I'm sanctified in the real world

Chapter 187

"I know."

The old voice echoed in the pure white hall.

The pair of eyes that seemed to have stars flowing slowly moved down and landed on the scientific researcher.

There was a sad expression on his face.

"Tell me the details."

"Yes."

The researchers immediately informed the elders of the information they had learned so far.

The action, location, and time that the clone participated in when it died.

And after contacting the personnel involved in the operation, the Martial Arts Association learned about the specific situation in the operation of repairing the seal of heaven and man.

Including the attack of the holy religion.

As for Chen Sheng, he was naturally included in the ranks of the holy religion.

After all, the difference between his actions and the Holy Cult's was less than 1 minute.

As for the specific situation within the seal.

Now that Zhao Zhenfeng can't be contacted, the Martial Arts Association has no way of knowing.

On the contrary, the battle between Chen Sheng and Zun Lao was too powerful, so it was also sent back to the Martial Arts Association as information.

"Ugh--"

Whether it's an attacker with azure blue textures on his body.

Neither the subsequent terrifying thunder that appeared near the lake could move the old man.

Only when it comes to Zhao Zhenfeng can't be contacted.

There was a sad look on the old man's face.

"The awakening of heaven and man is approaching, and we are in a hurry to wait."

"But there are always bad horses making trouble."

"Such a young warrior with potential lost his life for nothing."

"It's really sad."

Facing the emotion of respecting the elderly.

The scientific researcher lowered his head, not knowing how to reply for a moment.

I just feel strange in my heart.

There have been entanglements between the Wushu Association and the Holy Church for many years.

Between each other, the number of casualties has long been unknown.

I've never seen him so emotional before.

However, this seems to be the first time that a person of the level of a personal disciple of Lizong's suzerain has had an accident?
The scientific researcher thought so, and heard the old man continue to speak.

"If nothing else."

"Let's go."

"For Li Zong, let Li Wuji show compassion."

"Yes."

The researchers were not too surprised when the elder called the president of the Martial Arts Association by his full name.

He bowed his head and said yes, then got up and walked towards the outside world.

As the main person in charge of the instruments in the White Hall, he knew the highest standards of this work when he took office.

If the elder didn't take the initiative to say something, he couldn't ask at all.

After the researchers leave.

The old man's eyes were not closed.

He just looked at the empty space in front of him, the stars in his eyes kept flowing, as if he was using his ability.
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China.

I don't know where it is underground.

call--

In the cave extending in all directions, the strong wind kept blowing, and there were bursts of shrill screams.

A tall figure shuttled through the cave, moving forward steadily.

It wears a black robe.

While walking, through the gaps in the black robe, one can vaguely see the faintly visible azure blue texture under the black robe, as well as the lumpy muscles glowing with steel luster.

Accompanied by this tall figure, he continued to move forward.

The gust of wind flowing in the surrounding caves became stronger and stronger.

The whistling sound became more and more sharp.

If ordinary people were here, their eardrums would probably be pierced instantly.

Not to mention that the wind pressure caused by this gust of wind is comparable to countless sharp blades.

On the surrounding stone walls, sparks flew everywhere.

Walk about 10 minutes or so.

The tall figure stopped.

In front of him was a dark hole.

Wave after wave of strong wind pressure blew his black robe and made crackling noises.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the cave.

The cave was pitch black, with no light to be seen.

Only the howling wind was so strong that it seemed to destroy the entire world.

"Master."

The tall figure knelt on one knee.

in the dark,
A huge and terrifying figure could be vaguely seen undulating slightly.

"coming."

sounded.

It was obviously just the most flat tone, but the volume was like a bell ringing in my ears.

boom! ! !
A terrifying gust of wind swept from the depths of the cave in an instant.

The surface of its body is engraved with the same azure blue texture as Chen Sheng's.

Under the gust of wind, these azure blue textures became brighter.

Just the wind pressure caused by speaking made the texture of his body resist spontaneously.

Even if it is not the first time meeting with the leader.

But every time, Xuanwu couldn't help but lamented the opponent's strength from the bottom of his heart.

"How is Xuanming Zhenwu practicing?"

"The extreme is approaching."

talking room.

Xuanwu, one of the four saints of the holy religion, had a hint of arrogance in his tone.

If Xuan Ming Zhen Wu's cultivation had not progressed, he would not have dared to be so confident.

As the latest to join among the Four Saints, he is also the youngest one.

He was able to cultivate Xuanming Zhenwu to such a state so quickly, he really has the capital to be proud of.

"Ah."

"Let's start working on taking back the authority."

