Bright top.

Liu Ji shook his feather fan and looked at his senior brother sitting in front of him with a smile. He watched his senior brother Tieguan Taoist brew tea in a spotless manner. Every movement had its own charm.

, although the postures are the same, each posture is different from Liu Ji's. In Tieguan Taoist's hands, there is more stability, while in Liu Ji's hands, it is more impatient.

“Great tea!”

Before he tasted it, Liu Ji was already sniffing the fragrance of tea that filled the air, and sighed in admiration. Then he directly changed the subject and said: "It seems that after a while, the Holy Cult will be truly unified. In this time

, no one above or below can resist."

"He is indeed a peerless hero!"

Taoist Tieguan raised his eyebrows and glanced at his junior brother. Without guessing, he knew that the junior brother still had a sense of depression in his heart. The junior brother who looked introverted on the outside was actually an extremely proud man.

You must know that in his heart, he is someone who dares to compare himself to Wu Hou.

As soon as he came out of the mountain, he hit the iron plate directly. No one else would give up so easily. Unfortunately, when facing an opponent who could not resist, Liu Ji bowed his head in shame.

In other words, Liu Ji now only takes it verbally but is not convinced by his heart.

While shaking his head and laughing, Taoist Tieguan had already filled the tea cup in front of him with tea, and said casually: "Yang Xiao has an old relationship with the leader. Since the overall situation has been determined and he has lost the fight for the leader's position, there is no need for him to object."

"So the top management has already left one of them."

"The White-browed Eagle King is upright, generous and upright. He is a person who attaches great importance to promises. He has followed the leader's instructions. If he fails, he will definitely abide by his previous promise. For the leader, the Eagle King is actually the one who has nothing to worry about.

people."

"So the senior management will go to one of them."

"The Green Winged Bat King has long been scared out of his wits. He is like a bird in a cage or a fish in a pond. He can be excluded."

"Purple-shirted Dragon King... Haha, her heart has never been above the Holy Religion. This time, everyone can see the awe in the purple-shirted Dragon King's eyes. She is afraid. She is like a quail in front of the leader..."

"The Golden Retriever Lion King is nowhere to be found. Besides, it is said that the Lion King has a dragon-slaying sword that commands the world. He is guilty of possessing the sword... It is better not to come back."

"The four kings are no longer able to resist, and the Right Envoy of Light has been missing for several years and has long been missing. The two envoys of the Holy Religion are also useless."

"As for us five scattered people... ha!"

Having said this, Tieguan Taoist Zhang Zhong smiled self-deprecatingly, drank all the tea in his hand, and then continued: "We are just grassroots who know the current affairs... Haha, they say fortune telling is not our fault, but senior brother

I saw the fate of my junior brother before. Fortunately, my junior brother was smart and saved me from the disaster. I think I also saw what happened to my senior brother."

Hearing this, Liu Ji had no words.

Tieguan Taoist Zhang Zhong refilled his cup of tea and said, "Actually, the Ming Cult has already doomed the current situation as soon as the leader appears."

Wallpaper?

Liu Ji listened to his senior brother's analysis that seemed to be talking to himself, and the corner of his mouth curled up, but he suddenly smiled. He is a wallflower, but he can turn around when the wind blows.

Yes.

At present, the situation of the Ming Cult seems to have been decided, but the meaning of the words of the senior brother is clear. No one in the Ming Cult now knows who has surrendered to the leader's wrist. This time the leader is traveling alone,

No one left behind? No one will believe this.

But now...the unification of Mingjiao has officially become a reality.

The senior brothers looked at each other and unanimously picked up the tea cups and tasted the tea.

But the art of slaying dragons is inherently contrary to nature, and only by performing the art of slaying dragons in such a situation can Liu Ji and Liu Bowen show off his abilities. However, if he wants to slay a dragon, the strength of his senior brothers is far from enough.

This terrifying and ferocious dragon... has to borrow other powers to survive.

And what kind of power in the world can have such qualifications?

After thinking about it, Liu Ji quickly came up with it.

That is the destiny of a country.

