Yue Ziqun's assignment made the girl very dissatisfied.
She pouted her little lips and said, "Grandpa! That little beast Luo Fu is only at the third level of palace soul, and he still practices rubbish foreign sect techniques."
"You can just send one or two senior brothers from the second and third levels of Palace Soul."
Yue Ziqun shook his head: "Luo Fu should not be underestimated. He is not as weak as you think."
"Zijian and the others are all in the seventh level of Palace Soul. We must kill Luo Fu to be absolutely safe!"
"but……"
Yue Ziqun changed the topic and looked at the girl: "Ling'er, you are also at the seventh level of palace soul. This is just an opportunity for you to practice. You should also go with us."
Although Yue Ling'er was young, she was very thoughtful, and she immediately heard the underlying meaning of Yue Ziqun's words.
Both fires are in Luo Fu, and Yue Ziqun is afraid that his disciples will steal them for themselves!
"Ling'er obeys!" Yue Ling'er giggled, very excited.
…
Two hours later.
The vast Cangshan Mountains are among the high mountains and ridges.
A stream of light streaked across the sky.
Luo Fu stands tall and straight on the eternal sword.
The strong wind blew across his face, and there was a rare sadness on his handsome face.
Although, within three months, he was fully confident that he could save Fang Luxuan.
However, the pain that Fang Luxuan had to endure during these three months made Luo Fu feel very distressed.
"We must rush to the Four Arts Festival early. No matter what means we use, we must get the spiritual grass Ganoderma that Lu Xuan needs!"
"However, my identity as Dantong is a mistake."
The Four Arts Ceremony is an extremely grand competition of the Four Arts.
Those who can go to participate are none other than the extremely important elders in the inner sect and the top four arts disciples.
Considering Luo Fu's qualifications as a new member of the inner sect, he would never be allowed to participate.
But Dantong is very different.
Although Dantong has a low status, he can go with Concubine Nangong.
I was thinking about it in my heart.
Luo Fu suddenly frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look forward.
In a hidden valley, there were four figures of the seventh level palace soul. They suddenly lifted their swords into the air and blocked Luo Fu's path.
What made Luo Fu frown was that the four disciples were obviously not from hostile clans.
Judging from their clothes, they were actually members of the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion.
What Luo Fu hates most is fighting in the nest.
opposite.
The four disciples of the seventh level of the Palace Soul were approaching with menacing force and their expressions were evil.
Yue Ling'er, who had delicate features and looked like a small porcelain doll, took a step forward with her flying sword, letting out a laugh like silver bells.
She, with her proud little chin straightened out, looked Luo Fu up and down for a while, then curled her lips in disdain.
"Do you know who this girl is?"
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back and said in an indifferent voice: "No need."
"That's right!" Yue Ling'er clapped her little hands on the ground: "You are a dying person, there is really no need to know my name!"
"But this girl, I must let you know why I died. Otherwise, how can I resolve my hatred?"
"This girl's grandfather is one of the ten core elders of the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion, Yue Ziqun!"
"There's no need to say more later, right?"
Luo Fu looked indifferent and nodded with a half-smile.
Yue Ling'er's big watery eyes narrowed, and she stared into Luo Fu's eyes: "Zijian!"
"Go, dig out that little beast's eyes first! I don't like it!"
"He's obviously a young boy, but his eyes pretend to be used to the vicissitudes of the world. Why are you pretending!"
"Ziqi!"
"You, pick out that kid's tongue. Since he doesn't like to talk, he should never talk again!"
After saying that, Yue Ling'er's eyes turned to Luo Fu's face and said, "Xiaohua!"
"Tear off that little beast's face!"
"That little beast has handsome eyebrows and handsome features. Does he deserve to look like this?"
The three disciples laughed ferociously: "I obey, little junior sister!"
Yue Ling'er already had the potential to be a poisonous woman at a young age.
Say it.
The three seventh-level palace soul disciples immediately rushed towards Luo Fu with ferocious faces.
