Bai Nanxian speculated: "Is it possible that this is a trap in itself?"
Li Muzi narrowed his eyes and said in a flash of coldness: "What do you mean, this is the game Kunlun has prepared for us, waiting for us to jump in?"
"Yes." Bai Nanxian said in a low voice: "We can think of intercepting him halfway, and the other party may have been prepared. We used the trick to deliberately let Su Xinglan leave, giving us a suitable opportunity to take action."
"When we fell into the trap, Su Xinglan, who left, acted as the so-called mysterious old man and killed everyone with his own power."
"Say it yourself, except for the six masters and a few old monsters who live in seclusion, who can compete with the eight elders who possess two great treasures?"
"All of them can be killed with one strike. This is at least a top expert with the 14th or even 15th level of martial arts."
Bai Nanxian said loudly: "Only in this way can the real reason for this defeat be perfectly explained."
Li Muzi was silent and picked up the already cold tea in a daze.
For a moment, he frowned and said, "The possibility is very small."
"What's the reason?" Bai Nanxian asked with a sneer.
Li Muzi took a sip of tea with an expressionless face and said calmly: "A man who dares to attack Xuanmen alone and stands at the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts, do you think it is necessary for him to hide his head and hide his tail to play tricks with us?"
"Why not?" Bai Nanxian asked back: "This time, it is not one force that is interested in the true phoenix destiny, but countless forces, large and small. What Su Xinglan has to face is not even a Xuanmen back then.
There is no reason for him to be so unscrupulous."
Li Muzi sarcastically said: "You also said that others have evil intentions towards Kunlun."
"Under such a premise, even if Su Xinglan kills everyone, will the Six Meridians Agreement put any pressure on him?"
"Buddhism, Yunchong, our two sects are no different in Su Xinglan's eyes from the Xuanmen of fifteen years."
"To put it harshly, Su Xinglan wishes that someone would come looking for him openly."
Li Muzi said with a self-deprecating look on his face: "That's why the once-in-a-hundred-year battle for luck constrains the six sects. They only allow the juniors of each faction to compete with each other, while the elders of each faction support them."
"I'm afraid that those with superior force will dominate and monopolize luck, which will destroy the concept of the coexistence of the six meridians."
Bai Nanxian said gloomily: "There are loopholes in this agreement. It only restrains the six major sects, but does not add restraints to the elders of each sect."
"It's a loophole and a blessing." Li Muzi replied: "No matter how stunning the junior is, he is still a junior after all. If the headmaster cannot take action, the elders of each faction will become shadows in the darkness, able to maximize their profits."
"With the agreement made a thousand years ago, who would have thought that a freak like Su Xinglan would appear in the Kunlun lineage."
"All the other sects have the strongest headmasters. When it comes to Kunlun, Ji Xuanqing is stunned to be overshadowed by Su Xinglan."
"It just so happens that this lunatic is not interested in the position of Kunlun Headmaster. Are you angry or not?"
Li Muzi sighed and said: "What is certain is a sudden change that is unbearable. Your father is the headmaster of the Yun Sect. You, as your own son, do not need to bear too much responsibility. You will be punished to face the wall to think about your mistakes and receive a few whips."
"I'm miserable. Although the master only has me as his direct disciple, there are too many brothers in the sect who covet my identity. If I can't give a satisfactory explanation to the master this time, I won't have a share in the fate battle."
After Li Muzi finished speaking, he helped the kneeling middle-aged monk up and said with a wry smile: "I still thought that after becoming the leader of Buddhism, I would reward you as an elder. However, the situation has changed and I have to wrong you."
"Young Master." Outside the wooden door, a muscular man in black walked in.
He held a letter in his hand and handed it to Bai Nanxian respectfully, saying, "I don't know who sent it to the young monk guarding the door. The young master's name is written on the envelope."
"Huh? Have you sent any disciples down the mountain to take a look?" Bai Nanxian took the letter in confusion.
