Lao Fan and Lao Zhao looked at each other, shook their heads and said nothing.

They have seen too many dead people and don't care so much about life and death. No matter they are princes, generals or ordinary people, they will all die after all.

After death, they are just a pile of bones, there is no difference.

No matter it is the Xuanji Sword Sect or the King Kong Academy, they are all strangers to them, and there is no good or evil.

"Lao Luo, will you favor the Xuanji Sword Sect?" Zhou Aotian asked.

Luo Xuyang glanced at him and shook his head silently.

Zhou Aotian said: "It seems that you still favor the Xuanji Sword Sect after all."

He sneered: "Hey, Wuchang Sword Sect, how can a small King Kong Villa be compared?"

"Don't forget, King Kong Villa is the sect of Daqian." Luo Xuyang said lightly: "This alone is enough."

"Hey, hey hey." Zhou Aotian sneered: "I don't care if it's a Daqian sect or not, I just know that it's on my territory and no one is allowed to mess around!"

"Can you stop the Xuanji Sword Sect?" Luo Xuyang said calmly: "Old Zhou, you should think twice before acting and don't blindly act out of emotion."

Zhou Aotian smiled disdainfully.

Luo Xuyang shook his head and said no more.

He knew that Zhou Aotian had a grudge against the Wuchang Sword Sect, and Zhou Aotian's second brother was injured at the hands of the Wuchang Sword Sect.

Zhou Aotian's second brother was deposed by a disciple of the Impermanence Sword Sect and was unable to practice for the rest of his life. He went from being a talented man with excellent qualifications and a promising future to a mediocre person, which was a huge blow to him.

Although he didn't end up depressed, he quickly came out of it, stopped practicing martial arts and started doing business, which was also quite successful.

Zhou Aotian felt unable to let go.

It's a pity that Zhou Aotian can't let go because his small arms can't twist his thighs. His qualifications are not as good as those of his second brother, and he has not been able to join the four major sects. He has worked hard and achieved some success, but his future is far from bright.

Based on his current achievements, becoming the branch chief of the Town and Patrol Department is already the highest limit, and it cannot be any higher.

Zhou Aotian turned to look at his subordinates: "Go and guard the King Kong Villa and see who dares to act recklessly!"

"Yes." The three young men in blue shirts shouted.

Zhou Aotian led them away in large strides.

Luo Xuyang stared at their backs and shook his head.

If Zhou Aotian favors the King Kong Academy, the Xuanji Sword Sect will definitely fight back, and it is very likely that they will spread rumors that Zhou Aotian is determined to do something big.

I don’t know if Zhou Aotian can protect himself when the time comes.

As a member of the Town and Patrol Department, if you favor Da Gan, you will definitely be expelled from the Town and Patrol Department, and you may even be willing to kill the wrong person rather than let him go.

Zhou Aotian led three others out of Dongsi.

"Their Fengtian Temple's hand must have been stretched too far." A young man in blue shirt said dissatisfiedly: "This is our territory."

"Fengtian Temple, isn't this the case for everyone?" Zhou Aotian said nonchalantly.

His face was gloomy and he kept walking.

"Old Zhou..." A young man in a blue shirt hesitated, looked at his face, and wisely closed his mouth.

He knew that even if he persuaded him, Zhou Aotian would not listen at this time, and would only add fuel to the fire.

Zhou Aotian turned to glance at him and said calmly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"Mysterious Sword Sect..."

The other three young men in blue shirts all shook their heads.

Of course they know how powerful the Xuanji Sword Sect is, and more importantly, the Impermanence Sword Sect is truly terrifying.

To outsiders, those who work in the town and patrol departments may seem majestic and powerful, but in fact they understand that they are insignificant in front of the four major sects.

In front of others, they can still borrow the prestige of the imperial court, but in front of the four major sects, the prestige of the imperial court is completely useless.

Zhou Aotian's confrontation with the Wuchang Sword Sect is tantamount to self-destruction.

They continued walking forward and soon came to Qingyun Avenue.

Zhou Aotian stood by the roadside, looking at the endless stream of people coming and going, his eyes gradually becoming blurred and changing.

Three young men in blue shirts stood beside him without disturbing him.

After a while, Zhou Aotian turned to look at the three of them and sighed: "There is really no benefit in going against the Xuanji Sword Sect."

