Fakong looked at him with a smile and said nothing more.
This is true of any choice. It is accompanied by risks. Nothing is perfect. This is something you need to be aware of before making up your mind.
Zhou Zixuan's choice to act in this way meant that he had to risk being discovered, possibly being recognized by people in Dayun's martial arts world, or being found out in the future.
Fakong had no intention of continuing to explain. Zhou Zixuan was no longer a child. He was already very intelligent and could make his own decisions.
He just warned: "Now that you have made your choice, don't be half-hearted and hesitant."
Zhou Zixuan nodded solemnly.
Fakong said: "Okay, let's go back and retreat for a few days. Under normal circumstances, we will take action after five days."
"Yes." Zhou Zixuan said hurriedly: "Master, then I will go back to retreat."
Fa Kong waved his hand.
After Zhou Zi announced the tithe, he turned around and drifted away. He wanted to take advantage of these five days to retreat, absorb the essence, and advance his cultivation further.
Those evil masters in Dayun are not vegetarians. They all have weird and unpredictable martial arts, making them difficult to guard against.
If your cultivation is not strong enough and something goes wrong, even if you save your life, your prestige will be lost, so you might as well not choose to take this path.
Since you have chosen to deal with these evil masters, you must show your true skills and make enough contributions to shock everyone.
If he doesn't take action against Dayun in the future, no one will say anything or think about anything.
Fa Kong watched him disappear, his eyes retracted, and he cast his gaze towards the distance, which was the location of the Great Bright Peak.
To the west of the mountain range where Daguangming Peak is located, at the boundary of Dayun, more than a thousand people have slowly gathered together.
These more than a thousand people were divided into countless small groups. Looking at the chaos, no one had enough prestige to suppress them.
From time to time, their eyes would be cast on the young man standing on a boulder, and then they would look away as if nothing had happened.
This young man has a slender figure, a face like a crown of jade, and eyes like cold stars, which are shining brightly. He is like a jade tree standing in the wind, naturally standing out from the crowd of chickens.
Although there are many handsome people among these more than a thousand masters, they are completely different from him.
"Mr. Fan." A middle-aged man clasped his fists and said solemnly: "When will we start?"
The handsome young man smiled and shook his head.
"Master Fan, why do you need to be so mysterious?" The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Should we take action today, or wait a little longer? There must be some certainty, right? Is it possible to keep the big guys waiting here?"
Everyone agreed.
There were more than a thousand people, and there was a buzz of murmurs.
The handsome young man standing on the boulder didn't feel any strange at all. He still looked at them with a smile and said nothing.
The middle-aged man felt that his anger was rising upwards, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried. His hands were itching so badly that he wanted to go up and give him a few slaps, so that he could talk happily, not to be so titillating and so mysterious.
He despises this kind of behavior the most, it is so coy and secretive that it drives people crazy!
Someone in the crowd shouted: "Mr. Fan, we people are really not enough. The Light Holy Religion today is not the Light Holy Religion of the past."
The handsome young man looked at him with a smile: "How do you say this?"
"Master Fan, don't you think the Guangming Holy Religion has changed?" The person speaking in the crowd was a young man.
It's just that this young man has a rough appearance, a lion's nose and tiger's eyes, and there is a lot of vicissitudes between his eyebrows. He is obviously a person who has experienced twists and turns.
Fan Ming smiled: "Is this Hu Shuxia Mr. Hu?"
"It is Mr. Hu." Hu Shuxia said solemnly: "The Guangming Holy Religion today is no longer the former Guangming Holy Religion. If you don't understand this, you will easily suffer a big loss."
"Master Hu, how do you say this?" someone in the crowd asked.
Obviously they didn't know this, but they knew that Hu Shuxia was a person, and their expressions showed some respect.
Some people around also showed respect.
They are all masters of evil ways, and they are wary of each other. They are all wolves and eat meat, so they cannot be eaten accidentally.
Therefore, there is not much respect for each other, but mostly wariness and hostility.
It's rare to have someone you respect.
Hu Shuxia said slowly: "It has been ten days since I came back from there, and I have already experienced the reality of the Holy Sect of Light."
"What's different?" someone asked quickly.
People around him looked over.
They are also very curious about the changes in the Holy Religion of Light.
Hu Shuxia said in a deep voice: "The masters of the Guangming Holy Cult have become stronger, much better than before."
"Isn't it possible?" Some people didn't believe it.
It is not easy to improve your martial arts skills. It requires hard work. Even if they follow the evil path and achieve martial arts quickly, after reaching a certain level, it will be difficult to improve.
The disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult are all geniuses, but once their cultivation reaches a certain level, it will definitely be difficult to improve.
Almost all have improved by two chips, which is too outrageous.
Hu Shuxia was obviously talking about the masters of the Guangming Holy Sect, not the disciples who were just starting out, and he didn't take them seriously at all.
Hu Shuxia was an anomaly, not to mention his powerful martial arts skills, and he was on an evil path, yet acted openly and aboveboard.
But at the same time, he is ruthless and ruthless in killing people, no matter they are masters from Dayun or Dagan.
At least ten disciples of the Holy Sect of Light have died in his hands, which is an extremely astonishing record.
He is not only powerful in cultivation, but also elusive. He is good at Qinggong, concealing energy and concealing traces. He has never been chased by the masters of the Light Holy Religion.
He can be said to be the biggest opponent of the Holy Religion of Light, and he is also the master that the Holy Religion of Light can do nothing about.
If what he says is anything else, you may not be able to believe it entirely, but if it involves the Holy Religion of Light, you can believe it.
Hu Shuxia said calmly: "It's up to everyone whether you believe it or not."
A thin middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Mr. Hu, I didn't want to check it out carefully. Why?"
Hu Shuxia said: "Obviously they got some secrets, but it's a pity that they were too tight-lipped and couldn't find out."
"Is there anyone who can hide it from Mr. Hu?" Someone chuckled and said, "Then let's catch two of them and ask them carefully."
Hu Shuxia shook his head: "They can't ask anything."
He glanced at the young man who had just spoken and shook his head secretly.
At first glance, he knew it was Xiao'er. He had never been to the Great Guangming Peak, and had never really fought against the masters of the Guangming Holy Cult.
Therefore, I have no idea what kind of people the disciples of the Holy Sect of Light are, how stinky and hard they are, and how they look down upon death.
"Master Hu, I have some news." Fan Ming stood on the boulder and said with a smile.
"Master Fan, what advice do you have?" Hu Shuxia frowned.
Fan Mingdao: "Actually, Mr. Hu, you can guess it."
Hu Shuxia frowned and looked at him.
Fan Ming smiled and said nothing.
Hu Shuxia slowly spit out two words: "Fakong?"
He really didn't want to say these two words.
As soon as these two people were spit out, the expressions of more than a thousand people changed, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified.
The breeze came slowly, passing through the treetops, shaking the surrounding trees, rustling, and some leaves rustled.
There were more than a thousand people, as quiet as chickens.
Fan Ming coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Fakong has a very close relationship with the Guangming Holy Cult, but he is just a monk and will not go to the Great Guangming Peak to help the Guangming Holy Cult."