The old man glanced at Deacon Kong and was silent for a while, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"Your good apprentice brought back a letter, the Jinding Sect has sent a disciple to the Gufeng Dynasty, thinking that it is for the sake of the dynasty's ancient mines, and they still don't give up on the ancient mines." Seeing the old man's indifferent appearance, the fat deacon said angrily.

The thin old man's eyes lowered slightly, and he said in a low voice, "They should be damned." ”

The fat deacon snorted softly when he heard this, "They should be damned, then you should make a move!" ”

"Now that the letter is in your hands, there has been a move over there, it is to find a way, if you directly confront it, there is the support of the big sect behind the Jinding Gate, and we have nothing on our side, we are in a state of isolation and helplessness, if you fight hard, although it is not wise, but it may also be the only way to break the situation now."

The old man's eyes slowly closed, "Great Sect, if it wasn't for their pressure back then, Chen Hong would not have been buried in the ancient mine, and now he still oppresses me and others, really when my Wanjian Pavilion is a clay sculpture!" ”

The fat deacon also knew what the old man was thinking, and said on the side, "The matter has come to this point, we have to come up with a charter now, whether to continue to swallow our anger, or to fight them, this is all a matter of your words, if you have made a decision, the head of the house will not say anything." ”

The old man's palms clenched slightly, and his face was still as dead as ashes.

After a long time, the old man sighed and slowly let go of his clenched palm, "Wait a little longer." ”

"Wait?" The fat deacon's voice suddenly raised, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you waiting for when you really get ridden on your head!" How far do you have to be bullied before you can make a move? I can't wait to kill the Jinding Gate now and cut down those three miscellaneous pieces. ”

"You have the strength, but what about after you cut it?" The old man glanced at the fat deacon, "The Dao system of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has been completely destroyed?" The lives of tens of thousands of people are in the hands of you and me, and everything cannot be done by will. ”

"The sect is now dilapidated, you and I are covered in iron, how many nails can we hit?"

"We still have to wait for the sect to recover some vitality, soon, the Sword Pavilion will open again, and my sect should add many strong people, and when the time comes, the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion will be completely stable, and then wait for the opportunity to move."

"Wait until the younger generation grows up, and then wait." The old man spoke slowly. "There are still a lot of good ones among the disciples of this generation."

"But do you know, just some time ago, Chu Huangyue went out and encountered an ambush, saying that it was a bandit, but it was more like the people of the Jinding Sect did it, and their group of people did everything to compete with us for the ancient mine and completely annex the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion!"

The fat deacon then said with a questioning voice, "Back then, Chen Hong was ambushed by the formation in the ancient mine, you swallowed your anger and didn't do anything, now it's Chu Huangyue's turn, maybe the next one is Qin Lingyu, or, Yun Shu!" ”

The old man's eyes flickered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, "I said, these things are not up to you and me, we have to hibernat, the survival of the immortal gate is in my hands, and the lives of tens of thousands of people are in my hands, I can't bury the Wanjian Pavilion 10,000-year foundation in my hands for my own selfishness." ”

"You've already burned your eyebrows, and you still want to hibernate? Look at it, the current Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, is there anything that can be lost? The Yunzhou super sect thousands of years ago, now it is ridden by large sects, three years, I will give you another three years, if after three years, you can't be the master, then I will be the master! The fat deacon said angrily.

The old man remained silent.

Without the slightest word, let alone a statement, he also knew that Deacon Kong had resentment in his heart, so let him go.

Deacon Kong's name is Kong Li, who was once the top Tianjiao in the sect, and his strength has reached the foundation building period.

Back then, he and Chen Hong were the best partners, almost inseparable.

Chen Hong was attacked in the ancient mine, and he was also ambushed by a mysterious person in another place, and although he survived by luck in the end, he was also injured and could no longer cultivate.

In the end, he was only assigned the position of a deacon of the outer door.

Ten years have passed, Kong Li back then, from not being able to cultivate, to his current strength, so that the old man can't see through, what he has experienced in the middle, what he has gained, the old man doesn't know, he only knows that the sect is inferior to Kong Li.

When the two genius disciples of the sect were attacked, the sect was not only indifferent, but also suppressed the matter.

So much so that now, unless it is the generation in the sect, everyone else has forgotten the existence of Kong Li.

But what can the old man do?

This was the unanimous decision of the high-level of the sect, and he directly killed the two Zhuji elders of the Jinding Sect back then.

But what about after that.

Go and fight with the people of Jindingmen?

He was able to replace several high-level leaders of the Jinding Sect, but the anger of the Great Sect was unbearable for the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion now, and the thousands of years of inheritance were destroyed in one fell swoop?

The life and death of tens of thousands of people are in his hands, and these people can obviously have a better future, but they want to be buried for his impulse?

What Kong Li said was true, he was hesitating, even now he still didn't have the heart to calm down.

has been sitting for countless years, and has been tempering the body, but the mind is tormented day and night.

He was his disciple, but he couldn't take revenge.

Because the strength is not enough.

Not strong enough!

There is no strong enough to live invincible, and the weak can only live in humiliation.

Bloody, yes, but recklessly, that's a reckless man's move.

He was waiting for the sect to grow up.

As long as it can compete with the big sects, then there is time to clean up the Jinding Gate.

At the same time, I am also waiting for myself to grow.

It's a pity that the qualifications are limited after all, and just having the perseverance can only polish the physical strength for a while, and you can't do too much.

"However, the disciple you accepted is not bad." Before leaving, the fat deacon turned around and said, "His achievements will inevitably be above you, and now that he has completed the exercises, he is comparable to the peak of qi refining with his physical strength alone." ”

Then he walked away quickly.

Dacheng?

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

Laughing and smiling, there were tears in his cloudy eyes, "Okay, good, good, the sky is going to prosper my Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion!" ”

"Dacheng within a month, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the powerful bloodlines of those top physical cultivation families in the ten states to do it!"

"Then it seems that the old man can go with confidence."

The old man's trembling hand took out a close-fitting black letter sleeve from his arms, and gritted his teeth gently, as if he had made up his mind, "Cultivate, the old man will also fight, if he dies, future generations can grow up quickly, protect the inheritance of the sect, if he doesn't die, then the Jinding Gate, Wuji Immortal Sect, you just wait......"