As soon as Elder Xu fainted, the Moromon ship immediately became lively.

For a while, people were carrying people, and people were giving medicines. Even the brave one who didn’t know the heights of the world actually criticized Jiulian on the spot:

"Elder Wan Daoshang was so rude and made our elders so angry. Is this bullying us, the Moromen?" This man is only a foundation-building practitioner. Earlier, he injured several people in the individual competition of foundation-building.

The Ten Thousand Daosheng monks had achieved a high ranking, and then they showed their faces in front of Elder Xu.

Elder Xu's casual compliment was remembered by this man. His current behavior was not really because he wanted to express injustice for Elder Xu, but he just wanted to take this opportunity to get on board Elder Xu's ship.

Jiulian, who was named by the other party, showed no sign of being angry at all. He just blinked at the disciple and said, "So what?"

So what? The disciple was stunned for a moment, and immediately a look of anger appeared on his face.

"You..." He took a big step, as if he was going to say something unpleasant again.

As a result, as soon as I took a step, I felt a sharp pain in my calf, and I unconsciously fell backward.

But behind him lay Elder Xu who had fainted. The Moromen disciples did not expect this accident, so how could they help him?

One by one, they could only watch as the disciple fell hard onto Elder Xu.

With a "poof", Elder Xu, who had finally been awakened by the elixir, vomited out a mouthful of old blood and fainted immediately.

The face of the disciple who bumped into Elder Xu instantly turned pale.

Elder Xu, who fainted again, was quickly carried back to the cabin by the Moromen disciples. After another turmoil, several pills were fed to him again, which finally managed to stabilize Elder Xu's shaky mind.

Jiulian gently shook the folding fan in her hand, looking away from Sang Ying's hand holding the magic formula, pretending not to see what her apprentice had just done.

After the farce here was settled, people from the other sects began to discuss their return journey.

Baiping Island has announced the results of the sect competition, and they know very well that this outcome cannot be changed.

Even if the ten days are not up, even if there are still sects who are hiding their backup plans, they can only regret it while returning to Hidden Bird City under the guidance of the Cangyu Sect's ship.

At this moment, within the Cangyu Sect, the leader of the Jimo Sect was troubled by a troublesome matter.

"Are you sure you have found the remaining demonic energy in the formation?" The leader of the Jimo Sect looked at the young man in front of him. This was the junior he cared about the most, and the one he secretly designated as his successor.

It's not that Jimo Sect Master doesn't believe him, it's just that this matter is really important and he has to be more cautious.

The young man who was repeatedly asked about this matter was not annoyed at all. His eyes, which were very similar to those of the sect leader, showed a seriousness that Sang Ying had never seen before.

"Disciple will not joke with the sect master about this kind of thing. If this matter was not of great importance, the disciple would have gone back to retreat by now." Jimo Xuan's words were not polite, but the sect master did not feel angry at all after hearing this.

He knew his nephew's temperament, and the more his attitude was, the more serious the matter was.

The leader of the Jimo Sect couldn't help but his eyebrows jumped sharply. He vaguely felt that he seemed to be involved in some terrible conspiracy.

This matter should not have been discovered so quickly, and Jimo Xuan should have been stabbed in front of the sect leader.

Just because Jimo Xuan had ended the retreat ahead of schedule a few days ago due to an unsuccessful breakthrough, after hearing the news that Sang Ying and others had left Cang Yu Sect and headed to Baiping Island, he originally wanted to go with them.

But before leaving the sect, he accidentally bumped into an outer disciple who was bringing a cart of waste to be disposed of.

Jimo Xuan was usually a little rough on the outside, but he was still kind to others. Seeing that the outer disciple was struggling to move, he helped him out.

It happened to be such a group, but he happened to discover the secret hidden in the waste - a piece of gravel fell from the car, Jimo Xuan picked it up casually, but his attention was attracted by the broken formation engraved on it.

He quickly recognized that it was a stone belonging to the competition platform, and the formation on it was specially laid out by the master of the sect.

People from other sects probably only think that this formation is only used to restrain the spirit energy of those competing and protect the disciples watching the battle.

However, Jimo Xuan, who is an elite disciple of the inner sect, knows that the greatest function of the formation is to absorb the remaining spiritual energy of the monks and feed it back to the sect-protecting formation to maintain the operation of the sect's formation.

It's just that his good sister's sword energy was so overbearing that she destroyed the competition platform before the formation could begin to transform spiritual power.

Therefore, the spiritual energy of the first two monks still remains on this stone.

Or, it's more than just aura.

"Who do you think is responsible for this?" Jimo Sect Leader asked again.

"This matter has nothing to do with my sister!" After hearing the Jimo Sect Master's question, Jimo Xuan's first reaction was to excuse Sang Ying, "Her sword is extremely pure and strong, and she is not someone who would collude with evil ways."

Even though Sang Ying was the only monk who destroyed the competition platform, Jimo Xuan did not believe that the wisp of evil energy came from his sister.

Seeing his nephew's serious and serious expression, Jimo Sect Master sighed helplessly: "I know this matter has nothing to do with Sang Ying, you don't have to be so nervous."

If he really thought so, would he still ask Jimo Xuan for his opinion?

The leader of the Jimo clan was helpless and lamented that there were too few girls in their family, which made the younger generation in the family have no choice but to devote all their love to Sang Ying.

