Xu Qiang said: "It can be seen that Zhou Yong is a worry for the Song sect leader and has to be cured, so there is no need to worry."
"That would be the best." Jing Xiaojie said with a smile: "If Senior Brother Fan knew that we had avenged him, he would definitely be anxious."
Xu Qiang smiled: "He is a reasonable person and should know that it is impossible for him to take revenge."
Zhou Yong's martial arts skills were completely disabled and he was a self-contained faction within his own courtyard. He almost never left the Tiandao Sect. Fan Yi had no chance to plot a sneak attack and had no choice but to break into the Tiandao Sect.
No matter how powerful he is, he cannot break into the Tiandao Sect and kill people. Before he can kill Zhou Yong, he will be killed by the Tiandao Sect first. This is an inevitable outcome. Fan Yi can understand it, so he can only take revenge in this way.
In any case, it is a blessing to be able to get revenge.
"I'm afraid that Senior Brother Fan is obsessed with taking revenge himself." Jing Xiaojie shook her head gently.
She felt that if it were her place, she would have to avenge the family's destruction by herself, otherwise her thoughts would not flow smoothly and her mind would not be relaxed. Even if others helped to avenge her, she would not be too happy, only regretful.
Chu Li smiled and said: "Brother Fan may not be able to take revenge himself."
Xu Qiang smiled, turned to Chu Li and said: "Li Qi, thanks to your help this time, plus this incident, I will convince the elders to agree, and you will be our worshiper from today on!"
"...Thank you so much, Master!" Chu Li cupped his fists and saluted.
Although the consecration required the consent of the elders, the sect master was determined to let him become the consecrator, and the elders would not disobey him after all. He had not been able to become the consecrator before, and in the final analysis, he still failed to gain Xu Qiang's approval.
Xu Qiang said seriously: "It's not easy to make offerings at Nantianmen. It's not as leisurely and comfortable as I imagined."
Chu Li said: "No matter what, having the sect to rely on makes me feel at ease!"
"Don't worry, from now on you will be a member of our Nantianmen." Xu Qiang showed a smile: "By the way, can you deduce anything else from the Divine Sword of Death?"
Chu Li showed a helpless look and sighed: "The reason why the deduction cannot proceed is because it was counterattacked by invisible forces. My internal strength is too weak and I cannot resist. It is a pity."
"Then if your internal strength is improved, can you deduce more?" Xu Qiang asked.
Chu Li nodded slowly.
It is extremely difficult to improve his current cultivation level because he has reached a bottleneck and does not have enough merit. If he cannot reach the 12th level of Prajna Dragon Elephant Kung Fu, he will not be able to break through the bottleneck. His efforts are in vain. Taking exotic flowers and fruits to enhance his cultivation level is useless.
"This way..." Xu Qiang touched his chin, nodded slowly and said: "There is no rush, just practice slowly first, and let Xiaojie help you settle. Xiaojie is very familiar with the shrine."
"Yes." Chu Li nodded.
Jing Xiaojie sent Xu Qiang away with a smile, turned around and said, "Congratulations, Brother Li."
Chu Li smiled and said: "I finally entered the Nantianmen. This step is too difficult. If it weren't for Miss Jing's help, I wouldn't have been able to get in!"
"With Brother Li's ability, you don't have to worry about getting in!" Jing Xiaojie said: "Let's go to the enshrinement courtyard first, help you choose a courtyard, and then get your salary!"
"Okay." Chu Li was high-spirited and excited.
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"Senior Brother Zhou, I admire you!" Song Manyin looked at Zhou Yong and sighed: "I really underestimate you!"
"I don't dare to take it seriously." Zhou Yong said proudly, "I'm just a useless person."
"How does Senior Brother Zhou know that the Wuxiang Sword is in the hands of Senior Brother Fan and the others?" Song Manyin lightly held her clothes, sat down at the stone table in the center of the small pavilion, and said softly: "Senior Brother Fan and the others must keep it a secret."
