After careful consideration and Chen Hengzhi's persuasion, Qiao Feng finally gave up his idea of ​​retreating and was willing to face reality calmly.

He decided to agree to Wuyazi's request to accept disciples, take him as his teacher, and take over as the head of Xiaoyao Sect.

When he made the decision to say it, he could see Wuyazi's face showing a gratified smile, and Chen Hengzhi nodded.

Wuyazi said: "Xinghe, drive these irrelevant people out and prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony."

Su Xinghe, who was standing beside him, replied: "Xinghe obeys the order."

He went out, took a few steps, bowed to the rest of the field and said loudly: "Everyone, this chess game has not been able to crack the master Zhenlong, so the chess game will end here. The sect has some internal affairs to deal with later, so it is not convenient to entertain, please come back."

"What? That's the end?"

"What are you doing? We came from afar and went back empty-handed?"

"A tiger's head and a tail! A tiger's head and a tail!"

Everyone was upset, especially those supporting roles, and thought that this chess would be just a joke.

Monk Xuannan put his hands together: "Amitabha! Since Mr. Congbian has other important things, I will say goodbye!"

Although he didn't know what happened, he didn't do anything and didn't worry about it, so he didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

Su Xinghe returned and said, "Master, please give me a gift!"

After healing his injuries, Duan Yanqing had basically stopped his injuries. He glanced at Jiumozhi coldly and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, Deng Baichuan said to the others: "Since the master does not welcome him, then let's leave too. We have to go to find the young master."

Although Bao Duan is good at making a fuss, he dare not speak back in front of Deng Baichuan, the eldest brother, and stood beside him honestly, not daring to speak out.

The few people decided for a while and agreed.

Deng Baichuan bowed to Su Xinghe and said, "Mr. Congbian, let's say goodbye!"

After saying that, the five people were about to leave.

Seeing Wang Yuyan leave, Duan Yu was completely distracted and ordered to his left and right: "Let's go too, go find your father."

It turned out that Duan Zhengchun ran to the Central Plains to meet his lover in private. His princess Dao Baifeng asked his son Duan Yu to take the four ministers to find him.

At this time, Chen Hengzhi's voice, standing in the distance, came: "Crown Prince Duan and Miss Wang, please stay first, I have something else to do."

Duan Yu was secretly happy when he heard this and couldn't help but replied loudly: "Oh, okay!"

He ordered the four ministers to wait for him in the nearby town, and then walked towards the three wooden houses.

When Wang Yuyan heard this, she looked surprised and couldn't help but look at Deng Baichuan with her eyes inquiring. Deng Baichuan thought for a while and whispered: "Miss Wang, this Mr. Chen asked you to stay. It must be something to tell me. Why don't you stay and see. Let's wait in the town at the foot of the mountain. What do you think?"

Wang Yuyan's eyes turned, and after a moment, she nodded.

When the other supporting players saw that the big men in the world had left, they looked at me and I could not help but scatter.

In the valley, only the irrelevant people were left with Jiumozhi and did not leave. He put his hands together: "Amitabha! Mr. Congbian spent a lot of effort to hold a chess meeting, but it ended with a slash. Could it be that he had already chosen the successor of the sect? I wonder who that person is? Can you please come out and meet!"

However, he had a deep inner strength and heard everyone's speeches a dozen feet apart, but he could only hear a little bit of a claw, and he felt curious and wanted to find out.

Chen Hengzhi looked at this monk and couldn't help but feel funny. He was looking for you but you came to your door by yourself, asking you to leave without leaving, and you can't blame others for your own death.

Thinking of this, he said, "Master Jiumozhi will not leave, but he wants to spy on other private affairs?"

Jiumozhi replied: "Mr. Congbian held a chess meeting to publicly choose his successor, but he made a private choice. They can tolerate such an unfair thing, but I can't stand it. I must give me an explanation."

He was very vocal and walked towards the wooden house as he spoke.

Chen Hengzhi reached out and grabbed Jiumozhi several feet away. A golden true energy hand came out of his body. With lightning speed, before everyone could react, he grabbed Jiumozhi and pulled it backwards and pulled it closer.

Tap a few times on Jiumozhi, sealing his skills, throwing it to the ground, bounced his sleeves and said, "Since you don't want to leave, then don't leave."

Jiumozhi, who was listless on the ground, was dizzy. He only felt his eyes lit up and a great sense of horror in his heart. However, before his body could react, he was captured and fell into a prisoner.

The rest of the people in the field just saw a flash in front of them. The monks who were several feet away appeared in front of them like teleportation and appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.

After hearing what Chen Hengzhi said, he realized that he had taken action to capture him. However, this was too terrifying. What kind of strength is required to stand still and capture someone six or seven feet away to his side.

Wang Yuyan frowned and thought about the martial arts of various sects in her mind. It seemed that no martial arts of any sect had such shocking power.

Only Wuyazi's eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "Friend Chen, I am ashamed of being good at Kung Fu. Fellow Daoist is afraid he is about to break through to the Grand Master Realm, right?"

The eyes are full of envy. A master, what is a master? Only when you can understand the artistic conception and create a master who can pass on the magical skills that can be passed down from generation to generation can you be respected as a master.

As far as Wuyazi knows, in this world, since the older generation of masters withered, no master-level powerhouse has been heard in the past decades.

Chen Hengzhi said modestly: "Fellow Taoist has been too rewarded. Chen is just one step ahead, and he is still far from the level of the master."

In fact, he was still one last step away from the level of the second-level master in the middle stage of the second-level mortal dynasty. His magical skills were easy to create, but the artistic conception stumped him. After all, he had never been exposed to such a high-end thing since he practiced martial arts. It was difficult to make things happen out of nothing.

Of course, if the talent of "none in ten thousand" was still there during the first world mission, it would be simple. You can learn it without a teacher in a minute and understand the existence of artistic conception.

Unfortunately, that was just a temporary skill. After the "Swordsmanship" world was taken back by the system. In desperation, I had to slowly get it. What if one day I understand it.

Wuyazi nodded, not knowing whether he really believed it or was polite, and asked, "Why did fellow Taoist keep this monk? Is this monk also an unforgivable person?"

Chen Hengzhi shook his head: "This monk is named Jiumozhi. He was born in the Nyingma Sect of Tibetan Buddhism. He swept the black religion in Tubo, and was influential to the western frontier. He was appointed as the national teacher by the Tubo king.

It’s a pity that this person is obsessed with martial arts and is used by others to make trouble for the Central Plains.

Moreover, he was proficient in the "Little Wuxiang Gong" of the noble sect, so Chen captured this person and handed it over to a fellow Taoist."

Wuyazi was still listening with relish at first, but at the end, his face changed drastically: "What, Xiao Wuxianggong?"
Chapter completed!