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Not only the old man with his left arm, but also many cultivators from the Seven Sword Sects, as well as all the cultivators of the Danxian Sect, all had anger in their eyes.

"My Daoyang Sect disciple pays tribute to the deceased people he admires in his heart, and you still want your Sword Seven Sect to take care of it?"

Pharaoh immediately said in a cold voice.

"These people are mourning the dead?"

The old man with the left arm was a little surprised.

Pharaoh said coldly again: "Otherwise, what do you think? Tens of thousands of disciples greet you? Your Sword Seven Sect doesn't have such a big face!"

The old man with the left arm thought about it, and it was true, the Daoyang Sect would not be so disgusting to himself, and it was impossible to gather tens of thousands of disciples at once in such a short time.

On the side, the red-bearded old man sighed: "The old man has heard about Elder Zhou, but I didn't expect Elder Zhou to be so loved by the sect in your Daoyang Sect, his death is the misfortune of the Daoyang Sect!"

Chu Guo said that it was not small, but it was not big in the eyes of these big forces, and the news spread quickly, and the high-level leaders of the seven major sects in Ningyuan City all knew about it.

"Although Elder Zhou has a good status in the sect, he is far from being so loved!"

Pharaoh whispered.

"Oh?"

At this moment, the cultivators of both sects were a little surprised.

It's not Elder Zhou, who can have such a great appeal and make tens of thousands of disciples look like this after death.

The red-bearded old man spoke: "Which high-level ...... your sect?"

"It's the younger generation of my sect who are proud of their cultivators......"

Pharaoh whispered.

Hearing this, several people were even more shocked, the younger generation of cultivators could be so loved, could it be ......

"Murong Bai, the holy son of your sect, will not ......"

The old man with the right arm spoke in surprise.

Everyone looked at Pharaoh one after another, and in everyone's opinion, if there was one person among the younger generation of cultivators who could be so loved, the only person that everyone thought of was Murong Bai.

The three great heavens of the younger generation of the Chu State Immortal Cultivation Realm.

That Murong Bai, who ranked second, was only under the peerless Heavenly Proud Sword of the Seven Heavenly Sects of the Heavenly Spirit Root, and it could be said that among the younger generation, he was known as the only person who could compete with Sword Lingchen, so he naturally attracted much attention.

If Murong Bai died, then the other sects would naturally rejoice in their hearts, because such a peerless Tianjiao would be enough to change the pattern of the future Chu State's immortal cultivation realm.

"Don't guess, this disciple has just joined the sect for a year, but he is only thirteen years old, you must not understand, follow me in!"

Pharaoh didn't want to say more, so he said a word lightly and turned away.

Just a year into the sect?

But thirteen?

Everyone was stunned, how could a boy who had just joined the sect for a year but was only thirteen years old be loved by so many low-level disciples of the Daoyang Sect, this matter was simply incomprehensible.

They stopped thinking about it and followed Pharaoh.

Before the mountain gate.

At this moment, I saw Zhang Ji looking at the tens of thousands of white-clothed troops and saying: "Senior brothers and sisters, the boss has left us, here, we bow to the boss three times, let the boss go all the way!"

Everyone, nodded in unison.

Then, Zhang Ji turned his head, and was about to pay homage to the horizon when the pharaoh flew over.

"Little baby, why are you blocking the mountain gate?"

Pharaoh spoke.

"Senior, we want to pay homage to Senior Brother Liu for the last time here, so that Senior Brother Liu can go all the way!"

Zhang Ji opened his mouth with tears in his eyes.

"Good!"

Pharaoh whispered and nodded.

Immediately, he flew to the side and did not enter the mountain gate.

The people from the two factions flew over, and when they saw that the pharaoh did not enter, they were a little strange, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, why haven't you entered the sect yet?"

"These disciples want to send their senior brother on their last journey here, the heart of all people, the old man can't be violated!"

Pharaoh said lightly.

"Fa Dao friend, it's just a low-level disciple, why don't you want to sweep the face of my Sword Seven Sects?"

The old man with the left arm was furious in his heart, in his opinion, a low-level disciple was just dead, and now he was annoyed because of such a dead person who treated the Sword Seven Sect so rudely.

The pharaoh also said angrily: "You have face in the Seven Sword Sects, but my Daoyang Sect has no face?" This is a matter between juniors, the old man no longer asks, as a strong person in the foundation building period, don't you still want to rely on the elders to bully the young?"

"Leaning on the elders to bully the young, okay, let the juniors solve this matter!"

The old man with the left arm said in a colder voice, looked at the dozens of young disciples behind him, and did not call the three or more people to come out, but casually pointed out the five, and said: "You guys, go and solve this matter!"

"Yes!"

Each of these disciples who was pointed out was an eleventh layer cultivator in the Qi Refining Period, and one by one they walked out with a proud look on their faces.

After they walked out, one of them looked at the many low-level disciples of the Daoyang Sect: "We are the people of the Seven Sword Sects, you guys get out of the way quickly, we want to enter the sect!"

Seven Sword Sects!

When these tens of thousands of disciples heard this, their hearts shook.

