Chapter 185

The speaker is a Kunlun sect disciple. In the first half of the Dao war, his record was quite good. As a result, he was delayed for two days after meeting these people the day before yesterday. Now it seems that it is very difficult to enter the forefront, so it is inevitable to be angry.

What he said was the voice of many people, but no one spoke as directly as he did.

Nine green mountain disciples, including Yao Songshan, looked at him with sharp eyes, like a real sword.

The Kunlun disciple suddenly remembered the mantra of the Qingshan sword sect, and his body was suddenly cold.

He even felt that these eyes were colder than the wind in the canyon, and subconsciously stopped his mouth.

"Want to bully?"

Two disciples of Xihai sword sect came out of the crowd and said, "is this Kunlun Taoist brother wrong?"

Yao Songshan narrowed his eyes slightly, his clothes vibrated slightly, and the sword idea was about to come out. The other green mountain disciples were also ready to use the sword. This is not a matter of bullying, nor is it a time to argue. Although they do not agree with Jing Jiu's opinion, how can the disciples of other sects and teachers bear the insult?

At this time, Bai had already spoken.

She looked at Xiang Jingjiu and said, "Xishanju answered and rejected your request. The tone is very strict. There may be problems afterwards."

To put it mildly, Jing Jiu's behavior is disorderly. To put it more seriously, he deliberately destroys the grand meeting once a few years in the spiritual world.

Even if he gets the first place in the Dao war, he should be severely punished afterwards.

Bai Zao really didn't expect that Jing Jiu wanted to leave the snow field with so many people.

Facing the unknown danger, not to face it together, but to escape?

These are two completely opposite types to elder martial brother.

According to the truth, Bai should have despised such behavior, but she always felt that Jing Jiu was not such a person, so she was just confused and confused.

Well nine said: "I know they won't agree, because I have no evidence, only feeling, so I just ask."

The disciple of Xihai sword sect said in a deep voice, "are we going to listen to this crazy talk?"

With these words, he put away his sword bag and walked to the canyon with the same door.

Many young disciples also got up and thought that they had been inexplicably delayed for such a long time. Many people couldn't help looking at Jing Jiu when they left.

Even if I dare not scold you, can I look at you?

Well nine seemed not to feel the meaning in these eyes and said, "green mountain disciples listen to orders."

Hearing this, the young practitioners in the canyon looked slightly awe inspiring and thought that Xishanju disagreed with you. Do you dare to forcibly stop us?

The green mountain disciples were also surprised. They stood in front of him according to their words.

Jing Jiu ignored other young practitioners, looked at them and said, "stay and be ready to leave at any time."

Looking at this picture, Bai Zao's mood is a little complicated. He thought that no wonder you don't care about the reply of Xishanju. It turns out that you just want to take the disciples of Qingshan sect back.

From the beginning to the present, the route designed by Jing Jiu is to gather these ten teams together, because there are green mountain disciples in these teams.

He never thought about anything else.

The green mountain disciples were surprised and puzzled. They thought that the teachers had rejected it. Why did they leave?

The Kunlun disciple had returned to his senses. Thinking of the timidity in his heart earlier, he was a little ashamed and said sarcastically, "it turns out that the green mountain disciples are also afraid of death?"

The green mountain disciples looked at him with colder eyes.

The Kunlun disciple was afraid, but looking at the fellow practitioners around him, he summoned up his courage and said, "what's the matter? Dare to do but dare not let people say? "

The green mountain disciples' faces were ugly and their inner emotions were extremely complex.

What if they really stay and leave later?

When did the green mountain disciple become the weak one who avoided the war?

The two forgetting peak disciples named Lei Yijing were a little angry. They looked at Jing Jiu and said, "well... Martial uncle, do you think there is a great danger ahead?"

Well nine said, "yes, that's not the danger you young disciples can bear."

The disciples of liangqiaofeng had a very poor impression of Jing Jiu.

This time Jingjiu won the first place in the Dao war, which changed Lei Yijing's idea. Listening to this, he couldn't help but have a strong resistance.

"Practitioners either die of old age or die in the north. These are the two most common ways to return for thousands of years."

Lei Yijing said in a deep voice, "when I joined the two forgetting peaks, I chose the latter. What's the fear of danger? Please help me! "

"Yes, it was a test."

Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and said, "the test of life and death is the true meaning of Taoist war. Only in this way can the Taoist heart be really quiet."

Well nine said, "in my opinion, Tao war is meaningless."

Listening to this, Ben became silent in the noisy canyon.