Yue Ling'er hugged her shoulders and stared at Luo Fu with a playful expression.
Waiting for Luo Fu, the tragic end he is about to encounter.
The next moment, Luo Fu in front suddenly disappeared from the flying sword!
The eternal sword is still hovering in place.
Luo Fu himself turned into an afterimage as fast as lightning.
The afterimage flashed quickly next to the disciple named "Zijian".
Then, afterimages passed by "Ziqi" and "Xiaohua" one after another.
The next moment, Luo Fu returned to the flying sword.
At the same time, three shrill screams resounded through the sky.
Na Zijian's eyes were empty and turned into a pair of blood holes.
Ziqi's entire jaw was torn off and her tongue was missing.
Xiaohua's face was torn off, leaving only a blood-stained skull.
This scene made the smile on Yue Ling'er's pretty face suddenly freeze.
A pair of big, watery eyes, the pupils suddenly shrank!
Too fast!
Luo Fu's speed was so fast that Yue Ling'er failed to see Luo Fu's movements clearly.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Fu looked indifferent, stretched out his two fingers, and suddenly swept across.
At the fingertips, the golden divine power condensed rapidly, shining with dazzling golden light.
A dazzling golden light, a large crescent moon sword light of 150 feet, burst out.
Uh-huh!
The screams of the three disciples suddenly stopped and they were collectively cut in half.
This scene happened so fast that Yue Ling'er couldn't react.
Her face was filled with disbelief, her expression changed dramatically, and she stared at Luo Fu as if she were looking at a ghost.
She was dumbfounded and slowly raised her finger to point at Luo Fu: "You, you...I, you..."
Then, as if she had just woken up from a dream, she showed a frightened expression: "Junior brother Luo, wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
"I know I was wrong, I..."
call out!
Luo Fu turned into an afterimage, and with lightning speed, bypassed Yue Ling'er and returned to Feijian.
Yue Ling'er's eyes were dug out, her tongue was picked, and her face was torn off.
Luo Fu looked at Yue Ling'er indifferently and said calmly: "No, you are just afraid, not aware of your mistake."
Immediately, Yue Ling'er screamed.
Luo Fu moved forward with his sword and passed by Yue Ling'er quickly.
In the process, Luo Fu swept his fingers across, condensing the golden divine power on his fingertips, condensing a blade of about ten feet, and swung a large arc in the air.
Yue Ling'er, the head was separated.
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back, without looking back, and galloped towards the direction of the Four Skills Qiankun Pavilion.
…
Inner Sect, the area of the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion.
Four Skills Peak, Qiankun Palace!
Sishu Peak, which is usually sparsely populated, is now overcrowded and bustling.
In the sky above the Four Techniques Peak, there were four spiritual boats floating in the air that covered the sky and the sun.
These four spirit boats are much larger than the common single-person spirit boats and elder spirit boats.
Each of the four boats has a terrifying length of 100,000 feet, and can accommodate at least 100,000 disciples to start with!
The sturdiness of a spirit boat of this size is unimaginable. It can even pass through some turbulent areas of space without getting hurt!
Such a spirit boat does not belong to an individual, and will only be used when sects visit each other.
In addition to these four 100,000-foot-level spirit boats, there are hundreds of 10,000-foot-level spirit boats, large and small, hovering nearby.
The four spirit boats were engraved with huge sect emblems.
They come from: Wandao Immortal Palace, Taishang Wangqing Pavilion, Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect, and Demon-Slaying Holy Sect.
And those millions of zhang-level spirit boats come from other immortal-level sects.
Luo Fu glanced at it and knew that it was the Four Arts Festival, and envoys from other sect forces had arrived.
Qiankun Palace, the main hall.
In the inner sect, all the 50,000 official disciples of the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion, excluding those who are on missions, have arrived.
The main hall, outside the broad gate of Qiankun Hall, was surrounded by water.
Luo Fu did not participate in the crowd, but stood far away and had a panoramic view of the scene in the main hall.
