Chu Ling pretended to be careless, but she was clever in thinking. This move was eye-catching enough to enhance her status in the two sects.
The genius of a Purple Air Sect cannot make them look at him with admiration. Even if they look at him with admiration, they will still look down upon him because of the Purple Air Sect.
This is something that cannot be helped and is a weakness that everyone cannot avoid.
But after this time she appeared in front of people and let them know that she had extremely high qualifications in swordsmanship, people's perceptions would be different.
People will unconsciously regard her as a swordsman prodigy. Even if she rapidly improves her swordsmanship and cultivation, they will not doubt her but will only admire her.
It has to be said that Chu Ling's move was a flash of inspiration, which can be described as a wonderful move. If he had asked for mercy, he could have done it.
He did not take his eyes away, and continued to stare until they arrived at the Fengtian Temple.
The name Fengtian Palace sounds like it is a grand palace, but in fact it is just a four-entry house. It is not grand, but looks simple.
When a group of nine people came outside the house, the four guards suddenly became nervous, raised their swords and stared at them solemnly.
Zhu Jiong reported his name, and one of the guards went in to report. The other three guards were still staring at them nervously.
Not only did Zhu Jiong's announcement of his home status not alleviate their tension and alertness, but it actually made them even more nervous and wary than before.
Seeing them like this, Zhu Jiong was immediately annoyed and said coldly: "Why are you so nervous? Could it be that I will break in?"
The three guards were all wearing green robes. They were young and looked serious, staring at the nine of them without saying a word.
As if he didn't hear Zhu Jiong's words, he glanced at the nine people without focusing on Zhu Jiong.
Zhu Jiong was even more angry.
These guys are arrogant!
He took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Are you deaf?"
"Back off!" The three guards immediately tensed up and yelled.
Zhu Jiong frowned and stared at them.
The three guards looked at Zhu Jiong with sharp eyes: "Quickly retreat, don't get close!"
"Hey, I won't retreat yet." Zhu Jiong sneered: "Is it possible that you want to kill me?"
"Anyone who breaks into Fengtian Palace without permission will be killed!" the green-robed young man in charge said coldly.
"Come on then." Zhu Jiong took a step forward again: "Kill me!"
The three guards' long swords made a "choking" sound. The swords were halfway out of their sheaths and were about to be pulled out at any time.
Half of the sword was glowing with cold light and air, as if it were real. It was obvious that these three people were full of evil spirits and were responsible for human lives.
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Zhu Jiong followed him inside, and the others followed suit.
Zhu Jiong said: "Deputy Palace Master Zhou, I want to say something fair."
"Say." Zhou Wenjing smiled and walked with her hands behind her back, walked around the screen wall, came to the front yard, and continued forward.
"You guards at Fengtian Palace are too arrogant." Zhu Jiong said: "You are arrogant and don't look down on anyone."
"Do you want them to be warm and polite?" Zhou Wenjing laughed: "They are guards, not guests."
"Even if we are not welcoming guests, the cliff is too high, isn't it?" Zhu Jiong hummed, "Those who know are Fengtian Hall, but those who don't know think it's the palace?"
Zhou Wenjing's eyes flashed and she smiled nonchalantly: "You really dare to say that as guards, all they need to do is defend against attacks and don't need to do anything else."
He felt dark in his heart.
Zhu Jiong's words cannot be ignored.
If the Wuchang Sword Sect makes a fuss about this, creates waves in the imperial court, and lets several censors participate, the Fengtian Palace will never be in trouble.
Times are different, and today is different from the past.
Originally, the Fengtian Palace had been having a hard time in the past few years. It was not favored by the emperor, and instead it was always disliked.
The emperor couldn't bear to see Fengtian Temple, his eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not nose. He always scolded and constantly undermined the majesty of Fengtian Temple.
The emperor's attitude naturally caused the martial arts sects to become less awe-inspiring towards Fengtian Palace and took some small actions.
If Zhu Jiong had not had the guts to come in when Fengtian Palace was at its peak, how could he have caused trouble?
This is tantamount to provocation.
He was angry in his heart, but did not show it, thinking about how to deal with it.
Everyone came to the spacious front hall and sat down respectively. Zhu Jiong clasped his fists and said, "Deputy Palace Master Zhou wants to ask about Xuanyang Sect, right?"
"Exactly." Zhou Wenjing said: "This matter has caused such a big fuss, the martial arts world is raging, and the people's hearts are boiling. We need to make it clear and give an explanation to the world. Please tell us."
"It's all our fault for this matter..." Zhu Jiong told the story with a gloomy face, without any concealment.
Gao Huaien and the other four looked gloomy.
They knew about this, but they heard the whole story for the first time. While angry, they asked themselves: If it were the Star-Shattering Sword Sect, would Xuanyang Sect be destroyed?
The answer is yes: it will be destroyed without a doubt!
After Zhou Wenjing listened, she paced in the hall with her hands behind her hands, her face uncertain.
Zhu Jiong did not hide anything. What he said was the same as what Fengtian Palace had investigated, and even contained many more details.
Privately, he agrees with what the Wuchang Sword Sect is doing. When he encounters these heartless guys, killing them is not enough to calm his anger and soothe his conscience.
Zhu Jiong said: "That's what happened. How to deal with us depends entirely on the decision of Deputy Palace Master Zhou."
Zhou Wenjing walked around silently with her hands behind her hands as the nine people looked at her.
You can hear a needle drop in the hall.
Gao Huaien opened his mouth but closed it again, looked at Zhu Jiong, and shook his head.
Asking for mercy at this time may be counterproductive.
Chu Ling and Xu Qingluo said nothing, just observing.
This is really not the time to talk. No matter what you say, you don't know whether it is helping Zhu Jiong or hurting Zhu Jiong. It is easy to be angered by the Wuchang Sword Sect.
Zhu Jiong pursed his lips tightly and stared at Zhou Wenjing.
After pacing back and forth for more than a dozen times, Zhou Wenjing stopped.
"Alas——!" He sighed.
Everyone was refreshed, and Zhu Jiong became more and more nervous.
"Let's forget about this matter." Zhou Wenjing said slowly: "Xuanyang Sect really deserves to die, it's not unfair at all!".