"Next, I have something to tell you to do."

"Yes."

Xuanwu bowed his head and said yes.

Although some of the authority he has deliberately released now has not yet grown up.

But he didn't dare to hesitate in the face of the leader's order.

"Go."

Xuanwu got up and quickly walked out of the cave.
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night.

Kyoto, suburbs.

The scope of Lizong's headquarters is comparable to a large amusement park.

But it is not like the ancient martial arts sect, which was established in a place surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Instead, there are many modern buildings.

Including the disciple's dormitory building, the headquarters building, the elixir breeding garden, and the open-air practice field.

at this time,

The top floor of the headquarters building.

Xiang Li stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the training ground below.

Even if it is night now.

But there are still quite a few disciples, who are either exercising or practicing breathing in various training grounds.

There were also groups of disciples sitting in a circle, exchanging and discussing their practice experience.

Among them, there are also some high-level disciples who teach low-level disciples.

Li Zong's image to the outside world is always domineering and unreasonable.

Disciples walk outside and do things in the same way.

This is because every time a group of new disciples joins, Xiang Li will tell them.

If you have an accident, Li Zong will settle it for you and take care of it for you.

If someone beats you, Li Zong will beat you back.

The only point is that Li Zong's face cannot be lost, and Li Zong's interests cannot be lost.

And internally.

All disciples, whether you are the suzerain's personal disciple, or the most ordinary disciple.

As long as you are willing to practice and work hard.

In the situation where resources are not wasted, if you dare to speak, Li Zong will be satisfied.

and,

The elders and high-level disciples of the sect hold regular seminars to teach the low-level disciples their experience in martial arts and answer their doubts.

On weekdays, if you have any doubts, just grab a high-level person and ask, and the other party will ask and answer.

In the beginning, this was a rule set by Xiang Li.

Over time, this became a trend.

Within the Li Zong, the only people who would be looked down upon were those who were talented but unwilling to contribute to the Zongmen, and very lazy.

therefore,

The sense of belonging and cohesion of the disciples of the Li Sect to the sect is also rare in the sects of the entire Hua Kingdom.

This is also what Xiang Li is most proud of about the Lizong he created with his own hands.

When Xiang Li didn't cultivate, or when he was depressed, he would stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and look at the Lizong disciples who were practicing diligently below.

Once he thought of Lizong's bright future.

He will feel happy.

But today,
Even looking at the disciples below.

Xiang Li's complexion was always as gloomy as water.

dong dong.

There was a cautious knock on the door behind him.

"Enter."

Xiang Li responded in a deep voice.

A Lizong elder in casual clothes walked in slowly.

He looked serious.

"metropolitan."

"The Martial Arts Association has made a decision."

"Zhou Zheng and Xiang Ji are missing."

"Zhao Zhenfeng died."

The voice just fell.

Swish!
The terrifying aura that was so thick that it was almost substantive enveloped the entire office in an instant.

thump!
Facing this momentum.

The elder had no strength to resist at all, and was directly crushed to the ground.

But there was no fear on his face.

But with anger.

"As long as the suzerain speaks!"

"I will immediately lead my disciples to find Xuanwu of the Holy Cult, and let them be buried with my disciples of the Lizong sect!"

Regarding the information outside the sealed place, the Martial Arts Association has truthfully informed Li Zong.

When Xiang Ji first arrived in Haizhou City,

He was once attacked by a person with azure blue veins on his body, and the elder knew this.

According to the information given by the Martial Arts Association, before entering the sealed place, Zhao Zhengfeng was also attacked by a person with the same characteristics.

As the elder of Lizong.

With such a distinctive feature, it is naturally impossible for it not to know.

This is clearly what Xuanwu, the holy teacher, Shengzhong did.

"Need not."

"We're at a critical moment in our planning, we can't be too ostentatious."

"It's no wonder that Li Wuji's subordinates are the bastards. Now everyone is staring at us, waiting for us to show our flaws."

"But the suzerain—"

The elder behind him shouted anxiously.

This is not like what Xiang Li usually says, nor is it the other party's past behavior style.

If it wasn't for the terrifying aura that emanated from it, it would be the feeling he was most familiar with.

The elder even wondered if the Xiangli standing in front of him was faked by someone else.

"rest assured."

"In less than a month."

"My Lizong will become the most powerful sect in China."

"At that time, it doesn't matter whether it's a new enmity or an old one."

"I will count them one by one."

Xiang Li's voice was extremely firm.

"Believe me."

"It doesn't matter who it is, as long as it has offended Lizong."

"None of them can escape."

(End of this chapter)