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After the Xiqiang League and the monks who followed them to the Holy Maiden Peak left, the huge Holy Maiden Peak became deserted again.

Even if you count Elder Wu, Elder Duan and the others who came to help, there are only seventy or eighty monks including Nan Xin.

Those foundation building period monks and qi refining stage monks of the Holy Maiden Peak were cleaning up the battlefield at the moment, cleaning up the messy peaks.

Some of the houses on the Virgin Peak have also been affected and have received some degree of damage, and they also need to arrange for special people to repair them.

And the eleven Jindan period monks, including Li Sen and Zhong Jiu, came to the Southern Xinjiang Hall one after another, and their faces were quite serious and even heavy.

There were no seats in the main hall, and they were usually standing during deliberations. During the sacrifice, some futons are distributed to make people meditate cross-legged and take a break.

But at this moment, even if the futons were neatly placed aside, no one sat down at all.

There wasn't even anyone to talk to, and the atmosphere was unusually depressing.

Everyone stood there silently, not knowing what they were thinking, and they didn't seem to know how to speak in this situation.

What is more similar is that when everyone's eyes swept towards Zhong Jiu, they would frown slightly, showing a trace of displeasure more or less.

At least, the most obvious expression of this displeasure is Nan Xin.

In the end, it was Nan Xin who was the first to speak, and it was Nan Xin who broke the silence.

Nan Xin put his hands on his waist, revealing a look of asking for guilt.

"Senior Sister Zhong, you just stabbed the Young Alliance Master of the Xiqiang League, but it is really beautiful and happy!"

Faced with Nan Xin's words, Zhong Jiu hugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

Her chest was originally quite majestic, but at this moment, she hugged her shoulders, which was even more prominent, and a black robe was about to explode from there.

Some male elders in southern Xinjiang who were not determined enough couldn't help but glance there.

Despite this, Zhong Jiu didn't care about the gazes of those male elders, it seemed that for her, it was already a thing to be used to her proud figure being peeped at.

It's like she was questioned and questioned by Nan Xin just now.

"My good junior sister, the Xiqiang League came here with great momentum this time, looking like they were about to be devoured alive and skinned the Holy Maiden Peak, didn't you see it? Among them, Zhu Shuo screamed the most vicious and loud! Sister, I wanted to kill him for a long time, but I never found the opportunity. Fortunately, not long ago, with the help of Li Sen, a good hand, he was killed with one blow. ”

Speaking of which, this tall and beautiful woman with a 'great heart' also raised her eyebrows and glanced at Li Sen. It seems to indicate that Li Sen did a good job just now, and she is very satisfied.

But Nan Xin was very dissatisfied, and his brows furrowed: "What does it mean that Master helps you? Even if you don't make a move, Master and his old man will clean up that Zhu Shuo, and it will be a matter of three or two." You're clearly going too far, and you're meddling in one hand!"

When Zhong Jiu heard this, he sneered twice.

"Hehe, my good junior sister, my sister knows what you are planning. You just want to use Li Sen's identity as a monk of the Gathering Star Merchant Alliance to involve the Gathering Star Merchant Alliance in order to balance the power of the Xiqiang Alliance. Let me tell you, the Holy Maiden Peak has been the master of Southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, it was, it is, and it will still be in the future! There is no need to rely on any external force at all! If Li Sen had killed Zhu Shuo just now, I am afraid that it would not be the Xiqiang League and our Holy Maiden Peak, but the contradiction between the Xiqiang League and the Gathering Star Business Alliance. ”

Speaking of this, Zhong Jiu paused, and then said lightly: "I know that you have been in the Gathering Star Business Alliance for more than ten years, and you may have some connections there. But after all, the Gathering Stars Business Alliance is the Gathering Stars Business Alliance, so it's better not to be too involved with the monks of our southern Xinjiang lineage. ”

As soon as these words came out, Nan Xinden was angry, and his originally fair and pretty face became flushed because of anger.

But after Elder Duan and Elder Wu glanced at each other, they both nodded secretly, with a look of approval on their faces.

Elder Duan coughed lightly and said, "What Senior Nephew Zhong said is good, we Southern Xinjiang cultivators have the ability to solve the affairs of Southern Xinjiang, so we won't bother outsiders to help." ”

"Elder Duan, Zhong Jiu is talking nonsense, why are you also blindly involved?"

Nan Xin protested and said, "Master's help has nothing to do with the Gathering Stars Business Alliance. The master and his old man also said that this time it was because of the righteousness of the master-apprentice relationship. I was so happy in my heart, and I didn't even think about using the power of the Gathering Star Alliance. Although I have been there for more than ten years, there are very few monks who are really good, and besides, the Shang Alliance is obviously the power lord who takes money to do things, we are remote and poor here, where will we enter the eyes of the Gathering Star Business Alliance?"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the audience fell silent.

Zhong Jiu laughed loudly: "Senior sister, senior sister, what do you say, what is the remote and poor land of southern Xinjiang? This is the place where you were born and the place where you were born and raised. You are now a saint of southern Xinjiang, is it possible that as a saint of southern Xinjiang, deep down in your heart you still dislike the land of southern Xinjiang?"

