After a while, the person who went to report came down, cupped his fists and saluted, "Mr. Chu, please go up the mountain."
Chu Li cupped his fists and said, "Thank you."
Another young man in a purple shirt opened his eyes and clasped his fists, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.
The two young men in purple shirts were polite and did not lose their etiquette, but Chu Li could tell that they did not value him but looked down upon him. They looked down upon him and did not bother to talk to him more. They spent too much energy on him and regarded him as a dead person and entered.
It is impossible for the Jian Yue Sect to get out alive again.
Chu Li frowned, it seemed that this Sword Moon Sect was indeed extremely domineering.
He has seen several sects of the Eight Great Masters, most of them are self-centered and domineering. There are very few sects like Pixel Girl Palace. They all have a kind of pride in their bones and do not put others in their eyes.
Seeing that Chu Li was standing still, the young man in purple shirt said: "Mr. Chu, go up this road and someone will entertain you."
"Thank you." Chu Li clasped his fists and slowly walked up the stone steps.
The stone steps lead all the way to the mountain with no end in sight. Each stone step is made of bluestone. After years of vicissitudes and polishing, the sides are covered with moss, and the front is polished until it can be seen.
Watching Chu Li's figure gradually go away, the young man in purple shirt who had been keeping his eyes closed opened his eyes and shook his head: "Another one is going to die."
"There is no way, who makes him the enemy of Junior Brother Cao."
"Pity."
"It's no pity. There are not many people like this who have died on the mountain in recent years!"
"It's a pity that he was not born in Dafu."
"I'm afraid he was born in Dafu and is already a disciple of our Sword Moon Sect. It is really rare to have such a level of cultivation in a mountainous place like Daji. His fate is not good and there is nothing we can do about it."
"Who is responsible for killing him?" asked the young man in purple shirt with his eyes closed.
"Senior Brother Nian." Another young man in a purple shirt said: "Senior Brother You Nian is always sure of his success. No matter how powerful he is, it's useless."
"Actually, it would be safer to let Senior Brother Wen take action. I don't think this guy is a good person."
"Senior Brother Wen is in retreat. The last time he met a guy from the Holy Sect of Light, he was stimulated."
"The Holy Sect of Light... I heard that there is a powerful guy named Zhao Dahe who is very close to Guanxing Pavilion. I really don't know what Guanxing Pavilion is planning!"
"They always do things unexpectedly, but they can force Senior Brother Wen into seclusion. He is indeed a character."
"Senior Brother Wen, if he takes action, nothing will go wrong."
"I think Senior Brother Nian is enough!"
Although Chu Li was far away, he could see clearly in their minds. He shook his head. It seemed that he really didn't want to give himself a way to survive. It would be better to let his hands and feet go to Sword Moon Sect and kill them.
After he walked more than a thousand steps, a small pavilion appeared next to it, with cornices and corners, looking antique.
There was a stone table in the pavilion, and sitting next to it was a handsome young man in a fluttering purple shirt. His face was like a crown of jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyes were like cold stars. He was sipping tea from a cup and looking at him with a smile.
Chu Li came to the small pavilion and sat across from the stone table.
The handsome young man smiled and said: "I am Nian Feng, a disciple of the Jian Yue Sect, and your elder brother is Chu Li, right?"
"It's Chu." Chu Li nodded and said, "He's here to kill me, right?"
"Exactly." Nian Feng lowered his head and said, "The master has to obey orders. I hope Brother Chu won't blame me."
"Haha..." Chu Li laughed: "This is what I want to say. If you want to kill me, then it is right for me to kill you."
"What a strong tone, I like it!" Nian Feng laughed, put down the tea cup, stood up and drew his sword: "Junior Brother Cao died in your hands, we should take revenge."
"Whether Cao Xian died in my hands or not, you all want to kill me. Why make excuses?" Chu Li shook his head and said, "But you have to die in my hands!"
"Tsk!" Nian Feng's figure suddenly blurred, as if he had turned into a shadow, and a sword light had pierced Chu Li's chest.
