Li Wuxiang spent a long time thinking about it, but in the end he only took out a sword hilt. This was indeed a bit funny.
But this kind of occasion is not the place to laugh. Li Wuxiang looked at the sword hilt and looked at Zhong Qiushui in disbelief: "Did you drop the bag?"
Zhong Qiushui stretched out his hand, and an ancient bronze sword was held in his hand. It was stained with blood and exuded a powerful force that made people shudder.
Zhong Qiushui sneered: "Li Wuxiang, you can't even guard the most precious treasure of our Huangtian Pavilion, what qualifications do you have to be the master of this pavilion?"
You can't even be sure whether the people around you can trust you. Among the previous masters of Huangtian Pavilion, it seems that there is really no one weaker than you!"
Li Wuxiang's eyes flashed with complex colors.
Perhaps until now he still can't believe that he actually lost to Zhong Qiushui.
In his mind, Zhong Qiushui is extreme in his actions and is impulsive and irritable. To put it simply, he is just a martial artist. Although he has good talent and high understanding, what can he compare with himself?
Only today did he realize that people change. Before he knew it, Zhong Qiushui had become a stranger, and he no longer recognized him.
Just like this time, he didn't know when Zhong Qiushui entered the realm of martial arts, nor when Zhong Qiushui started planning, nor when Zhong Qiushui dropped the Emperor Tian Sword.
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If he lost in terms of strength, he also lost in other areas. He lost completely and completely!
With a roar, the energy and blood all over Li Wuxiang exploded, and the entire world turned into a boundless bloody field, and a Dharma image was born from the boundless bloody field.
The Dharma's appearance seemed to reach the sky and penetrate the earth. It had the body of a powerful demon, but its face was majestic, like a god, general, and king. The powerful fluctuations of power stirred the void, and in an instant, thunderclouds filled the air!
Supernatural power!
Chu Xiu felt it immediately, it was the smell of magical power.
But this is not just magical power, Li Wuxiang even incorporated his other skills into it to make it stronger.
The Heavenly King's Faxiang squeezed the power of thunder from heaven and earth in his hands, turned into two spears and blasted directly towards Zhong Qiushui.
The power of the thunder was so dazzling that Chu Xiu had no choice but to close his eyes and could only use his spiritual sense to sense it all.
The next moment, something like ripples appeared all over Zhong Qiushui.
As he dropped the sword with his hand, ripples suddenly rose wherever he passed, but whether it was the power between heaven and earth or the terrifying power of thunder, after touching the ripples, they began to dissipate strangely.
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It is not a cancellation of power, but it directly becomes nothingness, as if this power does not exist in this world at all.
The thunder dissipated, the Heavenly King's dharma collapsed, and the bloody field could no longer cover the sky.
Zhong Qiushui's sword finger penetrated directly into Li Wuxiang's chest, but strangely not even a trace of blood flowed out. Perhaps even the blood was dissipated by the power of this finger.
Li Wuxiang's face was as pale as paper. Looking at Zhong Qiushui, a smile actually appeared on his face.
"This is the magical power 'Ji Wu' possessed by my second-generation ancestor of Huangtian Pavilion. When did you learn it?"
Zhong Qiushui said expressionlessly: "If I say that I will know it before I step into the realm of martial arts, would you believe it?"
Li Wuxiang laughed loudly and said: "Believe it, of course I believe it. Sure enough, from the beginning, I am not as good as you!"
At this last moment, Li Wuxiang realized that he had actually been jealous of Zang Qiushui all along.
He is a direct descendant of the Huangtian Pavilion, and the autumn water was just randomly picked up by the old pavilion master. Why should he compare with himself?
However, who would have thought that Zhong Qiushui's cultivation speed would be so fast, even to the point where he was approaching him all the time, so Li Wuxiang could only practice more crazily, not wanting to be surpassed by him.
Day after day, year after year. The two people's cultivation is getting stronger and stronger, but no one can imagine that the so-called Huangtian Pavilion duo's strength has advanced so fast just because one of them doesn't want to lag behind others.
The old pavilion master was disappointed, but one was jealous and didn't want to be surpassed.
When competing for the position of Pavilion Master, Li Wuxiang had no confidence.
He knew that Zhong Qiushui's talent was higher than his own. At that time, there was almost no gap between the two parties. He had no confidence that he could step into Wuxian before Zhong Qiushui, so he slandered Zhong Qiushui behind his back.
Perhaps from that time on, Li Wuxiang really changed and became only thinking about himself. He didn't want anyone to surpass him!
There was no friendship between him and Zhong Qiushui that lasted for hundreds of years, nor for decades, nor even for one year.
He has been jealous of Zhong Qiushui from the very beginning, and there is no room for anyone in his heart.
Glancing at his chest, Li Wuxiang murmured: "I thought I had exterminated the inner demons long ago, but I didn't expect that my heart would always be occupied by the inner demons."
As Li Wuxiang's words fell, the vitality in his body quickly dissipated, and he finally fell to the ground.
Seeing this powerful man in the realm of martial arts and the previous master of the Huangtian Pavilion die in front of him, Chu Xiu was not surprised at all, but felt a little sad.
In fact, Li Wuxiang didn't understand himself until the end.