In the Qiankun Hall, in the center, where the main seat is, there are four high-level seats arranged horizontally.
There are four chiefs of the four arts of Daogu Xianfeng, sitting on it with big horses and golden swords.
The four people looked arrogant and domineering, looking at people through their nostrils.
But these four people are not from the Penglai Divine Sect.
Under the main seat, with the right hand hanging down, ten seats are arranged vertically.
Led by Acting Chief Concubine Nangong, the nine core elders of the Four Skills Qiankun Pavilion sit below.
Behind them stood a group of ordinary elders.
Under the main seat, with hands hanging down on the left, are a group of chiefs from various immortal-level sects.
Luo Fu, from the way the seats are arranged and the different momentums of both parties, he has already seen some clues.
The envoys of the four god-level sects are extremely powerful and act like masters.
Concubine Nangong and the others, on the other hand, were very weak, as if they had become guests.
In fact, he could only sit on an equal footing with the people from the Immortal Level Sect opposite him.
This seating arrangement immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the disciples.
The angry man clenched his fists with both hands and whispered: "This is the home court of our Penglai Shenzong!"
"Why do those envoys who come to visit us hold high positions!"
"Are we, the Penglai Divine Sect, so afraid of others?"
Another disciple who seemed to have some qualifications sighed: "You don't know something. You really can't blame Acting Chief Nangong."
"Go and take a look at the four old men sitting in the seats. Look at their clothes."
"What they are wearing is not sect robes."
Hearing this, everyone looked around hurriedly.
Only then did I realize that the four envoys sitting on the throne were all wearing snow-white moon robes, but the emblems on their chests were very different.
Arranged in order of superiority and inferiority, the old man on the far right has a huge eye pattern printed on his robe.
Those eyes were extremely mysterious, as if they had vitality.
The patterns on the moon robes of the three messengers further to the left are: sun, moon, and stars.
The more senior disciple continued: "The order in which the seats are arranged is not based on the separation of guests and guests, but according to the rules of the Four Arts Ceremony."
"The old man on the far right is Yu Wen Tiande, the leader of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortals and the four inner sect lineages. They seized the position of leader in the last Four Arts Ceremony."
"The eye pattern on his chest represents 'insight into the sky', which is the symbol of the leader."
"The one to the left is Duan Qingqing, the leader of the Four Inner Arts from Taishang Wangqing Pavilion. They got second place in the last competition, and their representative emblem is the sun."
"The last two are from the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect and the Demon-Slaying Holy Sect. They are the chiefs of the four inner sects, Sun Quanhai, and Huang Bufan. They got the third and fourth respectively, and their representative emblems are the moon and the star."
As for Concubine Nangong, like the immortal-level sect messenger opposite, there were no patterns on her moon robe.
Having said this, the disciple sighed repeatedly: "According to the traditional rules of the Four Arts Ceremony, those who get the top four will be honored."
"Our inner sect of the Penglai Divine Sect, the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion, failed to rank among the top four, so we can only succumb to others."
"And this is the case no matter where you meet people!"
The inner sect disciples of the Four Skills Qiankun Pavilion were extremely angry when they heard this.
All the disciples cheered secretly in their hearts.
"No, in this Four Arts Festival, our Penglai Divine Sect will definitely be among the top four. We can no longer be looked down upon like this!"
"Look at how arrogant they are, they clearly don't take our Acting Chief Nangong seriously!"
In the main hall, on the high seat.
Yuwen Tiande, who had won the position of leader last term, glanced at Concubine Nangong with an indifferent gaze.
Immediately, he spoke a word and the whole place exploded.
That Yuwen Tiande took a sip of tea, and then said to Concubine Nangong, "I am here to inform you of the Penglai Divine Sect."
"After unanimous consultation among our four major forces..."
"This Penglai Divine Domain, Inner Sect Level, Four Arts Ceremony, you, the Inner Sect of the Penglai Divine Sect, will be expelled!"
