As soon as Zhaoming Sword Monarch waved his sleeves, he was about to return to the cloud platform, but Yan Jun's leisurely voice came from behind him.

"Brother Zhaoming, just leave, okay?"

Zhaoming Sword Monarch turned around and looked at him coldly: "What do you mean?" ”

Yan Jun said: "We can't control the internal affairs of your Zixiao Sword Sect, but it is always a fact that you pretend to be Xu Zheng as another disciple and participate in the Lotus Platform Meeting. ”

Zhaoming Sword Monarch snorted: "He is also a disciple of my faction, and he has been married for less than one hundred and fifty years, why can't he participate in the meeting of the Lotus Terrace?" ”

"And what's his name?"

The corners of Zhaoming Jianjun's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say, isn't that kid also called Xu Zheng? But in this case, he is a scoundrel, he is a sword monarch in the end, how can he maintain a little demeanor.

Yan Jun said slowly: "The Zixiao Sword Sect has impersonated the Lotus Terrace Society, and this matter still needs to be discussed by the various sects. As the presiding officer of this Lotus Terrace Meeting, this seat thinks that this wind cannot last. The meeting of the lotus platform must be an absolutely fair battle. ”

"That's right," someone from the Zhenhua Immortal Sect stood up: "I mention yì, the Zixiao Sword Sect needs to pay many times the materials to compensate the major sects." ”

"Also, disqualify from the next Rentai meeting." The Netherworld Cult was added.

Almost no one objected, at most abstaining. Zhaoming Jianjun's heart was on fire, but he could only hold it. He has been arrogant for a long time on weekdays, and there are many people who fall into the ground, but now he himself has violated the rules and given the handle to others, what else?

"Since all the sects agree, then it is decided. The Zixiao Sword Sect needs to provide material compensation and cancel the qualification for the next Liantai meeting. As for how much materiel to compensate. We'll do it again. ”

Stomp on someone's face. Don't overstep on it. You have to save a little and step on it next time, Yan Jun understands this truth very well.

When Zhong Yuanying took the opportunity to step on his face, Lingyu's situation was very bad.

Xu Wei fell into the abyss, and she fell to the ground, silent.

Wei Wuyi was made angry by her self-depraved behavior, and wanted to shout and scold, but when she saw her like this, she couldn't scold anymore.

Good for a while. He sighed and crouched down, stretched up his sleeve, and wiped tears from her face. But no matter how he wiped it, the tears couldn't be stopped. For the first time in so many years, he saw Lingyu crying, he always hoped that she would look like a woman, but now he found that Lingyu like a tomboy is so rare, like a man with rough skin and thick flesh, and can never be defeated.

He finally had no choice: "Silly boy." You like that kid so much? ”

Lingyu didn't answer, she pressed her chest.

Over here. The pain is overwhelming.

I don't know if it's her hallucination, the pain is becoming more and more real, the blood is surging up from her chest, and her throat is sweet. Finally, she couldn't hold back the feeling of nausea and opened her mouth to spit it out.

Blood stained the sleeves of his coat red, and blood droplets fell from his cuffs and splashed on Lingyu's body.

Lingyu was still vomiting blood, and soon even her clothes were stained with blood.

Wei Wuyi's face changed suddenly: "Lingyu! He grabbed Lingyu's hand and pressed her vein, trying to use his true yuan to suppress her injuries.

But it didn't work, there was a treacherous force in it, and no one else was allowed to intervene.

Yang Zhenren hurriedly stepped forward, he Zhenyuan tried it, but quickly took it back.

"Don't waste your efforts."

"What?" Wei Wu looked at him in bewilderment.

"Concentric contract, this is the concentric contract."

Wei Wu was stunned. Concentric contract, this is not such a cold word, most monks know the existence of this soul contract, but this is indeed a cold soul contract, and few people will set it up.

He turned his gaze and looked at the Mingyuan under the lotus platform, where the Mingyuan Qi was surging, calm and leisurely. Just moments ago, a man had fallen there.

After a while, he pointed at Lingyu bitterly: "You, you stupid boy!" Can this kind of soul contract be established casually? ”

"Concentric deed?" Over there, Zhaoming Sword Monarch had already stepped on his face, and was about to go down to the lotus platform to dissipate his anger, but he heard this word.

He looked at the spirit jade in the vomiting blood, but what he remembered was Dayan City more than a hundred years ago.

That kid also vomited blood at that time, it turned out that it was not angry at all, but because of the concentric contract? He's hiding it so well!