"They can't conclude that it's the Wuxiang Sword, so they asked me to help identify it." Zhou Yong sighed: "I really don't want to kill Senior Brother Fan and Senior Sister Lu, but it's a pity that they don't know what to do and don't hand over the sword."
"How could you hand over such a precious sword if it were you?" Song Manyin said.
Zhou Yong said: "I can only blame them for their bad luck. Unexpectedly, something went wrong after all and a small fish was missed!"
"Senior Brother Zhou, please plead guilty." Song Manyin said, "I don't have to kill you."
"Hey!" Zhou Yong sneered, shook his head and said, "I understand your wishful thinking very well. I will plead guilty first, and then you can justifiably kill me. As for not killing me, you are just coaxing the children to play!"
Song Manyin frowned and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, you have nothing now. Do you really want to fight to the end?"
"It's just a death that makes you uncomfortable, so that's the best thing." Zhou Yong said coldly: "The leader of the Tiandao Sect should not be a woman!"
"Alas..." Song Manyin sighed softly and said, "I really don't want to kill my fellow disciples!"
"It's so hypocritical and no one is watching!" Zhou Yong sneered at her and said, "You've been waiting for this day for a long time, right?"
Song Manyin sighed: "Whether you believe it or not, Senior Brother Zhou, I really don't want to get to this point. It was your bad luck, Senior Brother Zhou, that forced me to have no choice!"
The heavier her expression becomes, the happier her heart becomes.
In order to compete for the position of the leader of the sect, she was tricked by Zhou Yong. If she had not been lucky, she would have fallen into Zhou Yong's hands.
Zhou Yong looked at her sideways and smiled sarcastically: "Junior Sister Song, do you really think you will win without a doubt?"
He spoke and stretched out his hand.
Immediately, the green shirt was fluttering, and a knife with blurry light and shadow appeared in his hand. The light was flowing, looming, and the shadow was blurry and unclear, but he could vaguely see that it was a flying knife.
Song Manyin's face changed slightly and she stared at him: "Your martial arts skills are not broken?!"
"Haha..." Zhou Yong laughed and shook his head: "Have I lied to you, Junior Sister Song? I encountered a strange skill that can cover up my martial arts cultivation. After years of painstaking practice, coupled with the Wuxiang Sword, Song
Junior sister, do you think you can avoid my attack?"
His eyes fell on the twisted light and shadow on his hand.
Song Manyin's soft face turned gloomy, and she stared at him coldly: "I really underestimated you!"
"The sect master was able to inherit the highest heavenly sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but Junior Sister Song didn't know whether she had mastered it or not." Zhou Yong, wearing a green shirt, looked like he was standing in the strong wind, fluttering about to fly away with the wind, his demeanor was calm and unrestrained, and his originally weathered face became
He was full of energy and suddenly looked decades younger, as if he had changed into a different person: "Then let's try it and see which one is better between my phaseless sword and the heavenly sword!"
He waved his hand and the Wuxiang Knife disappeared.
Song Manyin suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, Zhou Yong also disappeared, and loud laughter floated in the air: "Junior Sister Song, there is no need to see you off, I will come again!"
Laughter floated over the back garden, but did not spread.
Song Manyin appeared again, gloomy as iron, staring at the top of the small pavilion.
There is nothing strange above the pavilion. I really don’t know where the Wuxiang Knife is hidden.
The Wuxiang Sword came to Zhou Yong's hands silently. It was obvious that he was able to control it freely. However, he should be worried about his Heavenly Sword, so he did not try hard and ran away.
She secretly gritted her teeth and shouted in a deep voice: "Come here!"
A girl in a green shirt suddenly appeared, cupped her fists and saluted: "Sect Master!"
"Pass this order, if Zhou Yong kills his fellow disciples, he will be punished!" Song Manyin said solemnly: "If you pass the order again, whoever can kill Zhou Yong will be given a Heavenly Sword Order!"
"Yes!" The girl in green shirt bowed before exiting.
Song Manyin stood there, looking at the sparkling lake, and Chu Li's face flashed in her mind.
His dark face is calm and his eyes are bright, and he seems to be able to see through everything in the world. I don’t know if the worship of Nantianmen has reached this level!