Things developed so fast that it was unimaginable. Xianyan Xianzun even doubted whether someone was messing with him. Outside the Discipline Hall, Xianyan Xianzun was blocked by the great elder with a high-sounding voice, "Sect master, it is better to go to Zhongchen Hall to take charge of such a trivial matter." , our old bones can still do the job."
At the bottom of the steps, Immortal Xianyan was stunned for two seconds. He looked at the Great Elder whom he had not seen for a long time. He flattened his lips and raised his hands to bow. His movements were perfunctory but hard to fault. "Looking at the Great Elder's appearance, the injury should be gone." It’s so serious that the junior didn’t get the news and came out to greet me, it’s really rude.”
"My nephew, he forgets things a lot when he becomes the sect leader. It's not rude. I, the fifth elder and the sixth elder can help my nephew take care of his worries."
With his sleeves being thrown out by the wind, the great elder turned around and entered the Discipline Hall with his hands behind his back.
His eyes swept over the great elder's confidants guarding outside the Discipline Hall one by one. His tongue touched his back molar, Xianyan Xianzun wanted to smile or not.
Sensing the danger, several of his cronies subconsciously grasped the hilts of their swords, and Xianyan Xianzun chuckled, "The Great Elder's vision in selecting people is much worse."
The sound fell to the ground, and Immortal Master Xianyan left slowly, holding five or six sword spikes in his shaking right hand.
The cronies were shocked, looking down at their bare swords, fear filled their hearts.
Entering the Discipline Hall was easy for Xian Yanxian Zun, but he couldn't.
"I'm beginning to envy Immortal Lord Li Yuan." The sword spike turned into powder and was swung away in a flourishing manner. Immortal Lord Xianyan said quietly while looking at the darkening sky.
Returning to Xianyun Hall, Immortal Master Xianyan, who had endured it for a long time, finally cursed loudly: "A bunch of old immortals!"
Yiyi, Erye, and Siyu stood aside obediently, staring at the ground, ignoring the angry image of Xianyan, but not many people had seen it, and those who had seen it were probably dead!
Supporting the table, Immortal Master Xianyan leaned forward and looked at the three people pretending to be ostriches. "Do you think I should imitate Li Yuanming?"
Li Yuanming is the name of Immortal Lord Li Yuan. When the three of them heard it, they knelt on the ground in unison and said, "What the master says, what the slave does."
"You must be serious. It's a pity that your master doesn't have the same good luck as Li Yuanming."
Summoning the ancient immortal order from between his eyebrows, Immortal Master Xianyan looked at it with a rare hint of murderous intent on his gentle and elegant face.
How did he become the leader of the sect? It couldn't be him in terms of seniority. It was just because too many ancestors were killed and injured in the war between humans and demons. His cultivation was damaged and he had to stay in seclusion to recuperate. He was ordered to stabilize the ancient immortal sect in the face of danger.
The Great Elder and the others are making things difficult for them everywhere, which is ridiculous! I don’t want to be the master of this sect anymore. As long as they are in a state of becoming immortal at any time, I can be the leader!
Trying to push your own people to the top failed at first, and it is even more impossible now!
I remember that Zhao Wuzong was in the same situation back then. He was very ruthless and would do anything if he didn't accept it. Yu Hua is in a hurry and I'll help you!
It was also good luck that there were not many stubborn old immortals in his Zhaowuzong who were still alive.
With a little effort, the people who wanted to divide Zhaowuzong were eliminated.
But there are consequences, and some inheritance is broken. Otherwise, how could Liu Jin'er surpass him in this sect competition.
He, Immortal Lord Li Yuan, can act recklessly, but Immortal Lord Xianyan cannot. The Ancient Immortal Sect is the number one sect in the world of gods and demons. Its heritage, power, and background are so intertwined and complicated that it is difficult to imagine.
Moreover, the people Xianyan Xianzun faced were much smarter than those of Zhaowuzong. He had never known anything, and now even if Xianyan Xianzun wanted to kill someone, he would still do it without a name.
Just a bunch of scoundrels who rely on their elders! Thinking of this, Immortal Xianyan's blood surged up, and the ancient immortal order representing the identity of the sect leader was mercilessly smashed onto the table by Immortal Xianyan.
The table was torn into pieces, and the three of them looked at each other, stood up in unison, and dealt with the mess.
Yiyi dug out the ancient immortal order embedded in the brick from the ground, handed it to Xianyan Immortal, and said respectfully: "Do you want to find Mr. Fang Ci?"
"Looking? How to look for it!" Immortal Xianyan grabbed the ancient immortal order and put it back between his brows, "Didn't you hear what the great elder said? The fifth elder and the sixth elder have also come out, so I think the second elder and the others can't hold it back. You Do you think there is no one around Fang Ci right now? Although they don't get along, they are surprisingly unanimous in finding trouble for me. If I find Fang Ci now, they will immediately arrange a cover-up for me."
