Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling pretended to be carefree, but her mind was clever. This move was eye-catching enough to improve her status in the two sects.

Just because she was a genius from the Purple Qi Sect, they would not be impressed. Even if they were impressed, they would still look down on her because of the Purple Qi Sect.

This was unavoidable, and it was a weakness that everyone could not avoid.

But after this time of showing her prowess in front of people, people knew that she had a very high aptitude for swordsmanship, and people's perception would be different.

People would unconsciously regard her as a swordsmanship genius. Even if she quickly improved her swordsmanship and cultivation, they would not doubt her but only admire her.

It must be said that Chu Ling's move was a brilliant move, which could be said to be a wonderful move. If she were to ask for mercy, she could do it.

He did not retract his gaze, but continued to stare at them, watching them arrive at the Fengtian Palace.

The Fengtian Palace sounded like a palace, but it was actually just a four-entry mansion. It was not magnificent, but simple.

When the nine people arrived outside the mansion, the four guards suddenly became nervous, holding their swords and staring at them solemnly.

Zhu Jiong gave his name, and one guard went in to report, while the other three guards still stared at them nervously.

Zhu Jiong's introduction not only did not dispel their nervousness and vigilance, but made them even more nervous than before.

Seeing them like this, Zhu Jiong was immediately annoyed and said coldly: "Why are you so nervous? Could it be that I would break in?"

The three guards were all wearing green robes, young, serious, and stared at the nine of them without saying a word.

As if they didn't hear Zhu Jiong's words, their eyes swept over the nine people, not focusing on Zhu Jiong.

Zhu Jiong became even more angry.

These guys are arrogant!

He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Are you deaf?"

"Back off!" The three guards suddenly tensed up and shouted in a broken voice.

Zhu Jiong frowned and stared at them.

The three guards stared at Zhu Jiong fiercely: "Retreat quickly, don't get close!"

"Hey, I won't retreat." Zhu Jiong sneered: "Are you going to kill me?"

"Those who trespass into the Fengtian Palace will be killed!" The green-robed young man in the lead said coldly.

"Then come on." Zhu Jiong took another step forward: "Kill me!"

The three guards' long swords made a "clang" sound, and the swords were half out of the sheath, ready to be pulled out at any time.

The half of the sword body was shining with cold light and cold air, as cold as a substance. Obviously, these three people were full of evil spirits and were responsible for human lives.

"So majestic and evil spirit, come on, kill me!" Zhu Jiong took another step forward, his eyes were bloodshot, and evil spirits surged around his body.

The evil spirits of the two sides collided, and Zhu Jiong was better than three against one.

He had just killed Xuanyang Sect recently, and the evil spirit had not completely disappeared.

Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian were secretly worried, but they did not stop it at this time.

People fight for their pride. If they lose their pride, it will have a great impact on their state of mind. In this case, it is better to encourage than to lose it.

Chu Ling and Xu Qingluo looked at each other.

Zhu Jiong is rough on the outside but delicate on the inside. This is to directly offend the Fengtian Palace and find a way out for himself.

If the Fengtian Palace punishes him severely, the Wuchang Sword Sect will insist that the Fengtian Palace is retaliating and that personal grudges are greater than justice.

Zhu Jiong sneered: "Come on, draw your sword, and kill me!"

"Stop it." A clear voice sounded.

Zhu Jiong turned his head to look.

A handsome middle-aged man appeared at the gate, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a green robe, as handsome as a jade tree.

The handsome middle-aged man said calmly: "Zhu Jiong, come in."

Zhu Jiong clasped his fists: "Meet Deputy Hall Master Zhou Yu."

"I don't deserve your courtesy." Zhou Wenjing, the deputy hall master of Fengtian Hall, smiled: "If I don't come out, you will tear down Fengtian Hall."

Zhu Jiong smiled embarrassedly: "I don't dare."

"You still don't dare?" Zhou Wenjing shook his head and said: "Let's go."

Zhu Jiong followed him in, and the others followed.

Zhu Jiong said: "Deputy Hall Master Zhou, I want to say something fair."

"Say it." Zhou Wenjing smiled and walked with his hands behind his back, walked around the screen wall, came to the front yard, and continued forward.

"Your guards of Fengtian Palace are too arrogant." Zhu Jiong said, "They look down on everyone and don't put anyone in their eyes."

"Do you want them to be warm and polite?" Zhou Wenjing laughed, "They are guards, not guests."

"Even if they are not guests, it's not good to have a cliff that is too high, right?" Zhu Jiong snorted, "Those who know it are Fengtian Palace, but those who don't know it think it's the imperial palace?"

Zhou Wenjing's eyes flashed, and he smiled indifferently, "You are so bold, as guards, they only need to defend against attacks, and don't need to do anything else."

He was secretly shocked.

This Zhu Jiong's words cannot be ignored.

If the Impermanence Sword Sect makes a fuss about this and stirs up trouble in the court, and lets several imperial censors report it, Fengtian Palace will definitely not end well.

The times are different, and now is different from the past.

In the past few years, Fengtian Palace has not had a good life. It has not been favored by the emperor, but has been despised.

The emperor was disgusted with Fengtian Palace, and he always scolded and undermined the dignity of Fengtian Palace.

The emperor's attitude naturally led to the martial arts sects being less respectful of Fengtian Palace, and some small actions.

If it was the peak of Fengtian Palace, Zhu Jiong would not have the courage to come in honestly, and how could he cause trouble?

This was tantamount to provocation.

He was angry in his heart, but he did not show it, thinking about how to deal with it.

Everyone came to the spacious front hall, and after they sat down, Zhu Jiong clasped his fists and said, "Deputy Palace Master Zhou wants to ask about Xuanyang Sect, right?"

"That's right." Zhou Wenjing said, "This matter has caused too much trouble. The martial arts world is in turmoil and the people are boiling. We need to make it clear and give the world an explanation. Please tell us about it."

"It's our fault..." Zhu Jiong said gloomily as he told the story without hiding anything.

Gao Huai'en and the other four looked gloomy.

They knew about this matter, but it was the first time they heard the whole story. In addition to being angry, they asked themselves: If it was the Broken Star Sword Sect, would it destroy the Xuanyang Sect?

The answer is yes: it will definitely be destroyed!

After hearing this, Zhou Wenjing paced in the hall with his hands behind his back, his face uncertain.

Zhu Jiong did not hide anything. What he said was exactly the same as what the Fengtian Palace had investigated, and even had many more details.

In his heart, he agreed with what the Impermanence Sword Sect did. When faced with these unscrupulous guys, it would not be enough to quell the indignation and soothe his conscience if he didn't destroy them.

Zhu Jiong said, "This is how it is. How to deal with us is entirely up to Vice Hall Master Zhou."

Zhou Wenjing paced with his hands behind his back in silence under the gazes of the nine people.

You could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Gao Huai'en opened his mouth and closed it again, looked at Zhu Jiong, and shook his head.

Pleading for mercy at this time might be counterproductive.

Chu Ling and Xu Qingluo said nothing, just observing.

This is really not the time to talk. No matter what you say, you don't know whether it will help Zhu Jiong or hurt him, and it is easy to be angered by the Impermanence Sword Sect.

Zhu Jiong pursed his lips and stared at Zhou Wenjing.

After pacing back and forth for more than a dozen times, Zhou Wenjing stopped.

"Ah--!" He sighed.

Everyone was refreshed, and Zhu Jiong became more nervous.

"Let's forget about this matter." Zhou Wenjing said slowly, "Xuanyang Sect really deserves to die, it's not unfair at all!"