His anger was uncontrollable again. I always thought that I had him firmly in my hands, but it turned out that from such an early start, I had a different heart! He only hated Xu Yi for choosing to commit suicide, and he couldn't torture him slowly!

Concentric contract, in addition to partners who are not concentric but need to contain each other, only men and women who are immersed in love and cannot extricate themselves will be established. Of course, Zhaoming Sword Monarch would not think that it was the former, even Wei Wuyi and Yang Zhenren.

The other party is dead, and he is also seriously injured, how many people are willing to stand up for such heavy consequences?

Wei Wuyi couldn't help but hate Xu Wei, knowing that he was in danger, he actually made such a soul contract with Lingyu?

The hematemesis finally stopped, and Lingyu was already dying. She only felt that her heart was empty, as if the qi of the abyss was gathering there, devouring her flesh and blood little by little.

She opened her eyes, slowly wiped the blood from her mouth, and staggered to her feet.

"Lingyu!" Wei Wuyi wanted to help, but was stopped by her eyes.

Lingyu slowly raised the corners of her mouth: "Master, I'm fine." ”

How can you say it's okay like this? Wei Wuyi only hated that he hadn't found out in advance, who would have thought that this apprentice, who was the most reassuring to him, would actually make such a big formation as soon as something happened?

This is Liantai, maybe I can erase the wounds on her body? This thought passed through Wei Wuyi's mind, and immediately dissipated. No, the prohibition of the lotus platform is very mysterious, and the reason why it is okay to die here is because the moment he came to power, the lotus platform preserved the true body of the monk, and the death of the fighting method was not the real death. However, the concentric deed is triggered, but it is the soul that is triggered, which is not among the forbidden preservation of the lotus platform.

Lingyu staggered a few steps and stopped, she looked ahead: "Zhaoming senior." ”

Zhaoming Jianjun couldn't get out in one breath, and was in anger, sneering: "What, you want to avenge him?" ”

"The younger generation is just a mere knot, why should the Zhaoming seniors provoke me?" Seems to admit defeat. The next sentence changed its meaning. "Again. Seniors have weak hearts? ”

"Weak heart?" Zhaoming Sword Monarch seemed to have heard something ridiculous, "With you? ”

Lingyu showed a smile, obviously very weak, but it made Zhaoming Jianjun feel a thorn in his back: "The juniors just think it's ridiculous, Zhaoming's seniors are so unconfident in Ling Sun, they need a puppet to deal with the robbery for him?" ”

"What does my Zixiao Sword Sect have to do with you?"

Lingyu continued to laugh: "Originally, it had nothing to do with me, but. You drove him to death. There was bitter hatred in her eyes, "What did he do wrong?" If it weren't for your interference, he might just be an ordinary disciple of the Extreme Yi Sect, spending this life in peace. However, because of that ridiculous doctrine of destiny, you deprived him of his qualifications as a normal person. The identity is not one's own, the appearance is not one's own, and even the name is humiliating. You regard Xu as a pearl, but you will be what Xu Zheng should carry. All pressed on him. Zhaoming predecessors, debts owed. It's all about paying it back! ”

The Yuanying Monk of the Extreme Intention Sect looked at his fellow disciples suspiciously: "What does this have to do with our Extreme Intention Sect?" ”

Another shook his head: "I don't know, maybe there's something inside?" If Zhaoming really did something, we can't suffer in vain. ”

Regardless of whether Xu Wei is a stand-in or not, his swordsmanship is obvious to all, this is a disciple who is enough to support the glory of the sect for thousands of years after he grows up, who doesn't want it?

Zhaoming Sword Monarch would not take the threat of a junior to take it seriously, he glanced at Yang Zhenren: "Be nosy, don't blame my subordinates for not being merciful!" ”

Wei Wuyi's face also changed, and he shouted: "Lingyu, don't talk nonsense. Although he hated Xu Shun, judging by his actions before committing suicide, he should have wanted to draw a clear line and let Zhaoming Sword Monarch not be angry with Lingyu. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is better to be less angry, or not to provoke Zhaoming Sword Monarch. Even if she has the protection of the sect, she can't hide in the sect for the rest of her life.

Lingyu turned a deaf ear and continued: "Zhaoming's predecessors have done so many things, doesn't they just want Xu Cheng to accept the mandate of heaven and deserve life and death? Then Xu Zheng won the praise he left behind and became a sword monarch on the spot. The predecessors made a good calculation and divided the Mandate of Heaven into two, the bad ones were taken over by Xu Zheng, and the good ones were taken over by Xu Zheng. However, the younger generation thinks that the seniors are afraid that their plans will be disappointed! ”

"Benjun's business, when will it be your junior's turn to beak as a junior?" Zhaoming Sword Monarch looked at her coldly, his expression proud.

