A few days later, Elder Gong, the Thirteen Deacons of Jinghong Pavilion, was attacked by a powerful monster when he was out on business. All five people in the group were killed. When the rescuers arrived, there were only a few pieces left.
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After hearing the news, Yun Qiwu sat in his training room for two full hours. The expression on his face changed unpredictably, and finally turned into a long sigh and a soft breath.
He stood up and left the training room. The untouched teacup in front of him instantly shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of dust.
After closing the door, the breeze blew the dust everywhere.
After all, a father is still a father. The boldness of his methods is still incomparable to him, and of course his current resources cannot compare with him.
Losing an outer deacon and elder, knowing my father's bottom line, this deal is not a bad deal.
The only pity is that although Yun Yanyang was seriously injured, he was rescued by the boy from Jiuzhong Palace and killed many people.
For the first time, Yun Qiwu felt that he should pay attention to this country bumpkin in Jiuzhong Palace.
He was not the only one who thought this. The princes and princesses in Jinghong Pavilion all began to be curious about Sun Xu and couldn't help but collect some information about him.
You won’t know if you don’t see it, but you will be shocked when you see it.
After coming to Jiuchong Mountains, so many things happened in such a short time. No wonder some people wanted to join forces to deal with him. This kid can be considered a talent.
There are some previous news, but no one can imagine that when Sun Xu first arrived in the world of cultivation, he was just a monk in the Nascent Soul stage.
Now he has transcended the combined and Mahayana stages, and stands among the monks in the realm of metamorphosis.
Even in the world of cultivation, to be able to make such great progress in more than a year is a very remarkable talent.
It's a pity that Sun Xu's current status is too dazzling. Many people just think that Sun Xu is not worthy of his current status and status, but do not take into account this terrifying improvement speed.
"Not only that, he rarely fights with people of his own level under normal circumstances. Most of the records collected so far are of fights across levels, or even level-hopping killings. The realm of Mortal Transformation is definitely not a reflection of his combat power!" Yun Mu
Xia looked at the dossier in her hand and couldn't help but be speechless.
"So, anyone who underestimates him will eventually suffer a loss!" The other woman was about 70% similar to Yun Muxia. She was slightly older and her figure seemed a little more graceful than Yun Muxia's.
"Eighth sister, you seem to know Sun Xu very well!"
"Naturally, I need to get to know you as a disciple of the Ninth Level Emperor. I'm not the only one doing the homework in private. It's just that I don't care about it that much!" Yun Linwu stretched his body, with a look of indifference on his face.
Very few people know that part of the intelligence power of Jinghong Pavilion is in the hands of Yun Linwu, and it is also hard for people to believe it.
"Then why don't you remind them?"
"Reminder, those people are like wolves. If you say something, they will think you are jealous of them and want to grab meat to eat. Only when their heads are bruised and bloody will they have a deep memory.
!" When he said this, Yun Linwu's expression was slightly unhappy.
Obviously, she had mentioned it before, but it was a pity that it was ignored.
The entire Jinghong Pavilion was undercurrent, and the usually peaceful atmosphere was somewhat disturbed by Yun Yanyang's injury this time.
The mid-level and high-level disciples who had a little bit of energy automatically started to keep a low profile, and some even went into long-term retreat to avoid getting involved in such nonsense.
Disciples at the grassroots level are not exposed to these things, so they can only be restrained by their master and live in confusion.
In the Jiuzhong Palace, Yun Yanyang lived a good life, but it was a pity that there was no one to serve him. Otherwise, he would have lived a comfortable life with clothes on his hands and food on his hands.
The body is recovering quickly and has gained some weight, but for a monk, it can return to perfect shape in an instant.
According to Sun Xu's request, Zhenyi God King found five little girls for Xiaoxiao. They were all about the same age and had very different origins.
There were those coming out of the auction house, little beggars picked up on the street, and those who sold their bodies to bury their fathers. No two of the five children appeared in front of him through the same channels.
Even the regions are tens of thousands of miles apart. If someone spends so much effort just to get a few little girls in for him, the Winged God King will recognize him.
Gathered here from different areas, the hardships they suffered made them mature more precociously.
They had already planned to suffer hardship and be teased, but now they were in this situation, which made them a little overwhelmed.
No one beat, scolded or punished, nor did they suffer any abnormal torture. They just followed Xiaoxiao around and played around every day, which made it difficult for them to react for a while.
It's not a big deal, just get used to it slowly. Sun Xu doesn't care about this.
It is obvious that Xiao Xiaoxuan has been much happier these days. She also helped the five little girls choose names, hold the piano, hold the sword, etc. The little girls also had no objections.
On a site as large as the Jiuzhong Palace, there are hundreds of palaces, but there are only a few people there all the time, which makes it look particularly deserted and lacks popularity.
No matter where you look at it, the aloof character of the Jiuchongdian gang is probably related to this kind of living environment.
Now there are a few more little girls, chirping and singing songs every day, which makes the place more popular, and the smile on the face of King Zhenyi is also a bit fuller.
He even really began to consider whether the Jiuzhong Palace really needed some servants to help clean and manage this huge palace complex.
Although he attacks faster and more efficiently, as a God-King, and if he wants to become the emperor's strong man in the future, he can't always do these things.
The Jinghong Pavilion matter was quickly suppressed, and some people in the upper echelons were spreading the news, but at least on the surface, few people discussed this issue.
The martial arts conference that is held every five years will come in more than half a year. This is not only related to your personal ranking, but also related to the dignity and status of the sect.
Among the countless young disciples in the Jiuchong Mountains, less than four thousand have been selected, and any one of them is the best among his peers.
The previous losers have made a comeback and are preparing to make a comeback. The new generation of strong men can't wait to take action and drive their predecessors off their thrones.
In taverns, on the streets, in sects, or in other places, even in brothels, people talk about this kind of content, and everything must give way to the martial arts conference.
All public opinions are focused on the martial arts conference. This is a platform for the younger generation of disciples to compete, and it is also a platform for each martial arts to show their strength.
Sun Xu couldn't help but think of the atmosphere of the Chinese College Entrance Examination on Earth. (To be continued)