciples. Except for some disciples who took care of the sword world, and some other disciples who asked for advice, there were almost no figures.

In the middle of the sword arena, a huge furnace ding smoked with green smoke.

“Master has been in retreat for nearly a month, and the injury should be healed.”

“Hua Wudao didn’t hurt Master. Master mainly wants to restore his cultivation as soon as possible.”

“It only takes seven days to restore the cultivation base. Why do I have to retreat for such a long time? I still have a lot of swordsmanship I want to ask the teacher.”

“Master said before that someone will ask him to learn from him, and Master must maintain his peak state.”

“Who can make Master so careful?”

“If the opponent is so strong… Let’s move to the general stage.”

“Master said, you can hide for a while, you can’t hide for a lifetime.”

All the disciples were talking on a whim, but they didn’t notice the figure in a green robe outside the sword arena, walking in the void, walking in the void.

In an instant, the green-robed swordsman passed through layers of barriers and enchantments, and emerged on the sword altar.

“Who?”

A disciple saw the swordsman in the blue robe in the sky, and his expression was shocked.

The other disciples drew their swords one after another, facing the swordsman in the green robe, as if they were facing an enemy.

Being able to appear on the sword arena so strangely, the opponent’s strength is far beyond their imagination!

The Qingpao swordsman said gently:

“Don’t panic, everyone, I have an appointment with the Juggernaut, and I hope to announce it.”

The disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it is not the enemy.

Juggernaut Luo XIII has been famous for a long time, and it is not surprising to have such a master friend.

“It turns out to be a friend of the teacher! The junior will give a notification, and I hope senior will wait a little bit.”

“Work.”

The disciple had just ran out of the retreat, and a strong vitality rushed through the door!

Several sword gangs gush out from the gate!

Whoops, whoops!

Jian Gang rushed into the sword arena, rose up, and flew towards the sky.

“This…” The disciples were shocked.

Several Jian Gang flew to the Qingpao swordsman in a blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang!

The swordsman in the green robe was relaxed and free, and a block of wind condensed in front of him, blocking all the swords from the outside.

Jian Gang scattered and disappeared.

Sword Saint Luo Thirteen stepped on the void, floating out!

“Master!”

“Master!”

All disciples please peace.

Luo Shisan ignored the disciples, but floated towards the air, stagnating in the air tens of meters away from the Qingpao swordsman.

“coming?”

Looking at Luo Shisan, who was slightly old but with a masterful demeanor, the swordsman in Qingpao showed a satisfied smile.

“…You are not bad now. Interesting.”

“I thought you didn’t dare to come… Although there are not many cultivators in the sword altar of Yunzong, they are not the place where the Rats act recklessly. You are not afraid that I will set a trap?”

“Then kill at another time.”

Luo thirteen nodded, and said, “I think I have been in the practice world for many years, and I don’t bother to use such despicable means. I have always been different from your magic ways. If you want to fight, then it’s a fair fight.”

“So, better.”

Looking at the gentle blue-robed swordsman, Luo Shisan didn’t dare to be careless, holding his fists respectfully, and officially said:

“The first seat of the Yunzong sword arena, Luo Shisan, please advise!”

“Yu Shangrong.” The swordsman in Qingpao smiled, holding his fists symbolically.