Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 60 Joining the Demon Cult

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Compared with character and aptitude, the elders of the Devil's Cult pay more attention to whether they are in line with their own wishes when accepting apprentices. In short, it doesn't matter if you are a waste material, as long as I am attracted to you, I will accept you.

If I don't like you, no matter how talented you are, I won't let you down.

This Lin Daoru's cultivation is good, and he already has the strength of the seventh rank, but the aura on his body really displeases the elders of the Demon Cult, but his strength is there, and he has entered the sect, but he is not No one can become a disciple of any elder.

Of course, this is also a good thing for Lin Daoru, after all, after establishing friendship with Li Jingxiao, there is not much difficulty in investigating the cause of Wuyan's death.

Li Jingxiao also gave Lin Daoru a lot of face. After he just started, he personally took him to the wing room where he lived on the mountain, and very generously gave up his wing room to Lin Daoru, so that his new disciples would not live in the room. Dapu's distress.

It stands to reason that Lin Daoru's cultivation base can be a deacon on the mountain, but his aura made many disciples and elders who practiced magic arts very dissatisfied, so he only pretended to be an inner disciple, and there was no elder to support him.

Li Jingxiao's face is undoubtedly great, but there are quite a few people who don't buy Li Jingxiao's face. Lin Daoru was calm for three or four days after getting started, and then he ushered in a challenge from someone.

"Senior Brother Liu is here, and Junior Brother Lin is still not going out to greet him?" A duck-like cry came from outside the door.

Lin Daoru was meditating in the room, because Pang Suxin had not returned home, so he could only wait in peace among the Demon Cult, thinking about how to build up his own small group of forces, so that he could further inquire about Liu Wuyan's affairs.

He had seen a big blood-red handprint on Liu Wuyan's body. After entering the Demon Sect, he inquired many ways, and only then did he know that this blood-red handprint is an eighth-rank martial art of the Demon Sect. There are hundreds of people practicing in the entire Demon Sect. Among them, there are more than 70 people with the strength of the seventh rank or above.

Secretly, he was a little bit tongue-tied at the strength of the Demon Sect, no wonder the Emperor Renhuangzong was easily wiped out by the Demon Sect.

Walking out of the wing room slowly, Lin Daoru saw several young people around 23 or [-] years old standing at the door. The leader was dressed in gold and held a folding fan. He looked like a handsome young man, but his appearance was very ordinary. It's not ugly, it just doesn't match his outfit.

He cupped his hands and said, "I don't know if Brother Liu came to the humble house, what can I tell you?"

Senior Brother Liu glanced at him expressionlessly, seeing his sallow figure, sallow face, and bloodless face after he changed his appearance, he couldn't help feeling a little contemptuous.

He snorted coldly and asked, "I don't know what is the relationship between Junior Brother Lin and Li Jingxiao?"

Lin Daoru was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, and looked at him with some puzzlement. Seeing the look of resentment on his face when he mentioned Li Jingxiao, he couldn't help feeling bitter for a while.

He originally wanted to keep a low profile, thinking that with Li Jingxiao's protection, he could stay on the mountain with peace of mind, and then wait for Pang Suxin to return and ask about the cause of Liu Wuyan's death before he can make plans.

But I don't think that everything has advantages and disadvantages. For Li Jingxiao's sake, the group of little Luola didn't come to provoke him, but instead provoked the hatred of a group of "big shots".

Li Jingxiao has a peculiar personality, likes and dislikes, and expresses joy. He often does not pretend to talk to people who don't like him, but wants to make friends with people who are pleasing to him without regard to his status.

This Senior Brother Liu is named Liu Jinlong. When the master accepted his disciples back then, he was the one with the highest hopes, but he didn't want Li Jingxiao to directly present such a rare object as the Tiangang Stone. In the end, no one dared to compete with him for the personal succession of the master. seat.

After all, there was only one person, and the gifts from others were so expensive, so they all gave up the competition. The others were fine, because the chances themselves were not very high.

But this Liu Jinlong is conceited of his talent, and seeing that after Li Jingxiao worshiped under the head of the sect, his martial arts cultivation has improved rapidly, and he surpassed him in just one or two years, which made him very unwilling, and gradually developed demons. It is an excellent qualification, but it is trapped in the middle stage of the seventh rank and cannot make any progress.

His master is also a man of insight. Seeing that Li Jingxiao has become his demon, he couldn't help but remind him: "Disciple, if you can't take revenge on Li Jingxiao, you can take revenge and make friends with him if you don't mind." friend."

Liu Jinlong was very happy when he heard about this curvy route to save the country. I can't touch the disciple of the master, but can't I touch the people who are on good terms with him?
So he sent someone to inquire about Li Jingxiao's friends, and it turned out that even for a while it was bitter, the granddaughter of the magician Pang Suxin, the grandson of the great elder Zhang Poyue, the granddaughter of the third elder Li Mengxue, and the only Li Chunfeng who had no background, was still a genius. , I actually have the cultivation base of the eighth rank in my own cultivation.

Even if he extinguished his desire for revenge, he couldn't deal with any of these people.Under the gloomy mood, he still could not make any progress in his final cultivation.

When he didn't have any hope of revenge on Li Jingxiao, God opened a window for him, and Li Jingxiao's room actually lived in a new inner sect disciple.

This was good news that couldn't be better. Liu Jinlong immediately summoned his lackeys to kill him. He looked arrogant and arrogant to the extreme along the way.

As soon as he asked a question, a large group of disciples gathered nearby. These disciples were not good at dealing with them, and no one would jump out to give punches to so-and-so. They all held the attitude of watching the excitement Surround this place tightly.

After all, as Li Jingxiao's direct disciple, it's rare for him to dare to trouble his friends.

The news spread down the mountain very quickly. After Li Jingxiao heard it, he didn't take it seriously, and said: "That kid Liu Jinlong wants to die, so let him go, you go up the mountain quickly and help me bring a sentence to Junior Brother Lin." Tell him, I will take care of him after beating him to death."

At the same time, Lin Daoru who went up the mountain had already fought against Liu Jinlong's subordinates. He couldn't reveal his strength beyond the early stage of the seventh rank, so the only thing he could use was the exposed sword intent and sword technique.

The light sword chapter of Dugu Nine Swords was slowly used, and Tibetan Lord did not come out of the sheath.After fusing the Plum Blossom Sword Technique and the Flying Immortal Sword Technique, he is like a butterfly piercing through flowers, with an elegant figure and surging sword light, Liu Jinlong's dog legs feel like they are in a beautiful sea of ​​flowers. Only butterflies fly around.

When a butterfly flew onto his arm, there was still no response, and he was still staring blankly at the sea of ​​flowers.

When all the flowers dispersed, he felt a lump in his hand, but the sword in his hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground. (My novel "Budao Zangjing Pavilion" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign on the upper right to "add friends" , search the official account "qdread" and pay attention, hurry up!)
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