"Ding..." The tip of Chu Li's sword was already blocking his chest.
Nian Feng's sword couldn't help swinging, and his body froze. He felt a strange force coming from the sword, and his body suddenly went numb and he couldn't control it. He watched Chu Li's sword tip pierce his throat.
The force of the sword entered his brain from his throat, and his eyes suddenly went dark, and he died instantly, too dead to die.
Chu Li slowly unsheathed his sword and glanced a hundred meters above the steps. There were two young men in purple shirts there. They originally wanted to clean up his own body, but now they wanted to clean up Nian Feng's body.
Nian Feng is also a rising star of the Jian Yue Sect. Among the younger generation of disciples, he is the second one behind Wen Tingdao. Everyone thinks that he is a sure shot in killing Chu Li.
"Senior Brother Nian!" The two men immediately shouted with wide eyes.
Chu Li looked at them calmly and continued to climb up the steps.
The two of them turned around and ran away. Their figures blurred for a moment and then disappeared. Their movements were extremely fast.
Chu Li walked up more than five hundred steps and found another small pavilion.
Sitting next to the stone table in the small pavilion was a middle-aged man in a purple shirt. He had a mediocre appearance and would not be noticed in the crowd. His eyes were filled with cold electricity and he stared at Chu Li, as if he wanted to see through him.
Seeing Chu Li step into the small pavilion, he opened his mouth to speak.
Chu Li waved his hand to interrupt him: "No need to say more, just do it!"
The middle-aged man in purple shirt suddenly held his breath. His original anger could not be vented, but instead he became even more angry. His eyes began to turn red, and bloodshot eyes quickly filled them. The cold electricity shot out and stabbed Chu Li like real substance.
Chu Li slowly drew his sword: "There is no need to tell the name, I never remember the name of the dead."
"Seeking death!" The purple-shirted middle-aged man gritted his teeth and suddenly blurred, and then a cold lightning suddenly appeared on Chu Li's back, and the tip of the sword was about to touch his body.
"Ding..." Chu Li's sword had blocked his back at some point, and the trembling sword bounced onto the sword of the middle-aged man in purple, making a clear sound.
The middle-aged man in purple shirt suddenly froze.
His face changed drastically, and he tried his best to activate his internal strength. When the tip of Chu Li's sword reached his throat, he had already regained control of his body. Just as he was about to avoid it, an invisible finger force hit him, and his body stagnated again.
Chu Li used his Ning Kong Finger while stabbing out a sword.
"Tsk!" The tip of Chu Li's sword pierced his throat. The gray tip of the sword appeared in his back. There was no trace of blood on the sword body.
The strange sword power crushed his brain and he died instantly.
Chu Li slowly pulled out his sword, looked up at the two young men a hundred meters away, and shook his head.
"Senior Brother Song——!" The two of them turned around and ran away in shock and anger.
Chu Li smiled. His current cultivation level is not the same as before. Although he cannot be rampant in the Dafu, it is not much different. As long as he does not run into a guy like Wei Wuwei, Wei Wuwei is one of the eight major martial arts sects in the entire Dafu.
There are only four or five ordinary characters.
Although Senior Brother Song was a master of the sect like the previous Nian Feng, he was far inferior to Wei Wuwei. He was no different from a child in front of Chu Li. He was as easy to kill as chopping melons and vegetables.
He continued to go up, and just after walking more than a hundred steps, an old man floated down from the steps. He had a white beard and eyebrows, and was wearing a purple robe. His face was as pale as if he had been seriously injured, and he was as skinny as a skeleton. His green wolf-like eyes stared at him.
he.
Chu Li stopped and looked at the old man.
"Boy, you actually killed Nian Feng and Song Zhiqing!" The old man in purple robe made a hoarse and unpleasant voice.
Chu Li said lightly: "Yes."
"Then you die too!" The purple-shirted old man's loose robes trembled, and the long sword at his waist slowly stabbed at him. His movements were slow and his moves were flat.