Huaxian

Chapter 136 Faith in Heart!
Not only the old man with the left arm, but also many cultivators from the Seven Sword Sects, and all the cultivators from the Pill Immortal Sect had anger in their eyes.

"My Daoyang Sect disciple pays homage to the dead person I admire in my heart, and you still need you to take care of the Seventh Sword Sect?"

Pharaoh immediately said indifferently.

"Are these people paying homage to the dead?"

The old man with the left arm was a little surprised.

Pharaoh sneered again: "Otherwise, what do you think? Tens of thousands of disciples welcome you? You don't have that much face in the Seven Sword Schools!"

The left-armed old man thought about it, and it was indeed the case. Dao Yangzong didn't want to disgust himself so much, and it was impossible to summon tens of thousands of disciples in such a short time.

On the side, the red-bearded old man sighed: "I have heard about Elder Zhou. I didn't expect Elder Zhou to be so loved by the sect in your Daoyang Sect. His death is the misfortune of Daoyang Sect!"

The state of Chu said it was not small, but it was not big in the eyes of these big forces. The news spread quickly, and all the senior leaders of the seven sects of Ningyuan City knew about it.

"Although Elder Zhou has a good status in the sect, he is far from being so loved!"

Pharaoh whispered.

"Oh?"

This time, the cultivators of both factions were a little surprised.

It's not Elder Zhou, who can have such a great appeal, and make tens of thousands of disciples look like this after death.

The red-bearded old man said: "Could it be a high-ranking person in your family..."

"It's an arrogant cultivator of the younger generation of my sect..."

Pharaoh whispered.

Hearing this, several people were even more shocked. The younger generation of cultivators can be so loved, could it be...

"Murong Bai, the holy son of your noble sect, won't..."

The old man on the right arm spoke in surprise.

Everyone looked at Pharaoh one after another. From their point of view, if there was one person among the younger generation of cultivators who could be loved so much, the only person everyone would think of was Murong Bai.

The three great talents of the young generation in the world of cultivating immortals in Chu State.

That Murong Bai was ranked second, just below Tian Linggen's seven peerless sword sects, Jian Lingchen. It can be said that he was the only person in the younger generation who could compete with Jian Lingchen, so he naturally attracted attention.

If it was Murong Bai who died, then the other sects would naturally rejoice, because such a peerless arrogance is enough to change the future pattern of Chu's world of cultivating immortals.

"No need to guess, this disciple has just joined the sect for a year, but he is only 13 years old, you must not understand, follow me in!"

Pharaoh didn't want to say much, so he said a few words before turning around and leaving.

Just joined the sect for a year?
But 13 years old?
Everyone was stunned. How could a 13-year-old boy who had just joined the sect be loved by so many low-level disciples of the Dao Yang sect was simply incomprehensible.

Everyone stopped thinking and followed Pharaoh.

Before the mountain gate.

At this moment, Zhang Ji looked at the tens of thousands of white-clothed troops and said, "Brothers and brothers, the boss has left us. Here, we pay our respects to the boss three times and let the boss go well!"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Then, Zhang Ji turned his head, and just as he was about to pay homage to the sky, Pharaoh flew over.

"Little boy, why did you block the mountain gate?"

Pharaoh spoke.

"Senior, we want to worship Senior Brother Liu here for the last time, and let Senior Brother Liu have a good journey!"

Zhang Ji spoke with tears in his eyes.

"it is good!"

Pharaoh spoke softly and nodded.

Immediately, it flew aside and did not enter the mountain gate.

The people from the two factions behind flew over and saw that Pharaoh hadn't entered. They were a little surprised and asked, "Fellow Daoist Fa, why don't you enter the sect?"

"These disciples want to send their senior brother here for the last time, the hearts of all people, I can't violate it!"

The pharaoh said lightly.

"Fellow Daoist Fa, you are just a low-level disciple, so you want to sweep my face off from the Seven Sword Sects?"

The old man on the left arm was furious. In his opinion, he was just a low-level disciple who was already dead, but now because of such a dead person, he came to treat Jian Qizong so disrespectfully, which made him annoyed.

Pharaoh also said angrily: "Your Sword Seven School has face, but my Dao Yang School has no face? This is a matter between juniors, and the old man has stopped asking about it. As a strong man in the foundation period, do you still want to rely on your elders to bully the younger ones?" ?"

"Relying on the elders to bully the younger? Alright, let the younger generation handle this matter!"

The voice of the old man on the left arm was even colder. Looking at the dozens of young disciples behind him, he didn't ask Jiansan and the others to come out, but pointed out five casually, and said, "You guys, go and settle this matter!"

"Yes!"

The disciples who were pointed out were all eleventh-level cultivators in the Qi refining period, and they walked out immediately with proud expressions on their faces.

After they walked out, one of them looked at the many low-ranking disciples of Daoyang Sect: "We are members of the Seventh Sword Sect, you all get out of the way quickly, we want to join the sect!"

Seven Schools of Swords!
The tens of thousands of disciples were shocked when they heard this.

