Next, there was another heated discussion. Xiao Yu and the others sat in the back and did not speak. Instead, they concentrated on eating. What did the other party's extravagant remarks have to do with themselves?
However, Xiao Yu is still wondering in his heart, who is Shangguan Qingzi? Is it really the Shangguan Qingzi he knows?
After the dinner party, as soon as the big bosses from all parties arrive at the verdict, the golden list will begin tomorrow, and the winner will be judged by a martial arts competition. The winning disciple will have a half chance of becoming the future husband of the Saint of the Ju Sect.
This decision instantly heightened the atmosphere at the scene.
Xiao Yu and the others were arranged to stay in a bamboo forest at night. Because there were many people, they all shared a room. Xiao Yu and Qinglong did not sleep, but chatted with a group of Taoists.
On the other side, in the area where Westerners rested, some Western disciples gathered together and began to discuss tomorrow's battle.
"Romi, we in the West and the East have always been incompatible with each other. This time we have several major divine sects coming together. The first thing we should deal with is the disciples of the Eastern Xuanmen. They are our biggest enemies.
Only after we defeat the Dongfang Xuanmen disciples can we enter the Seven-Colored Chrysanthemum Realm, otherwise no one will have a chance."
A middle-aged Western man looked at a group of yellow-haired young people sitting in front of him and said in a low voice.
"You are talking about those sick men of East Asia. I think they don't even dare to say anything today. They are obviously scared.
In the past, Huaxia claimed to be the master of the Taoist sect, but now that Nuwa is dead, they have lost their biggest defensive barrier. What will they have to fight with us in the future?
It’s not that I look down on them, they are just a bunch of rustic dogs and they are vulnerable.”
A man wearing a black robe and with two tiger teeth said with disdain.
"That's right, I see those Chinese Taoists, all of them are sallow and thin, as if they are malnourished. If they are put on the field, I will yell and they will wet their pants!"
"You are wrong. Chinese culture advocates moderation. It is not that they are not smart, but they do not want to compete with us. If they really go to the battlefield, they will burst out with power that will make you tremble."
An old man with white hair glanced at the disciple who had spoken before, with an expression that looked like he was an idiot.
Outside the window, various chrysanthemums competed with each other. When the breeze blew gently, the chrysanthemums moved closer to each other, and then swept away into the distance like ocean waves.
In the back hall of Juzong, today's great elder is sitting in the room. Around her, there are other elders sitting, most of them are old women.
"Great Elder, that Xiao Yu is here, are we going to take action secretly next?"
An old woman holding a cane had her face covered with freckles and wrinkles, making it difficult to see her eyes.
"That Xiao Yu killed my disciple, I will avenge him myself. I have worked hard on the Soul Transformation Palm for these years. As long as I get close, his soul will definitely fly away."
There was another old woman with a ferocious face. She was Zhang Cuihua's master back then, and people called her Old Man Xueju.
The other party uses the blood of a boy to grow chrysanthemums, cultivates a life chrysanthemum from a hundred thousand chrysanthemums, then inhales it into the body, sucks the essence and blood in his own body, and then the soul and the blood chrysanthemum merge into one.
Even if the body dies, as long as there is enough blood, the blood chrysanthemum can still be kept from drying up, broken and re-established. This is the most sinister technique of the Ju Sect.
The great elder of the Ju Sect has white hair, and she is wearing a moon-white robe. She looks like a kind neighbor's grandma where she sits, but no one present dares not to give her face.
"It's just a personal grudge, don't be so anxious. Although Xiao Yu has a big grudge with us, it's inappropriate to take action at this time!
I have already said today that if you have a personal grudge, you will be able to challenge it openly and openly. If it is discovered by Chinese Taoists now, I am afraid it will arouse their resentment.
Xiao Yu is now the head of Maoshan, and it has a lot to do with the reputation of the Huaxia Dao Sect. If he was killed secretly, do you think they would let it go like that?
We have been vassals of China since ancient times, and even the current Taoism is a branch of their Taoism. If we really want to fall out, we are definitely no match..."
At this point, a gust of breeze blew, and the old woman closed her eyes slightly, then waved her hand, and a chrysanthemum flew out of the window, turned into a yellow aura in front of the old woman, and then dissipated.
But there was a smile on the face of Ju Zong's great elder.
"Jiu Shi came to report that Western Xuanmen is also trying to deal with China. We might as well sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, watch them fight to the death, and then make other arrangements.
A few days ago, I heard rumors that the Nuwa Stone in Panlong Mountain in China was seized by the West, which caused the Taoist sect to be shaken and the world to be catastrophic.
I, Juzhong, am a branch of the Huaxia Dao Sect, so naturally I am also involved in the Dao Tribulation, so I am also implicated!"
The old woman spoke in a very low voice, but everyone present could hear it clearly. Everyone seemed to be listless at first, but when they heard that the Nuwa Stone was taken away, they seemed to wake up in an instant, and they all lifted their heads.
head.
"If that's the case, what should we do?"
an old woman asked.
"Our Ju Sect has become a sect. The Xuanmen Conference held this time is to gather the great fortune of Xuanmen in our Ju Sect. When the Xuanmen Golden List is established, we should be able to escape this catastrophe!"
"What should we do about the saint? There will always be someone who gets the top three on the gold list."
"Don't worry, the saint is just a cover for us to the outside world, so it doesn't matter if we get married!
If we form an alliance with those Xuanmen mountains, I will be happy before it’s too late!
After Qingzi came to Juzong, I asked people to inquire secretly. She and Xiao Yu should have some feelings. If we can take advantage of it, Xiao Yu might die in Qingzi's hands and strangle a future genius in the cradle.
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Having said this, a smile appeared on the great elder's face, and then he swayed and suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Hey, Xiao Yu, let's see how you leave Japan this time. You should keep the promise you made back then."
A faint smile began to appear on Old Man Xueju's gloomy face, and then she walked out directly, causing several other old women in the room to shake their heads.
It was already late at night, but most of the bamboo forests were still lit by lights. Xiao Yu suddenly woke up while meditating, and then he waved his hand, and there were three more paper figures in front of him.
"Yin and Yang borrow the law, the paper man explores the way, and escapes..."
A low spell came out of Xiao Yu's mouth, and then several paper figures turned over and jumped up, then jumped under the bed and disappeared without a trace.
After doing this, Xiao Yu continued to squint his eyes, and his ears began to move unconsciously, as if listening to sounds from all directions.
In the Vampire Sect's house, several disciples were sleeping, while the other two disciples were chatting quietly about something.
Outside the wooden building, a paper figure as thin as a cicada's wings suddenly emerged from the soil, and then walked in through the crack in the door.
"Rob, that saint today is really good. Her skin and thighs make me excited just looking at her. If I take her back to be my wife, I won't have to drink blood for a month."
A man in black said with an intoxicated expression.
"With your level of cultivation, you can't even control a Bat King. You still want to see the Saint. Are you still awake from your dream?"