He thought that his choice was just the work of inner demons, but he never thought that it was actually his own true thoughts.
The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.
Kung Fu can be practiced, and one's realm can be improved, but a person's character cannot be changed so easily. People like Zhong Qiushui are obviously in the minority.
At this time, Zhong Qiushui also stood there without saying a word for a long time. He didn't know whether it was because he had exhausted too much after using his magical power once, or because this friend and opponent who had been entangled with him for hundreds of years finally died in his own hands.
At this time, the fighting in the main hall was over. Li Wuxiang's confidants were either dead or surrendered. The entire chaos in Huangtian Pavilion lasted less than an hour before it was put down.
Of course, it may take several years or even more than ten years to prepare for all this.
Turning to look at Lu Sanjin, Zhong Qiushui said in a deep voice: "What I said before still stands, the position of the master of Huangtian Pavilion is yours.
In fact, Li Wuxiang is right. I am indeed extreme in my work and easily influenced by others. As the leader of a faction, it is not my fault to be conservative, but my fault is to be too radical.
You are the successor of the next generation of Pavilion Masters who was personally selected by the old Pavilion Master to walk in the Eastern Region. You can even be ranked among the entire young generation of Daluotian. In this position, you can do more than me.
suitable."
Lu Sanjin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can't sit.
The position of the Pavilion Master of Huangtian Pavilion is not only central to Huangtian Pavilion, but also to the outside world.
With my little strength, sitting in the position of Pavilion Master will only make people laugh.
The master of the Huangtian Pavilion must be the most powerful person in the Martial Immortal Realm, and can only be the most powerful person in the Martial Immortal Realm."
Who doesn’t want the position of the head of the Huangtian Pavilion? Of course Lu Sanjin wants it too. Although he is the Eastern Territory Walker and is theoretically the successor of the Huangtian Pavilion, this is only theoretical. In the end, the Eastern Territory Walker did not become the Huangtian Pavilion.
There are also many pavilion masters.
However, Lu Sanjin is also very self-aware.
The position of the Pavilion Master of the Huangtian Pavilion is not available to anyone who wants to sit there. When the Huangtian Pavilion is open to the public, the other sects are all martial immortals, and in the end, he is the only one who is a warrior in the True Fire God Refining Realm. This is simply a joke.
Therefore, this position must be occupied by Zhong Qiushui.
Zhong Qiushui said in a deep voice: "Since this is the case, then I will do my part.
I am not Li Wuxiang. If I say something, I will not regret it.
Lu Sanjin, you are still walking in the Eastern Region. No one can take away your position as the heir of the pavilion master. As long as you step into the realm of martial arts in the future, I will give up your position immediately. I will keep this position for you for the time being.
As for the others, everyone still does what they should do. Although the master of Huangtian Pavilion has changed, the sky has not changed."
Zhong Qiushui and the impulsive, irritable, reckless and extreme Zhong Qiushui of the past are now two people. At least the arrangements he made were well-founded and did not cause too much turmoil in Huangtian Pavilion.
We have already encountered big changes, so staying the same at this time is the best way to deal with it.
The funeral of the old pavilion master continued to be held, but the burial place was also changed to Yuanhuang Realm.
In Li Wuxiang's view, it was not worth wasting an opportunity to gain vitality in Yuanhuang's territory just to bury a dead person.
But in Zhong Qiushui's view, the old pavilion master is dead, and this is what he deserves. Others have no power or qualifications to deprive him of it.
However, in this way, everyone in Huangtian Pavilion felt a lot more at ease about planting autumn water.
This is a nostalgic person.
Even after so many years, the old pavilion master's kindness to Zhong Qiushui has not changed, and even if the old pavilion master is partial to Li Wuxiang, it has not changed. Then he will not liquidate those who are not on his side afterwards.
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After the funeral, Chu Xiu said goodbye to Zhong Qiushui and prepared to return to Cangwu County.
Zhong Qiushui waved his hand and said: "Go back, I have already passed on the news to Cangwu County. The entire Cangwu County, including the southern barbarian land you conquered, everything is based on you. You want to report the news to the headquarters
, just report it to the headquarters, and you alone have the final say in personnel appointments."
Lu Sanjin glanced at Chu Xiu in surprise. Only then did he realize that Zhong Qiushui actually used this condition to get Chu Xiu to side with him. But why does Brother Chu want so much power? Anyway, he wants to return in the end.
If you go to practice deep in the mountains and old forests, you can’t take it with you.
Chu Xiu nodded and said: "Thank you very much, Pavilion Master, but how are you going to stop the people from Hanjiang City? I guess Hanjiang City will receive the news soon and may come to Huangtian Pavilion to cause trouble."
There was a cold look in Zhong Qiushui's eyes and he said: "How to block? If you can't block it, then fight hard! The old master of the pavilion focuses on stability, and that guy Li Wuxiang is also very cowardly.
How could I, Huangtian Pavilion, have inherited it for so many years and not have any trump cards?
Ye Weikong is no match for me, but if Hanjiang City really wants to destroy me, Huangtian Pavilion, then even if I risk my life, I will break one of his teeth and splatter him with blood!
You must know that in the Eastern Region, we are not the only big sect in Huangtian Pavilion!"