Lingyu said lightly: "How can there be such a cheap thing in this world? You think you love Xu Zheng in a thousand ways, but have you ever asked him if he wants it? You have transferred the destiny of heaven, why not transfer his chance? Seniors might as well ask themselves, today's Xu Zheng may be compared with Xu Rui? The deity lost to the stand-in, and I called him a ......"

"Shut up!" This sentence poked at the sore spot of Zhaoming Sword Monarch. Over the years, Xu Zheng refused to return to the Zixiao Sword Sect, he looked at Xu Rui, who was getting stronger and stronger, and he didn't ask himself. But what else can I do when everything is done?

"Are you just trying to take advantage of your tongue? I don't have time to argue with your juniors about these idle things! Wait for you to become a baby, and then talk to Benjun! ”

Zhaoming Sword Monarch waved his sleeves and was about to return to the cloud platform of the Zixiao Sword Sect, when Lingyu shouted behind him: "The junior wants to make a bet with the senior!" ”

Zhaoming Sword Monarch didn't leave immediately, but just turned sideways: "What qualifications do you have to bet with Benjun?" ”

"What, don't Zhaoming seniors dare?" Without waiting for Zhaoming Sword Monarch to speak, Lingyu laughed mockingly, "Since the seniors don't have confidence in Xu Zheng, then the juniors won't mention Xu Zheng, so they will bet on the seniors themselves, how about it?" ”

Zhaoming Sword Monarch paused, and half-turned around in confusion.

Under his coercion, Lingyu stood firm and said word by word: "Two hundred years later, in the Lotus Terrace Society, if the younger generation cannot defeat the senior, it will fall into the abyss!" ”

"Lingyu!" Wei Wuyi's brows furrowed tightly, "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"Master, the apprentice is not talking nonsense." Lingyu's gaze, with incomparable determination, she turned back and continued to shout, "Zhaoming senior, do you dare? ”

Zhaoming Sword Monarch only felt a nameless fire burning from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He Xu Zhao, since he has become a sword king, when was he pointed at his nose like this and asked? Even if it was a Yuanying Monk, no one would dare!

He suppressed the fire in his heart and said coldly: "Benjun made a bet with your junior, wouldn't he lose his identity?" ”

Lingyu smiled contemptuously: "It turns out that the predecessors don't have confidence in themselves, no wonder, with such a good seedling as Xu Zheng, he has to find a puppet to deal with him in one more move." I really feel sad for Xu Zheng, if it weren't for you, maybe he would be the one standing on the lotus platform today. ”

"You-" The nameless fire finally burned his sanity, and Zhaoming Sword Monarch pointed at her, "Okay, Benjun wants to see it!" Even your master and ancestor don't dare to be presumptuous in front of Benjun, you are a little girl who hasn't even reached the Yuanying, where do you have the confidence to challenge Benjun! ”

Lingyu smiled: "Two hundred years later, the predecessors will naturally see it." By the way, don't be too anxious about the seniors, before the two hundred years have arrived, you will attack the juniors. Presumably so many colleagues are here to testify, Zhaoming's predecessors shouldn't have done such an ungraceful thing, right? ”

Wei Wuyi next to him listened to it, and was stunned for a while, this girl, this idea? Anger Zhaoming, this is indeed a good method, but two hundred years is too short, right? Since falling into the abyss, in front of so many people, saying such words is tantamount to making an oath, but it is not easy to repent......

Zhaoming Sword Monarch also discovered the verbal trap set by Lingyu at this time, and his anger was even more intense, but he had words first, staring at Lingyu and having nothing to say.

"If the seniors lose, the juniors don't ask the seniors to fall into the abyss, as long as they self-destruct and cultivate, they won't be out of the Zixiao Sword Sect for the rest of their lives, how about it?"

In this case, how could Zhaoming Jianjun say the word "bad"? He glared at Lingyu fiercely, waved his sleeves, and returned to the cloud platform of the Zixiao Sword Sect.

Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, a little unsteady, and could only call in a low voice: "Master......"

Wei Wuyi sighed, glanced at Yang Zhenren, waved his robe, wrapped the spirit jade in the light, and returned to his own cloud platform. (To be continued......)

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