After hearing what the sect leader said, Jimo Xuan's tense expression relaxed: "My sister destroyed two competition platforms this time, one was when she was fighting against Moromen Su Fuyun, and the other was when she was fighting against Moromen Su Fuyun. During the battle at Menchiyan."

"Since there can't be any problem with my sister, then the one with the problem is naturally the Moromen."

Jimo Xuan's logic is very simple. As long as Sang Ying has no problems, then the one with problems is her enemy!

The leader of the Jimo Sect was choked by his nephew's simple thinking, but he had to admit that there seemed to be nothing wrong with his thinking.

But this alone cannot convict Moromon.

He was silent for a while and then said: "You should inform the family leaders about this first, and the people in the sect will keep it a secret for the time being. Then arrange a few trustworthy people to keep a close eye on the Moromen's courtyard. Now the sect is competing It's over, we just have to wait for them to come back before we can argue with them."

Jimo Xuan was not very satisfied with this result. But he also knew that the Moro Sect was a large sect after all, and it could not be brought down by a broken formation stone.

Fortunately, the leader of the Jimo Sect also agreed to him and could arrange for manpower to go to the Moromen's courtyard to keep an eye on it.

Jimo Xuan thought for a while and decided to send a message to his elder brother whom he had not seen for a long time and recruit some capable people from him.

He believed that there must be many secrets in Moromon that have not been discovered!

The news from Cangyu Sect soon spread to Rizhao City. Jimo Xuan could hide it from other people in the sect, but he would not hide such an important matter from his own relatives.

So, after hearing the news that Sang Ying and others won the first place in the sect competition, the Jimo family head and his wife were not happy for long, but the smiles on their faces froze because of this sudden news.

After reading the message in the communication talisman, the head of the Jimo family said to his son with a solemn face: "This matter is not trivial. Since A Xuan has spoken to you, you can pick a few good ones and send them to him.

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"Of course." Jimo Qing, who was more elegant than a few years ago, nodded in agreement, "Besides, I also want to go to Cang Yu Sect to have a look in person."

It concerns Sang Ying, and there is no guarantee that his sister will not be bitten by others.

Jimo Qing narrowed his eyes, and if he didn't say anything else, just based on the information he heard about Saint Su, he knew that she was not someone who would take the right path!

As an older brother, he should naturally show up in time to protect his sister when she needs him.

Sang Ying, who was unaware of all the undercurrents, was mingling among the fleet, waiting to return to Cangyu Sect to receive the honor that belongs to Wan Daosheng!

Not only Wan Daosheng, but also the monks from Taotie Sect and Foyin Temple could not hide their joy.

After several days of fighting, everyone relaxed a little, and now they gathered together in twos and threes and chatted.

This scene fell in the eyes of the Moromen disciples not far away, causing them to show angry expressions.

Chiyan refused to look further, as if he was worried that he could not restrain his jealousy. He only dared to cast a few glances at Wan Daosheng's ship before squeezing his way out of the way and returned to his bedroom.

Jing He saw his friend's expression in his eyes. He thought about it for a moment, then got up and followed him.

Chiyan didn't expect that Jinghe would follow him, but at least he was his friend, so he didn't say anything more, and the two of them entered the house tacitly.

"Are you okay now?" Chiyan pursed his lips and asked.

This monk, who was sharp and cold in front of outsiders, finally took off his guard in front of his friends and showed some softness.

Jing He was stunned by his question, but he quickly smiled and said, "I'm living a pretty good life. My family is an aristocratic family after all, and my parents can still give me some help."

This is of course a lie. If Jinghe's parents were really that capable, he would not be bullied by his peers.

Chiyan probably also guessed the truth, but he did not continue to ask, but told his friend: "Although I failed in this competition, the sect master once promised me that if I complete a big thing for the sect master, he can

Promise me a condition. Don't worry, I will definitely help you repair your spiritual roots!"

The affirmation in Chiyan's words made Jinghe feel frightened.

He had indeed wanted to ask this question for a long time, why was his spiritual root broken, but Chiyan, a person with mediocre qualifications, suddenly turned into a single-fire spiritual root?

Now that the other party had put his words in front of him, Jing He took the opportunity to speak: "Why are you so sure, and how did your spiritual roots become like this?"

"Don't ask these questions. In short, I will help you because of our past friendship. But you must keep this matter in your stomach and do not reveal it to outsiders."

Chiyan's tone was quite emotional: "This Moromon has too many secrets. It will not be good for you to know."

While the two were talking, the fleet had arrived at the port of Hidden Que City.

The noise from outside came in, making the two of them even more irritable.

"Why can't you tell me that the spiritual roots of monks are determined by heaven? If Moromen can give other people spiritual roots at will, can they also take away other people's spiritual roots at will? What on earth do you know?!" At this moment, Jing He

I couldn't bear it any longer.

He was eager to find an answer from his friend. He couldn't figure out why he, who was so talented, ended up in this situation.

"Stop asking, you shouldn't know about this." Chiyan pushed away Jinghe's extended hand, "You just need to remember that I will not leave you alone."

But Jinghe couldn't listen to this at all.

His eyes were red, and his mind was filled with the scenery of the past and the various things he was being bullied about now, and he was unwilling to accept it!

"Is it the sect master or Su Fuyun? Did they do something?" This was the only thing Jing He could guess.

Sure enough, Chiyan's expression changed.
To be continued...