Bai Zao is not sure what he heard.

Yin qingmo and other six young practitioners were with Jing Jiu from the beginning and were most convinced of him.

Even if well nine caused public anger, they still stood behind well nine and Bai Zao in silence.

But when they heard this, they looked a little uneasy.

This sentence of Jing Jiu directly denied the intention of those spiritual legends to create the plum blossom club.

"The purpose of practice is to live forever. Death and life is the only major event. It needs to be feared and used to test casually. That is disrespect."

Well nine said: "and whether the Taoist heart is quiet or not lies in introspection, which has nothing to do with foreign things."

The Kunlun disciple felt that he was simply a madman and could not communicate at all.

Many young practitioners also shook their heads silently and prepared to leave one after another.

Lei Yijing could no longer control his emotions and said to Jing Jiu, "martial uncle, I'm sorry I can't obey."

With these words, he turned and walked into the canyon.

The other green mountain disciples looked at Jing Jiu with some hesitation and didn't know what to do.

Now there are different voices among the green mountain disciples. What will Jing Jiu do?

Bai Zao gave him a worried look.

Looking at Lei Yijing's back, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and then raised his right hand.

The iron sword came out of the cloth, turned into a black light and fell towards Lei Yijing.

There was a cry in the canyon.

Lei Yijing felt the dark sword behind him, subconsciously summoned the flying sword and greeted him.

He is worthy of being an excellent disciple of liangforgetting peak. He is very timely in both reaction speed and sword speed.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The two sword lights pass through the cliff at high speed and collide constantly. The generated air wave brings countless snow debris. The powerful sword meaning directly invades the cliff, and the rocks rustle and fall.

In an instant, the sword battle was divided.

There was a dull bang.

Lei Yijing hit the cliff heavily and then slipped to the ground.

The flying sword came back to him and hung in the air, making a buzzing sound.

Lei Yijing's lips overflowed with blood, and his eyes were at a loss.

Only then did he know what had happened.

If he had known it was Jing Jiu's sword, he wouldn't dare to return it at all.

The green mountain disciples were surprised. They hurried to the cliff side, picked up Lei Yijing and confirmed that he was not seriously injured.

A famous young disciple from liangforgetting peak was unable to suppress his grievances. Wang Xiangjing said, "martial uncle! Why did you do that? "

The other green mountain disciples were also angry.

Obviously, Jing Jiu's intention is not to allow Lei Yijing to leave, so he doesn't hesitate to send a sword to Lei Yijing.

Well nine looked at the green mountain disciples and said, "you too. There's nothing I can't obey, because I won't forgive."

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No, you can't go.

Well nine's approach is very tough and completely unreasonable.

Of course, the green mountain disciples are not satisfied.

After many years of hard practice, they finally got the qualification through the sword test meeting and could participate in the Taoist war on behalf of Castle Peak. However, before they can show their edge, they will be forcibly driven away. Who can be reconciled? And this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is the reputation of qingshanzong. Will it be damaged because of them?

If they really listen to Jing Jiu and withdraw from the Taoist war today, Qingshan sect will become a laughing stock in the practice world.

The question is, what can they do if they disagree?

Jing Jiu is young. It takes him less time to enter the Mountain Gate than them, but he is the martial uncle of Shenmo peak after all.

Do they dare to draw their swords against each other?

Thinking of this possible picture, the hands of the green mountain disciples trembled slightly.

Yao Songshan stared at them and shouted in a deep voice, "do you dare to commit the following crimes? Do you want to go to Shangde peak and be punished by ten thousand swords through the heart! "

Those green mountain disciples bowed their heads and were speechless. Of course, they didn't dare to put out their swords to Jing Jiu. They just felt that Haosheng was wronged and disappointed.

"I didn't expect to see the good play of the green mountain sword sect against each other."

The Xihai sword sect disciple laughed and said, "Oh, no, I'm wrong. It should be the martial uncle who is afraid of death who taught the shameful martial nephews."

Well nine took a look at the man.

Bai Zao didn't know well. He knew he didn't have time to say anything to stop him. He didn't hesitate to sacrifice a magic weapon.

The sleeves broke through the cold wind, and a magic weapon appeared in front of the cliff. It was about the size of a wine cup and shaped like the Qingxin bell of the hanging bell sect.

The magic weapon grows in the wind and becomes a small bell in an instant. It is green and black and has a deep color. It seems to be cast by bronze, but there are countless dark lights flowing on the surface, which has an indescribable beauty and authority.

"Streamer clock!"

Several exclamations rang out in the crowd.

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