In Mujian Square, the disciples of the Gufeng Sect and the Xingchen Sect have never left. Although the catastrophe has been completed, the enthusiastic hearts after promotion still need the comfort of hearty battles.
"Sect Master, we want to join the war!"
"Let us contribute to the Qingyou Sword Sect. Even if we die in battle, we will not regret it."
When the Qingyou Sword Sect encountered a life-and-death crisis, it was the sect leader who contained the enemy and lured the enemy deeper. This not only bought enough time for Sage Su Xian, but also preserved himself, so that the Sword Sect did not suffer much damage after the war.
Although Saint Jianyue betrayed him, Saint Su Xian's return was better than anything else.
The old man with the sword box is also in a good mood. His disciples are all well and the internal cleansing has been completed. If the external chaos is put down this time, the Qingyou Sword Sect can turn the crisis around and rise again.
"Sect Master, leave this matter to me."
As soon as Su Qidou showed up, the disciples shouted "Saint" like crazy. In the eyes of the disciples, the entire Qingyou Sword Sect was now under the control of Su Xian, and there was no possibility of the news leaking.
This is also true. The Qingyou Sword Sect under the supervision of Gou Hu has no secrets. After three days of seclusion in Su Qi, the second body Su Xian and Gou Hu screened all the disciples again in the dark, interacted with the light of the soul, and thought together.
Feeling the collision of veins, any doubts will be thrown into deep prison.
Chen Fan was handed over to Chen Fan for the final screening. As a result, Chen Fan entered the deep prison alone and walked out alone.
When Chen Fan who was waiting here saw Su Qi, he quickly stepped forward and said: "Sir, the one hundred and two people arrested are all evil-doers. There are a total of ninety-three undercovers from his sect, including twenty-seven from the Tiantang Dynasty.
There are twenty-five members from Canglan Sword Sect, twelve from Dragon King Palace, eleven from Yaoxie Sect, eight from Wentian Pavilion, six from Qingqiu, and three from Demon Sect."
"The remaining nine people have no background, or have evil hearts, or have impure motives for cultivating immortality, or have committed unforgivable murders."
Su Qi was slightly startled, there were actually members of the Yaoxie Sect? It seemed that he had time to ask Chu Yunlan.
"Ahem, although this battle is important to Qingyou Sword Sect, the safety of the Saint is the top priority. I think it's still..."
The old man with the sword box said politely, but his old face with gray hair and childish face had already turned gloomy to the naked eye. Before the previous accounts were settled, this traitor actually jumped out to take charge of the overall situation again. Do you really think that he, the sect leader, is incompetent?
"No need, I have my own arrangements. Qingyun, please send the sect leader to the palace to rest first."
Qingyun wiped away the cold sweat and quickly helped his master to leave. He was really afraid that his master would lose control and start a fight with his seniors. Then the disciples would definitely think that the master was guilty. Then wouldn't the sect leader be worthy of his name?
Seeing the old man with the sword box disappear, Su Qicai looked at the disciples and said with a smile: "In this battle, the servant disciples will be the vanguard. You can watch the battle, but don't end it hastily."
The disciples were all dumbfounded. They had great ambitions, but they could only watch. This made them a little dissatisfied, but the other party was Sage Su Xian, and they did not dare to ask.
"There will be a time for you to fight, but not this time."
Su Qi said solemnly: "Whatever the light of the sword reaches is the truth. The purpose of the sword is to kill. Those who can use the sword should not be trapped by temporary circumstances. Knowing how to show off one's edge is just a beginner. Only those who know the secret of hiding the sword show the style of a master of swordsmanship."
Seeing that the disciples seemed to understand but not understand, Su Qi still said, if you don't understand now, it might save your life when you understand later.
"Before drawing the sword, it is difficult for the enemy to enter within the range of the sword. After drawing the sword, it is difficult to protect yourself from danger at every step."
After Su Qi led the people into the Sword Emperor's hall, Nie Cangzhou suddenly realized.
"Yunjian, raise the sword...I understand, I understand!"
Nie Cangzhou laughed heartily, his eyes were shining, and other disciples looked at him with envy. Being able to understand the words preached by Saint Su Xian himself was a talent in itself.
Shen Changsheng's expectant eyes satisfied Nie Cangzhou's vanity, and he generously stated what he had just realized: "Sage Su Xian was just talking about practicing swordsmanship to be awesome!"
Shen Changsheng: "?"
Feng Bichen: "..."
All the disciples wished they could wash their ears and forget about the dirty things they just heard.
They all had some doubts about how Nie Cangzhou became a true disciple. Did his talent come from his brain?
In the Sword Emperor's hall, the old man with the sword box was pacing back and forth, so angry that his mind was unbalanced.
"When he called me master, did he want to step on the old man's shoulders and become the new sect leader, thereby completely controlling the Qingyou Sword Sect?"
Qingyun, who knew that his master was angry, remained silent. Now his master is like a trapped animal and seems to be going crazy at any time.
"Master, I became an elder of the Xingchen Sect, isn't it because I have the heart to protect Qingyou, but I have no intention of plundering the Sword Sect? You can rest assured that I will assist Senior Brother Qingyun, help him be crowned the sect leader, and protect him from becoming the emperor!"
Su Qi, who was wearing the Elder Order of the Xingchen Sect on his waist, realized that his master was never angry when he discovered that senior brother Qinghan was not present. Everything he did was just for him to see. His purpose was very clear, just for the guarantee he had said personally. .
Whether you are a Yuan Lord or a Sage of Su Xian, your actions may be just temporary and free and easy, and may not be taken seriously. Only by guaranteeing what you have said personally can you feel at ease.
"Hahaha, my good disciple, it turns out you think so too, that's great. This kid Qingyun is indeed the best candidate to be the leader of Qingyou Sect. If you want to fight for it, it would be too disrespectful to this junior. "
Su Qi had always had a question in his heart, and now he took this opportunity to ask him face to face: "Master, is Senior Brother Qingyun your son?"
"Cough cough cough..."
The old man with the sword box almost choked to death on his saliva. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Where did this rumor come from? Disciple, you must not believe it, it is not true."
Qingyun's face turned green. Are the senior and master talking about him? Are they talking about him? But there are other people here!
The nameless person shrunk into the dark shadow, as if to say, "If you can't see me, I don't exist."
Meng Han had nowhere to hide, so he could only look serious and say nothing, while You Yue, who was trapped, was still there, her soul was burnt by the thunder, and her eyes were confused.
The Su Qi she had always hated was actually the Su Xian sage she had always longed for. How... was this possible?
But if the disciple could lie to her, how could the sect master lie to her?
It turns out that the next sect leader is not Senior Brother Qinghan, but Qingyun... No wonder he wants to join the Ancient Faction Sect.
The big melons came one after another. She was so full that she felt a little nauseous.
Qingyun was actually eating melon at first, but he didn't expect that it would happen to him.
The waves and muffled sound lingered in his ears. Su Qi turned back to look at Meng Han and said, "Let her go."
Meng Han took a moment to realize that he was being called, and quickly removed the spell.
You Yue staggered and stared at Su Qi, as if she wanted to see cowardice and hypocrisy on his face, but there was nothing.
"How could you be Sage Su Xian!?"
Su Qi smiled bitterly and could only assume the original appearance of his second body. He spread his hands and said, "Now, do you feel better?"
Su Xianang was seven feet tall, with a face like a crown jade, and he was dressed in blood-clothed clothes that were strange and confusing. Although he was not elegant or refined, nor did he have the temperament of being relegated to an immortal, the moment he returned to his true self, Youyue was convinced that the person in front of him was