The Seven Sword Sects are the first sect in the Chu Kingdom's immortal cultivation realm, with hundreds of thousands of disciples in the sect, and the only sect with the old monsters of the Yuan Infant Stage. Even the younger generation of disciples of the Sword Seven Sect were almost invincible compared to the disciples of other sects of the same level.

At present, these tens of thousands of disciples are all low-level disciples, most of them are below the fifth layer in the Qi refining period, a few have reached more than the fifth layer, and none of them have reached the tenth layer or above.

It can be said that at the moment, the disciples of the Seven Sword Sects, none of them are opponents of the person in front of them.

"We are going to worship our Senior Brother Liu here, we want to send him on his last journey, and I also ask the senior brother of the Sword Seven Sect to forgive me!"

Zhang Ji opened his mouth at this moment and said to the disciple of the Seven Sword Sects.

"Bastard, my Sword Seven Sects are the first immortal cultivator sect in the Chu Kingdom, and I am here today to give your sect face, you dog thing, you are so ignorant!"

Between the words, a sword qi in the cultivator's hand turned into a slap and swung out violently.

This time, it was directly slapped on Zhang Ji's face, and the blood in Zhang Ji's mouth spurted out and fell directly to the ground.

Everyone was angry in their hearts, but when they thought of the power of the Seven Sword Sects, they didn't dare to speak, and when everyone saw that the Pharaoh didn't speak, they thought that the Pharaoh was also afraid of the Seven Sword Sects, so they naturally didn't dare to say more.

Zhang Ji's gold-wire glasses were knocked off, and one side of his face was swollen, but he got up and said with a smile: "This senior brother, I'm sorry, please let us worship our senior brother Liu......"

"Smack!"

After another heavy slap, Zhang Ji was thrown out again, falling to the ground hard, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

And none of the tens of thousands of disciples dared to make a move.

"A bunch of trash, come, stand up, and say a few nice words!"

The disciple of the Seven Sword Sects opened his mouth and shouted.

Many disciples of the Seven Sword Sects, the old man with the left arm, the old man with the right arm, and even many people from the Danxian Sect, their eyes were full of disdain at this moment, and the Daoyang Sect, which was once the first of the Seven Sects, was now weak like this.

Pharaoh's face was ugly, and his heart was sad, this was the misfortune of the sect, not only because of the disciples, but also because the sect had been suppressed for many years. And now it's a matter between juniors, and he can't interfere at all.

The old man with the left arm looked at the pharaoh and sneered in his heart, don't you want to settle it between juniors? Now your Daoyang Sect is going to lose face.

Zhang Ji got up again and said: "I, Zhang Ji, am now old, only such a cultivator, it is indeed a waste, and I also ask the senior brother of the Sword Seven Sect to let me, a waste, finally give my senior brother Liu a ride......"

"Smack!"

slapped him hard again, and Zhang Ji was hit to the ground again.

Tens of thousands of low-level disciples were sad in their hearts, but as one of the leading figures, Zhang Ji was like this, what could they do.

The disciple of the Seven Sword Sects continued to speak: "A group of waste, what kind of bullshit Senior Brother Liu worships, when I look at this Senior Brother Liu, he is also a waste, a group of waste, holding a waste, it's ridiculous......"

And at this moment, an extremely cold voice sounded:

"You insult me, you can beat me, but you can't insult me Senior Brother Liu for half a point!"

Zhang Ji gritted his teeth and stood up again, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and in his red eyes, there was a monstrous chill at the moment.

He Zhang Ji, except for his brain, his cultivation qualifications are extremely poor, and he has not been appreciated by anyone in Daoyang Sect, until Liu Chen's appearance, only Liu Chen, since following Liu Chen, he has rediscovered the meaning of cultivation.

Liu Chen is Zhang Ji's faith, even heavier than Zhang Ji's own life.

At this moment, Zhang Ji broke out.

"Kill!"

Zhang Ji opened his mouth, controlled the treasure, and the whole person rushed directly towards the disciple of the Seven Sword Sects.

The disciple of the Sword Seven Sect has eleven embroidered on his chest, in the Sword Seven Sect, he is the eleventh powerhouse of the younger generation, and even an ordinary cultivator of the same level has to be respectful in the face of Sword Eleven on weekdays.

He didn't expect that in front of him, a cultivator who was no more than the fourth layer of the Qi refining stage would dare to make a move on himself!

And he, for the sake of himself, is not a dead man.

"It's ridiculous!"

Jian Eleven sneered and slapped Zhang Ji away again.

Jian Eleven said sarcastically: "A pathetic fellow, for the sake of a waste, dare to play with his life!"

Zhang Ji, I can't stand up.

"Don't insult my Senior Brother Liu!"

PHS was furious, and with his thin body, he rushed directly towards Sword Eleven.

He once left Fuyun Peak because of disappointment, in front of the mission hall, a sentence I want to go home to express my heart, he shed tears, it was Liu Chen, who made him regain the hope of cultivation, and it was Liu Chen who made him have a home again.

There is no willow dust, and there is no PHS now.

It's okay for others to insult him, but it's okay to insult Liu Chen!

That's the faith in his heart!

"Another one who came up to die, it's getting more and more interesting!"

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