"I ...... I was in a hurry and said the wrong thing. Nan Xin was slightly stunned, and after explaining a little, he found that Elder Duan and Elder Wu, the two Southern Xinjiang cultivators who had always supported him, didn't look at him at the moment, and seemed to deliberately look away from Nan Xin. And judging from the looks of these two people, they are both serious and indifferent.

Nan Xin knew very well that his words and deeds just now had chilled the hearts of these two Southern Xinjiang elders. Rao is her face was full of self-blame, but it was to no avail.

She was remorseful and hateful, angry and anxious, but at the moment, no one paid attention to her at all, only Zhong Jiu's continuous sneer in the audience.

But at this moment, a quiet and peaceful man's voice slowly sounded in the field.

Although what Nan Xin said just now is a bit rude, there is still some truth. The land of southern Xinjiang is indeed remote in the Yuanyang Continent, and there are very few spiritual veins and weak spiritual energy. In all directions, I am afraid that it is only slightly better than the Mobei region in the north of Jin and Yan. Even compared with the Wu State in charge of Li, it is much inferior. ”

After a pause, Li Sen glanced at Elder Duan and Elder Wu calmly.

"At least, there are no less than 100 Jindan stage monks in my Wu Kingdom, and there are also a few Yuan Infant stage monks. Where is it like in southern Xinjiang, where a newly promoted Yuan Infant Great Monk can make a storm all over the city, and the chickens and dogs are restless?"

Although Li Sen's tone seemed extremely calm, the meaning in his words was not peaceful at all, and even a little sharp.

When Elder Duan heard this, he was still calm, but Elder Wu suddenly rolled his old eyes and said angrily: "Li Sen, you can't deceive me in Southern Xinjiang!?"

"It's not that there is no one in southern Xinjiang, but there are not a few people left. ”

In the face of Elder Wu's accusation, Li Sen stared at Elder Wu's eyes unceremoniously, and then said in a deep voice: "From five hundred years ago to fifty years ago, the land of Southern Xinjiang was still famous and dominant. Why? Because the saint of the previous generation was not only a great monk of the Yuan Infant Stage, but also a powerful existence among the monks of the Yuan Infant Period! Not only did she have the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant Period, but she also had a 'Golden Cicada Gu King' by her side who gave all the monks of the same rank a headache! At that time, the land of southern Xinjiang could be called an iron plate under her iron fist, and her combat power was strong. The power is almost no less than the three strongest cultivation sects in the Yuanyang Continent. ”

Speaking of this, Li Sen suddenly changed his words and said lightly: "But what about now? After the fall of the previous generation of saintesses, there was also a monk in this southern Xinjiang who was famous for the Yuanyang Continent? No. Not only that, but the entire southern Xinjiang is still divided internally, where there are people vying for fame and fortune, and everywhere there are people who are fighting for strength and ruthlessness. There is a problem with what Li said? Is there a mistake?"

After these words were spoken, there was silence in the audience.

After Li Sen saw the silence in the field, he finally sneered: "Not to mention anything else, just the land of Southern Xinjiang should be united and ironclad, inherit the will of the previous generation of saints, and carry forward the saint's peak in southern Xinjiang again, has begun to openly fight." With all due respect, today's southern Xinjiang is disturbed and chaotic, and there are few resources and scarce spiritual veins, so there is no use value at all, and there is nothing for my Gathering Star Business Alliance to covet. Even, Mo said that the Gathering Star Business Alliance, which has more than a dozen Yuan Infant Stage Great Cultivators and hundreds of Jindan Stage Ancestors, can't even look down on me, the Governor of Wu State, who is subordinate to the District Business Alliance. ”

When Elder Wu and Elder Duan heard this, their mouths couldn't help but open one after another, and they were about to say something.

But Li Sen said coldly: "I know what you want to say. But Li also told you the truth, if it weren't for Nan Xin here today, Li would probably have turned around and left a long time ago, and he wouldn't have interfered in this matter at all. Don't overestimate yourself, I know that in the face of the advance of the Xiqiang Alliance, you have long been prepared to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and even the various prohibitions on the Holy Maiden Peak are also ready. But in fact, these ancient and obsolete prohibitions have very limited effect on a Yuan Infant Great Monk. What really forced Zhu Yu back today was the 'Golden Cicada King Gu Yuan Shen' left by the previous generation of saints. Now that this primordial god has also been destroyed, the Holy Maiden Peak can be said to be helpless, after Zhu Yu makes a comeback in the coming day, how are you going to deal with it?"

Speaking of this, Li Sen glanced at the ten Jindan Stage Cultivators in the field: "At this moment, this matter is the most important thing for you to prioritize. Instead of following the girl Zhong Jiu, who is not too big of a deal, to criticize his own saint daughter together, right?"

Hearing this, the monks in the audience couldn't help but be stunned, as if they didn't expect Li Sen to finally turn the topic back here.

But after they thought about it for a while, they couldn't help but show a look of shame, as if they felt that although Li Sen's words were a little harsh and ugly, they were indeed reasonable.

Today, everyone has just joined hands to repel a strong enemy, and it is time to discuss how to join forces to resist the enemy in the next step, how can they inexplicably turn the spearhead and attack their own people?

Thousands of miles of embankment, destroyed in the anthill. Sometimes the most terrible thing is not how strong the enemy is, but the mutual suspicion of one's own people.