"That Mr. Fang Ci" started to speak but stopped.
"It doesn't matter."
Immortal Master Xianyan rubbed his brows tiredly, "I still quite believe in my vision for recruiting disciples. Fang Ci can't do it if his fellow disciples kill each other. To say the least, even if he really hates Ninefold Enmity and wants him to If I die, I will definitely do it myself. If they really want to pour dirty water on Fang Ci, I will have no choice but to move around."
Immortal Master Xianyan knocked on his shoulder and seemed to be talking to himself: "The day before yesterday, I summoned the two swords of Xuanzhi and found that they were blunt. I guess it was because they had not been stained with blood for too long. I really hope that I can sit still after the battle. They are the sect leader because they are vegetarians!”
The Xianyun Palace was eerily quiet for a few seconds, and the worry on their faces slowly dissipated, and they each went about their own business with peace of mind.
People were being taken to the Discipline Hall one after another, and the great elder and others were also released.
Rumors have been spreading around the outside world. From the beginning, pink gossip gradually began to turn into conspiracies. Some people even began to associate it with the Forbidden Forest in the Back Mountain. No matter how the rumors changed, Shui Miaomiao, Fang Ci, Jiuqiu Jingqiaoer, these four protagonists are not the same. It will change.
Fang Ci and Jing Qiaoer, who were at the center of the rumors, were separated by others with excuses. They were too busy rescuing their fellow sects to care about anything. They didn't even know what happened in the Discipline Hall.
Shui Miaomiao and Jiuchengqiu in Renjing Xiaozhu also had no idea.
Shui Miaomiao looked at Jiuchengqiu who was sleeping on the bed frame with his head propped up and speechless. When Jiuchengqiu confirmed that he was really in the foundation building stage, he almost fell asleep instantly.
After pushing Jiucheng Qiu down, Shui Miaomiao covered him with a quilt, moved a chair and sat beside the bed.
The sleeping Jiucheng Qiu is more lovable than the awake one, but how long does he plan to sleep on my bed? Shui Miaomiao looked out the window, she had done nothing today, but in the blink of an eye it was already dark.
Jiuzhong Qiu was still sleeping uneasily. The words in his sleep came. Shui Miaomiao turned back and listened quietly. She didn't know what he was talking about.
"Xuan...Zixuan...fear...don't be afraid...brother...will meet...protect..."
Jiuchengqiu's hands were restlessly groping on the bed. Shui Miaomiao guessed that he was looking for a knife. Jiuchengqiu couldn't find the knife, and he frowned in his sleep.
Shui Miaomiao stuffed the pillow into his arms, and within a few seconds, the pillow was hanged by Ninefold Vengeance.
Shui Yingyin turned into a knife and stuffed it into Jiuchengqiu's arms. After a moment of silence, Jiuzhongqiu suddenly started to tremble, with a sobbing look on his face.
In the darkness, he knew that it was not his knife. Did he lose his knife? It's like losing your sister.
Jiuzhongqiu suddenly swung his knife and threw it out. The sharp knife scratched Shui Miaomiao's arm, and blood slowly left behind.
"Is it difficult to let him sleep peacefully?" Shui Miaomiao stood up to pick up the magic sword thrown away by Jiuchengqiu. Shui Yingyin suddenly said, "I don't care what kind of sword you have, but you can't do this to a person. He’s only fifteen or sixteen years old!”
He was crazy to even try to communicate with a knife.
Shui Miaomiao picked up Shui Yingyin and took it back to her wrist. Looking back, she saw that the knife had appeared in Jiuchengqiu's arms at some point, bringing some peace to Jiuchongqiu.
The pure black scabbard was stained with the blood dripping on the bed from Shui Miaomiao, making it look particularly terrifying.
Covering the wound on his arm, Shui Miaomiao staggered and fell to the ground. A set of knife skills suddenly appeared in his mind.
After taking a few deep breaths, Shui Miaomiao stood up, and Shui Yingyin transformed into a knife again.
"You want me to practice, right? What can you do if I practice?" Shui Miaomiao slowly walked towards the door and stopped, "Let this boy sleep peacefully every night."
The sound of a knife being unsheathed rang in her ears. Shui Miaomiao opened the door and looked at the dark cloud-filled night. Did she just make a deal with a knife? Motherly love is really overflowing, but it doesn’t matter, this world is already weird enough.
Besides, practicing is not practicing! It is all about self-preservation, to ensure that she is destined to get married. After all, she has no belief in fame, career, immortality or revenge, so there should be no risk of going crazy.
Just practicing by the way, Shui Miaomiao smiled to himself and silently recited the sword technique: "Six souls return to the evil sword, one soul says..."
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