The Seventh Sword Sect is the number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals in Chu State, with hundreds of thousands of disciples, and the only sect that has the old monster of the Nascent Soul Stage.Even the younger generation of disciples of the Seventh Sword Sect are almost invincible compared to the disciples of other sects of the same level.

Right now, the tens of thousands of disciples are all low-level disciples, most of them are below the fifth floor of the Qi refining stage, a few have reached the fifth floor, and none of them have reached the tenth floor.

It can be said that among the disciples of the Seven Sword Sects right now, none of them is a match for the person in front of them.

"We are going to pay homage to our Senior Brother Liu here, and we have to send him off for the last time. Please forgive me from the senior brothers of the Seventh Sword Sect!"

Zhang Ji spoke at this moment, and said to the disciple of the Seventh Sword Sect.

"Bastard, my Seven Sword Sects are the number one cultivating sect in the Chu Kingdom, and I am here today to give your sect face. You bastard, you are so ignorant!"

Between the words, a sword in the cultivator's hand turned into a slap and swung out violently.

This time, Zhang Ji was slapped directly on the face, blood spurted out from Zhang Ji's mouth and fell to the ground directly.

Everyone was annoyed in their hearts, but they didn't dare to speak when they thought about the power of the Seven Swordsmen, and they didn't speak when they saw the Pharaoh, thinking that the Pharaoh was also afraid of the Seventh Swordsman, so they naturally didn't dare to say more.

Zhang Ji's gold-rimmed glasses were knocked off, and one side of his face was swollen, but he got up and apologized with a smile: "Senior Brother, I'm sorry, please let us finish worshiping our Senior Brother Liu... ..."

"Snapped!"

With another slap, Zhang Ji was thrown out again, and fell heavily to the ground, with blood flowing out of his mouth.

And none of the tens of thousands of disciples dared to do it.

"A bunch of trash, come on, stand up, and say something nice!"

The disciple of the Seventh Sword Sect shouted loudly.

Many disciples of the Seven Sword Sects, left-armed elders, right-armed elders, and even many people from the Pill Immortal Sect, all have contempt in their eyes at this moment. It turns out that Daoyang Sect, who used to be the number one in the Seven Sects, is now so weak.

Pharaoh's face was ugly, and his heart was full of sadness. This is the misfortune of the sect, not only because of the disciples, but also because the sect has been suppressed for many years.But now it is a matter between the juniors, he can't interfere at all.

The old man with the left arm looked at Pharaoh and sneered in his heart, don't you want to solve it among juniors?Now you Dao Yangzong will lose face.

Zhang Ji got up again, and said: "At this age, I, Zhang Ji, only have this level of cultivation. I am indeed a waste. Please ask the senior brother of the Seventh Sword Sect to let me, this waste, give my senior brother Liu a ride... "

"Snapped!"

With another slap, Zhang Ji was slapped to the ground again.

Tens of thousands of low-ranking disciples felt desolate, but Zhang Ji, one of the leading figures, was like this, so what could they do.

The disciple of the Seventh Sword Sect continued: "A group of trash, why do you worship Senior Brother Liu? Seeing Brother Liu, he is also a trash. A group of trash, holding a trash, is simply ridiculous..."

And at this moment, an extremely cold voice sounded:

"You can humiliate me, you can hit me, but you can't humiliate me, Senior Brother Liu!"

Zhang Ji gritted his teeth again and stood up, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a monstrous chill in his red eyes.

He Zhang Ji, apart from his brain, his cultivation qualifications are extremely poor, he has not been appreciated by anyone in Daoyang Sect, until Liu Chen appeared, only Liu Chen, since following Liu Chen, he has found the meaning of cultivation again.

Liu Chen is Zhang Ji's belief, even heavier than Zhang Ji's own life.

At this moment, Zhang Ji broke out.

"kill!"

Zhang Ji opened his mouth, controlled the treasure, and rushed directly towards the disciple of the Seventh Sword Sect.

The disciple of the Seventh Sword Sect has 'Eleven' embroidered on his chest. In the Seventh Sword Sect, he is the No. 11 powerhouse of the younger generation. On weekdays, even ordinary practitioners of the same level should respect Sword Eleven.

He didn't expect that in front of him, a cultivator who was no more than the fourth level of the Qi refining stage would dare to attack him!

And he is not for himself, but for a dead person.

"It's ridiculous!"

Jian Shixi sneered, and slapped Zhang Ji away again.

Jian Eleven taunted: "A pathetic guy, he dared to risk his life for a waste!"

Zhang Ji couldn't stand up anymore.

"Don't insult me ​​Senior Brother Liu!"

PHS was angry, and with his thin body, he rushed directly to Jian Eleven.

He once left Fuyun Peak because of disappointment. In front of the mission hall, he said "I want to go home", and he shed tears. It was Liu Chen who made him find the hope of practicing again. Home.

Without Liu Chen, there would be no PHS.

Others can insult him, but Liu Chen can't!
That is the belief in his heart!

"Another one came up to die, it's getting more and more interesting!"

(End of this chapter)