"Zigui, I believe that there is nothing in this world that can be difficult for you, please also believe me, Emperor Xiaoxiao will not let himself become someone else's oil bottle at any time, right, there will be a little white face to invite you to Chilian Hall to discuss matters, that is a trap, you can't go, continue to maintain your cold and tall image of the sect leader, I don't want to quarrel with you because of this kind of thing!" Seeing the familiar eyes revealed in the cold mask, Di Xiaoxiao knew that he was not worried about her who was now weaker.

But the weaker she is, the more she needs combat experience, when does she need others to worry about it? She wants Zigui to rest assured of her as always, and she wants him to know that she Emperor Xiaoxiao is always that powerful and powerful invincible martial god.

The divine sense was wide open, and the seven elders in the Red Lian Hall were working hard to perfect and strengthen the chain formation they had spent three days and three nights building, and she thought that she needed to remind Han Zigui, lest this nerd's sympathy be overflowing and be deceived.

Sure enough, after a while, a man with a beautiful face came in tremblingly, and without looking at him, he knelt down on one knee in front of him.

"Sect Master, the Seven Great Elders invite you to the Red Lian Hall to discuss matters" He really didn't want to come over, he Lei Yitian had stayed up for so many years and finally got mixed up with the helmsman, was it easy for him?

It was rare to come to the chief helm to report on the work, but it was so unfortunate that he was arranged by the seven elders to lead the sect master into the trap they designed, innocent and pitiful.

You know, this is the kind of dangerous thing that will die without a place to be buried if you are not careful, and it is said that wealth and wealth are in danger, but he doesn't want to take this kind of risk at all.

His cultivation talent in the Xuanming Sect is not high, and his ability to mix with the identity of the helmsman is completely dependent on the appearance of the little white face and a sharp mouth that can bring the dead to life.

Unexpectedly, one day, this face of his would also bring such a disaster to him, and the seven elders saw that his face was tender and pulled him into their Red Training Hall, coercing and enticing him to help them complete this impossible task.

He wanted to leave, but he was really reluctant to give up the results of these years in teaching, and he felt that he was being targeted when he came out of Chilian Hall, so he had to bite the bullet and take one step at a time.

He was really scared in his heart, and he was still in awe of this legendary sect leader who didn't often come forward but was unfathomable.

So he didn't even look at Han Zigui's face with a cold Xuantie, so he knelt down on one knee with a puff and reported.

"Tell them to come here and tell them that I am the leader of the Xuanming Sect. In addition, pass on my order to let all the disciples of the current sect gather here" On that day, many people in his Jianyì sect agreed, and he guessed that most of them were faintly looking forward to it in their hearts.

They still have a good side in their hearts, they also hate killing, they hate bloody looting, they hate being angry all over their bodies, and they don't want to end up becoming ugly monsters like a few elders.

This kind of panicked days can't be delayed for too long, even Xiao Xiao believes in him so much, he should also believe in her.

"This? yes!" Han Zigui just said in a faint tone, and he was born with a powerful coercion like a god, like a king who rules the world.

Although he was afraid of the cruelty of the Seven Elders, Lei Yitian didn't want to offend Han Zigui's king-like holy strictness.

Lei Yitian was active, and figured out that the efficiency of this work was surprisingly high, and soon thousands of people from the Xuanming Sect crowded into Han Zigui's Xuanming Temple, and the people with each rudder as the unit were neatly listed in front of Han Zigui first, and it was Lei Yitian who took the lead.

After half a pillar of incense, the seven elders appeared one by one, and Han Zigui just let Emperor Xiaoxiao pull his sleeves, his hands behind his waist, his posture was straight, releasing the cold air that belonged to the night, and he waited patiently and ruthlessly for all the members of the Xuanming Sect to arrive.

"Do the elders have made up their minds about the sect leader's mention a few days ago? Don't delay any longer, there are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in the people, in the end, am I the leader of this Xuanming Sect, or are you a few of you? Today, those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me die, and I will never be a generation that oppresses people with power at night, and those who do not accept it can come to challenge" Dressed in a black and red robe without wind and automatic, Han Zigui at this moment is as noble as a natural arrogant monarch, and his majesty is infinite.

A powerful momentum poured out, and he drove Emperor Xiaoxiao to rise out of thin air, if it weren't for the fact that the main hall had a roof, they all suspected that he would fly up to the Nine Heavens like a celestial.

Reigning in the world, this temperament makes people can't help but be impressed by it, and makes people feel surrendered, as if he is the king in charge of a qiē.

"I, Lei Yitian, am from the Firmament Helm and am now the Firmament Helm Master. I am willing to lead my disciples and swear allegiance to the Night Sect Master" This person, thin and weak, with a somewhat pale face, was Lei Yitian, who was trembling when he knelt in front of Han Zigui just now.

It's just that at this moment, he is no longer seen to be timid and cowardly, in fact, he has been deliberately hiding his strength, and he is not conspicuous in the sect, in fact, his cultivation talent is acceptable, but he feels that the cultivation laws of the Xuanming Sect are not suitable for him, so he conceals his potential.

Now that he was planning to break the kettle and swear to follow the night, he tore off his disguise.

"Lei Yitian, you, hmph! Since the sect leader you said so, then we don't talk darkly, the old man is the fifth elder of the Xuanming Sect. You are the sect leader, I have no objection, but now you want my Xuanming Sect disciples to wash away the evil qi that **** has worked hard to cultivate, and change to your supreme kung fu that I don't know what signs are still there, please forgive the old man for being difficult to obey. I heard that the martial arts of the Sect Master of the Night Night were world-famous, and on the same day, he killed the former sect leader of our sect Yun Youhai with one palm. Unfortunately, the old man was in retreat that day and missed the demeanor of the sect leader, and they said how powerful the sect leader was, but the old man didn't believe it. In this way, the old man dared to ask the sect leader for a trick. If the sect leader stands still and blocks the old man's attack with the power of one palm, then the old man will be convinced for you to drive, if you can't, please don't interfere in the affairs of the sect at will, you can still be your night leader. Seeing Lei Yitian's appearance, the seven elders were very angry in their hearts, they couldn't wait to directly break the kid who saw the wind and steered the rudder into pieces, but at this moment, the cold aura of the night shrouded them, so that they didn't dare to do it at will.

With a cold snort, one of the middle-aged men with a cold temperament and a fairly normal appearance walked out.

He was carrying two swords, his expression was lonely and high, and his whole body was shrouded in black aura, like a sharp unsheathed sword