The three of them nodded hurriedly.

Of course they know the mystery behind it. If they show off their ambition at this time, they can only harm themselves and lose their future.

Compared with justice and morale, the future is the most important.

Zhou Aotian said: "Let's just turn a blind eye."

"Old Zhou!" All three of them felt a little guilty.

According to Zhou Aotian's temper, he must bear it to the end, but once he does that, the three of them will also be in trouble.

I originally wanted to persuade him, but I didn't expect him to propose it himself.

Zhou Aotian smiled: "How can people live in this world and everything will go as they wish? Let them fight and see who can beat whom. Hey, let's see, the Xuanji Sword Sect is going to be in trouble, so I'll just keep my eyes open to see it.

How unlucky are they?"

"Exactly..." everyone agreed.

Fakong stood in the King Kong Courtyard with his hands behind his hands. Meng Qinghe and the others were standing in front of him, watching his eyes glow slightly with golden light, looking somewhere.

They remained quiet and said nothing, not disturbing him from performing his magical powers.

"Xuanji Sword Sect..." Fakong nodded slowly.

"Abbot, what is the Xuanji Sword Sect?" Meng Qinghe asked: "Could it be that the swordsmen we killed were from the Xuanji Sword Sect?"

Fa Kong nodded.

"Xuanji Sword Sect..." Meng Qinghe frowned.

A female nun said softly: "I know that this Xuanji Sword Sect seems to be a sect that has just emerged in recent years and has a deep relationship with the Wuchang Sword Sect."

Another female nun said: "Killing the masters of the Xuanji Sword Sect may provoke the masters of the Wuchang Sword Sect."

When she said this, her expression was calm, but her eyes were bright.

"Impermanent Sword Sect!" Her words made the other girls' eyes light up, eager to give it a try.

Their swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, reaching a level beyond their imagination, and they really want to find out how strong their swordsmanship is.

The Impermanence Sword Sect is the best standard of measurement. They really want to know if they can beat the swordsmen of the Impermanence Sword Sect.

The golden light in Fakong's eyes slowly faded, he shook his head and said: "Your current swordsmanship is still a little behind the masters of the Wuchang Sword Sect."

"Abbott, how much difference is there?"

"It depends on you. At this stage, you are not their opponent." Fakong shook his head.

"Abbott, if we completely concentrate our sword power, can we defeat them?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded: "But it's not that easy to condense the sword intention."

Among the empowerments they received, the most important thing was not the exquisite swordsmanship and experience, but the sword intention.

Sword skills can be taught, but sword intent cannot be taught. Only by pondering, guessing, and searching hard can you finally hope to condense it.

There are countless swordsmen in the world, but there is none who can truly condense the sword's will.

However, the method of initiation can break this limitation and broadcast the seeds of sword intention into the heart of the person who receives the initiation.

This is tantamount to stepping into the royal road of a peerless swordsman.

As long as a person who has received the initiation carefully ponders and continuously cultivates his sword intention, he can gradually cultivate and strengthen his sword intention, and finally condense his own sword intention.

As long as you concentrate your pure sword intention, you can break through obstacles with your sword intention and step into the realm of the Grand Master.

By that time, they will be twelve Li Yings.

At this stage, their swordsmanship is not strong enough. The key is not the exquisiteness of the swordsmanship, but the failure to condense their own swordsmanship.

Once you gather your sword intent, you can kill the Grand Master even if you don't step into the Grand Master's ranks, just like Li Ying did back then.

"Don't worry, Abbot, we will condense the sword intent soon!" Meng Qinghe said softly.

They have found a shortcut.

It is the Purifying Mantra.

Take turns to cast the Purifying Mantra on each other, so that everyone can remain in the state of the Purifying Mantra. In this state, they can understand the meaning of the sword and get twice the result with half the effort.

They don't even have to fight in person. When they are bathed in the Purifying Mantra, they can constantly cultivate their sword intent by recalling these fights, becoming clearer and stronger.

She felt that she was just a little short of being able to gather the sword intent. She believed that they were the same, just a little short of it.

Fakong smiled and said, "Then I'll wait and see."

He raised his head and glanced into the distance again, nodding slightly: "You can still trust Captain Zhou Aotian."
To be continued...