Liu Ji held the tea cup in his hand, quietly increased his strength, and said with a smile: "This situation is very good, you are still you."

"Well, that's good. We are still us."

…

Mount Emei.

Golden light roof.

Clang!

The sword roared and the sword energy was activated.

A cold light flashed.

Master Miejie looked at Yan Jing'an who appeared here again with a gloomy face, murderous intent filling his eyes. The Heavenly Sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pressed in front of him. He was originally a bad visitor, but he was here again.

Linmen, this is simply a provocation to the Emei Sect.

"This is Mount Emei, not your Cihang Jingzhai territory."

Master Miejie's cold words showed that her mood at the moment was extremely bad, and her irritable temper was about to reach the critical point. Fortunately, Yan Jing'an represented Cihang Jingzhai, otherwise Master Miejie's temper would definitely make the other party

Blood was spilled on the spot.

In this world, Master Miejie dares not to give face to anyone or any sect, but only this Cihang Jingzhai...

"Master Tai!"

"Junior..." Yan Jing'an looked a little dumbfounded. Even though it was the second time they met, this famously bad-tempered master still made her feel a sense of fear in her heart.

This master is really a person who dares to directly draw his sword and kill people regardless of the consequences.

Masters have all said that the founder of the Emei Sect, Guo Xiang, has a close relationship with Cihang Jingzhai, and is even a hidden saint, a woman who has practiced the sword canon. Even if Guo Xiang cannot pass on the sword canon to the Emei sect, it stands to reason.

It is said that Guo Xiang, who has practiced in Cihang Jingzhai, should also have the characteristics of the saint of Cihang Jingzhai - an immortal.

But the exterminator in front of me...

Yan Jing'an couldn't understand why the Emei Sect would find such a woman as its leader.

From her point of view, Yan Jing'an felt that Master Miejie had no regard for the overall situation, was extremely ruthless, and had a narrow vision... He had a lot of shortcomings, and of course they were just because of his status as a junior. These thoughts could only be suppressed in his heart and could not be expressed.

Yan Jing'an believed that Master Miejie's actions were overdrafting the influence left by Guo Xiang.

If the successor of Cihang Jingzhai was like this, I am afraid that Cihang Jingzhai would have disappeared in the long river of history.

But in the face of Master Miejie's aggressiveness, Yan Jing'an still carefully took out the painting on his body and placed it in front of the other party, blocking the opponent's unrivaled sword edge. However, the sword energy still swept through after all, although

Master Miejie had sheathed her sword as quickly as possible, but the sword energy still destroyed the scroll.

The dense sword energy scraped away at the painting. If Yan Jing'an hadn't escaped in time, the painting would have been destroyed by this sword attack.

However--

"Ancestor!"

Master Miejie spoke in astonishment, and looked at the painting in front of the sword with a changed expression. After a layer of white powder dispersed, a figure appeared on the painting again. Looking carefully, the person who appeared was none other than the founder of the Emei Sect.

Guo Xiang's appearance.

In the portrait, a stunning beauty stands on it, wearing plain clothes and holding a simple hair ornament.

The most attractive part, apart from the appearance, is the characteristic of the person in the painting holding a sword. Unlike ordinary people wearing swords, or women carrying swords, the way the person in the painting holds the sword is unique, she is holding the sword against her.

The person in the portrait is none other than Guo Xiang.

The advancing Yitian sword suddenly stopped, and Master Miejie just stared at the figures in the portrait in a daze.

But in fact, the person who was most shocked was not Master Miejie, but Yan Jing'an who was holding the scroll.

She also stared at the portrait in her hand with wide eyes and was stunned. Because she found that the paintings on the portrait were different from those she had seen before. Although the people were the same person, their postures and other features were completely different.

And in the lower right corner of the portrait, there is a line of small words - The sword move may have changed thousands of times but it is still difficult to break, this hatred that will weep blood for thousands of years.

Others might not be able to recognize this handwriting, but Yan Jing'an knew exactly whose hand it was.

This line of beautiful fine print...
Chapter completed!