My Disciples Are All Villains - 784. Chapter 775 The Wrath of the Twelve Sects of Yunshan (1 more)

Is it so awesome?

Seeing everyone’s dumbfounded expressions, Wu Wu said timidly: “People are telling the truth.”

If you talk about the people present, who knows the Motian Pavilion the most, it is Meng Changdong. When in Feixingzhai, the news from Tianwu Academy was to be sent to Feixingzhai in all likelihood. Three hundred years ago, Feixingzhai worked closely with Tianwu Academy. As the first group of practitioners to go to the Golden Lotus Realm, Meng Changdong saw Jiang Wenxu all in his eyes.

Meng Changdong looked at Wu Wu and said:

“Could it be mistaken? The Devil’s Pavilion has a great reputation in the Golden Lotus Realm, and many people pretend to be.”

Xia Changqiu said speechlessly: “Are you talking about Senior Lu pretending to be the Devil Heaven Pavilion?”

“No, no…” Meng Changdong suddenly realized that he was wrong and waved his hand again and again.

With Luzhou’s current strength and cultivation base, why do you have to pretend to be someone else?

Ji Fengxing explained: “It’s not obvious yet, it’s low-key… This is Honglian, and Jinlian’s people are here. It’s good not to be beaten by a group.”

When this was said.

Everyone had a chill on their backs.

Because… the people present are all Gulian practitioners. Now he wants to cooperate with the great demon of the golden lotus world. Isn’t this “seeking a tiger for skin”? No one knows whether this choice is right or not. In the face of life and death, they can only grit their teeth and move forward step by step.

Sikong Beichen said calmly: “I have witnessed Brother Lu’s Red Link Dharma Body with my own eyes. How do you explain this?”

Ji Fengxing was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Xia Changqiu responded nimbly: “Just…Senior Lu hadn’t released the blue lotus?”

Everyone was lost in thought.

“I don’t think there is any need for everyone to think about it… If Senior Lu is really a heinous person, how can he look at my Qianliu Guan?” Xia Changqiu smiled heartily and saw everyone watching him. He said, “To be honest, I know that many people look down on me and look down on Qian Liu Guan… My Xia Changqiu has no abilities, and my cultivation level is not high. But as long as Qian Liu Guan can survive, let me do anything… Human life I have to understand what I want.

“See the true knowledge for the details. I remember that when Senior Lu visited Qianliu Temple for the first time, Ji Fengxing gave up his life to protect Yu Shangrong, the second apprentice of Senior Lu. Senior Lu liked Ji Fengxing and wanted to admit him into the Motian Pavilion. Everyone, I am dull. , Ji Fengxing has such a talent and roots, why should he accept him for entry?

“Why?”

The hall was quiet.

Even the world-shaking ten-leaf master Sikong Beichen is nodding slightly, his eyes falling to the ground, not knowing what he is thinking.

Meng Changdong was a little embarrassed when he recalled what Lu Zhou said…

If such a character is really heinous and has no charisma, how can he let the masters in the seat be willing to die?

Xia Changqiu continued:

“The current situation is clear, and you must have counts in your hearts. Once you have decided on the direction, then don’t hesitate…There is no regret medicine in this world.

“If it weren’t for the fear of Senior Lu being disgusted, I would rather dismantle Feixingzhai and join the Motian Pavilion as a whole.

“Except Senior Lu, you and I have no choice.”

What Xia Changqiu said was naturally what Jiuzhongdian had in mind.

Everyone nodded their heads.

Suddenly, Meng Changdong remembered something. He looked at Ji Fengxing and asked, “The two Jiuye are the apprentices of Senior Lu?”

Ji Fengxing nodded and said:

“The great apprentice of Motian Pavilion, Yu Zhenghai, holds a wild jade sword in his hand. He just entered Jiuye and is good at knife skills. Kyushu is at peace in the world.”

Yao Qingquan looked embarrassed, turned his head and arched his hands and said, “Hall Master, it is this person who severely injured Kong Lu.”

Kong Lu was the elder of the Ninefold Hall at any rate. When Yu Zhenghai first came to Honglian, the two of them had a dispute for some reason, and they had a fight, but Kong Lu had been killed by Sikong Beichen’s stick. This just verified Yu Zhenghai’s strength.

“The second apprentice of Motian Pavilion, Yu Shangrong, holds the Heaven-Rank Longevity Sword in his hand. He is good at swordsmanship. The sword is like rain and continuous; I heard that there is no one he can’t kill.”

Both Sikong Beichen and Yao Qingquan have witnessed Yu Shangrong’s kendo.

“His kendo is truly unique.”

Sagong Beichen praised him, who would dare not accept it?

Meng Changdong swallowed and said, “It’s no wonder that these two people have such terrible cultivation bases during the encirclement and suppression of Qianliu Guan. The twelve sect master Xie Xuan of Yunshan is no match.”

Zhao Jianghe said:

“Practice together, the expert is the first. As a tribute, we should be called’Mr.’ from now on.”

“Except Senior Sikong, everyone else should be like this.”

Face the gap and recognize your identity.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Sikong Beichen felt that the improvement was much better. Although the torture of the karma is gone, he still needs to go back to recuperate, so he stood up and said, “Please thank Brother Lu for me and leave.”

“Respectfully send to Senior Sikong.”

