The people who came to the Iron Sword Gate this time from the Jinding Sect not only included the core elders and personal disciples of the sect, but also the outstanding inner disciples who brought a few people. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, although these inner disciples are excellent, they are far from the disciples of the personal lineage, and the purpose of bringing them with them this time is to open their eyes and increase their knowledge, which can be regarded as a small cultivation.

Naturally, the Jinding Sect didn't pay too much attention to the few inner disciples they brought, they simply followed, sightseeing and sightseeing, and other than that, they didn't have anything else at all.

The Jinding Sect's plans and arrangements for the Iron Sword Gate this time, the few inner disciples who followed did not participate in the slightest, let alone know in advance. Therefore, when they saw that the Jinding Gate and the Iron Sword Gate were actually engaged in a life-and-death battle, and the Jinding Gate sent the strongest Jin Yong as soon as they came up, they exclaimed.

Next, Jin Yong defeated Dong Dangshi and Liu Wei in a row, and even made several unaware inner disciples cheer, and the sense of honor and pride of the sect exploded.

It's just that not all the inner disciples who followed were like this, and the tragedy and cruelty of the life-and-death battle made several of them feel a shock, and the excitement for the victory of the Jinding Gate was not so strong.

"Senior Brother Jin Yong is very powerful, but it's not that he is too ruthless......"

Standing among the several inner disciples of the Jinding Sect, Ziwei listened to everyone's excited discussions, and couldn't help but say this. As she spoke, she looked at the Iron Sword Gate with a slightly pale face.

Naturally, all I saw were the angry, shameful, and hostile eyes of the people in the Iron Sword Gate, but Ziwei couldn't help but think of Liu Wei, who was carried down for treatment not long ago.

When Dong Dangshi was seriously injured in Jin Yong's hands, Ziwei's feeling was not so strong, and she was more excited about the victory of Jindingmen. But when Liu Wei, who was also a woman, was also seriously injured by Jin Yong mercilessly, Ziwei felt a huge impact on her heart.

Ziwei's mind could never forget the figure of Liu Wei flying out upside down. The closed eyes and lips, the splashing blood, this scene made Ziwei, who had not experienced too much blood, shudder, she didn't dare to imagine what kind of reaction she would have if she had to face this kind of ending one day.

Undoubtedly, Ziwei's sincere words that couldn't help blurting out were a little out of place, and they were also quite disappointing. For a while, several inner disciples all cast displeased glances at Ziwei. It's just that they think Ziwei is a woman, and it's not too difficult.

However, Zi Mi next to Ziwei snorted and said: "This is a life and death fight, if you don't use heavy hands, can't you wait for the people of the Iron Sword Gate to make a heavy hand?" Or do you think it is better for the people of the Jinding Gate to be injured than the people of the Iron Sword Gate?"

Zi Mi's words are not polite at all, especially since he is still Ziwei's cousin. Ziwei knew that this was Zimi's cautious temper outburst, and took advantage of this time to take revenge on her for speaking for Zichen earlier.

But seeing that the eyes of all the inner disciples were cast towards her, Ziwei was a little panicked, and tried to explain: "I...... That's not what I meant......" but his voice gradually lowered, and he didn't know how to explain it.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the field, but it was the Iron Sword Gate that sent its disciples to fight again, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man with a handsome appearance dressed in a black robe strode out from the disciples of the Iron Sword Gate.

The Iron Sword Sect sent its disciples to fight again, which diverted the attention of the inner sect junior brothers, and Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief and also looked towards the field.

Just glanced at the disciples who were fighting on the side of the Iron Sword Gate, Ziwei's eyes widened, and her mouth was so surprised that she couldn't close it, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

"Brother Zimi, that ...... Isn't that Brother Zichen?"

Ziwei's mouth was open for a long time, and finally exclaimed at Zimi next to her. But when she turned her head, she was even more surprised to see Zimi's expression, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

After all, they are cousins, and it is impossible to admit mistakes when they are burned to ashes, and when Ziwei's eyes turned to the middle of the field again, she was already completely sure that the disciple sent out by the Iron Sword Sect to fight was Zichen. But the question in her mind was even greater.

"Brother Zimi, why did the Iron Sword Sect send Brother Zichen to fight? Isn't this life-and-death battle a matter between the disciples of the sect?"

Ziwei couldn't help but ask, and asked Zimi again.

"How do I know!"

Zi Mi replied angrily, but his expression was a little bit of gritted teeth, and his eyes were fixed on Zichen who was slowly walking towards the temporary fighting field.

Ziwei herself didn't really ask Zimi, she didn't care about Zimi's tone and attitude, but she pondered for a while, and suddenly came to a conclusion: "Ah! I know, Brother Zichen must have become a personal disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, so the Iron Sword Sect will send him to fight!"

Ziwei gave her own conclusions with some abruptness. But before she could speak, she suddenly heard Zimi's evil voice roaring: "Impossible!"

Zimi's gaffe roar made the surrounding inner disciples and brothers take aback and cast their eyes. Ziwei was even more startled, and when she looked at Zimi, she was even more shocked by Zimi's hideous face.

Ziwei is Zimi's cousin, and they are naturally very familiar with each other, especially when the two of them entered the Jinding Gate to practice before and after, and they are not usually estranged. Because of this, Ziwei was frightened, she had never seen Zi Mi with such a terrifying expression.

From the surprised eyes around him and Ziwei's frightened expression, Zimi knew that his current expression must be extremely ugly, and he wanted to try to ease it, but found that he couldn't control it at all, because his heart had completely erupted and turned into a pot of porridge.

In the small family of the Zi family, Zimi's Dharma Dao talent is the best, and it has always been smooth, and he is the pride of heaven favored by the elders and clansmen. On the contrary, Zichen is the other extreme, the Dharma Dao talent is inferior, and he is not welcomed everywhere.

Zi Mi has always looked down on Zi Chen, and he even thinks that Zi Chen, who has inferior Dharma Dao talent and eyesore performance, is just to set off him, the pride of the Zi family.

And for many years, all this was really as Zi Mi thought, even if Zichen entered the Iron Sword Gate, he was still a waste, and for several years, he had not even entered an inch, and the talent of the Dharma Dao was really inferior to the point of being embarrassing.

However, Zimi no longer cared about Zichen, and after entering the Jinding Gate, he gradually felt more and more pressure.

That's right, he is indeed the pride of the Purple Family, and he is the first person of the younger generation in the Purple Family, but after entering the Jinding Gate, the appearance of geniuses who are no less than him, and even beyond his reach, made him begin to suffer setbacks and hit his self-confidence.