Everyone bowed their hands.

Yao Qingquan and Zhao Jianghe followed and left the Central Palace.

The three of them drove Fei Nian away.

…

Wanzhangtuo Mountain, Middle Finger Peak, in the Taoist Temple.

After two days of repairs, the dojo was restored to its original condition.

In the sky 20 miles south of Wanzhangtuo Mountain, about thirty Tsing Yi practitioners continued to fly, skimming the towering trees, and flew towards Wanzhangtuo Mountain.

In the dojo, it is quiet and peaceful.

Ye Zhen put his hands up, placed on his legs, and closed his eyes to practice.

The character “Confucianism” on the wall glowed red from time to time, trembling with his breathing rate.

One after another, the prints floated out, revolving around…

At this time, Jiang Xiaosheng came to the outside of the dojo and said, “Master, Nie Chi, the twelfth sect of Yunshan, please see me.”

Ye Zhen slowly opened his eyes, his expression indifferent: “Please come up.”

“Yes.”

He closed his eyes again.

The thirty Tsing Yi practitioners flew up to Wanzhangtuo Mountain and entered the middle finger peak dojo.

Jiang Xiaosheng opened the dojo and said, “My teacher, please.”

Thirty practitioners entered the dojo one by one.

They saw Ye Zhenduan sitting in front of the word “Confucianism”, closing their eyes and practicing, and they were annoyed.

“Ye Zhen! It’s all for this, can you still settle down to practice?” said Nie Chi, standing at the forefront.

Ye Zhen didn’t open his eyes but said indifferently:

“I nurture awe-inspiring qi, qi is born from my heart, and my mind is determined by nature… If I can’t center my mind, how can I nurture my qi?”

A Tsing Yi practitioner said: “I can’t speak to you. I’d better ask Lord Chen Zhai to come out and see you.”

Ye Zhen slowly opened his eyes, stopped raising his qi, raised his hands, slightly hesitated, and said with a smile: “The Lord Zhai is unwell and it is not convenient to see guests. No matter the size of the affairs inside and outside Fei Xing Zhai, I will do it for you.”

“You can’t do it for you! The death of the twelve sect elder Xie Xuan has nothing to do with you… How do you do it for you?” said a Tsing Yi practitioner.

“There are unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and blessings. I deeply regret the death of Elder Xie Xuan. I will give a good explanation to the Twelve Sects of Yunshan.” Ye Zhen said.

Nie Chi was much calmer than the other Tsing Yi disciples.

Said:

“Ye Zhen, Elder Xie is a rare talent in the twelve sects of Yunshan. Fei Xingzhai and Chang Meng turned to the east and murdered Xie Xuan to allow the aliens to succeed. How do you plan to explain?”

Ye Zhen showed a faint smile and said:

“If you are wronged, you are in debt. You are here to solve the problem, not to create it. If anger can calm you down, please.”

He closed his eyes.

Spreading his hands on his legs, one character after another flew out of his fingers, rotating around Ye Zhen.

He was originally an angry Tsing Yi cultivator, but when he saw Ye Zhen’s attitude, he suddenly became angry.

There is nothing in the dojo, nothing.

A young Tsing Yi practitioner was furious and stepped on the floor.

boom!

That wooden floor, how could it withstand the thunderous kick of a cultivator, and be easily trampled through.

“Ye Zhen, if you talk about it, you should start with you… Don’t think that killing a flying turkey can be arrogant. You are still far away.”

The Twelve Sects of Yunshan came here for a very clear purpose.

Ask for an explanation for Xie Xuan.

Ye is really motionless.

The word print was suspended on Ye Zhen’s body, and the faint vitality continued to revolve.

He is practicing.

Practice in front of so many outsiders.

Nie Chi frowned slightly and said:

“Ye Zhen, what on earth do you want to do?”

Ye Zhen opened his eyes.

His eyes fell on the footprints of the young Tsing Yi practitioner.

He raised his head slightly, and in the clear eyes, it was hard to see what he was thinking.

“My explanation is very simple.”

Ye Zhen’s tone sank, “Along with Xie Xuan, let’s go on the road together.”

唰——————

The wooden doors on the front and back of the dojo closed instantly, and the landscape paintings on all sides looked like oceans, and red lines bloomed in line with the print on Ye Zhen’s body.

“Ye Zhen! You dare!”

Buzzing…

Thirty Tsing Yi practitioners sacrificed their dharmakayas in no time.

There are three people with eight leaves, seven people with seven leaves, ten people with six leaves, and the rest are all under five leaves…All the masters of the soul.

Several practitioners rushed towards Ye Zhen, and some practitioners blasted towards the surrounding landscape paintings.

Ye Zhen’s eyes were as light as water, and his arms stretched out.

The effect of Juetian Array is vividly reflected.

Bang bang bang!

Dozens of palm prints fell on Ye Zhen’s body, as if hit in the water, with no effect. The practitioners on both sides wanted to break through the dojo, but found that their power was like cotton candy, no use.

Everyone’s Law Bodies were imprisoned in the dojo.

Outside the dojo, it was quiet, as if nothing happened.

Nie Chi furrowed his brows, folded his palms, used all his strength, and said, “Kill Ye Zhen!”

“Yes!”

All swarmed up.

At this moment, Ye Zhen sacrificed the Law Bodies…