"Do you know how to escape from the earth, are you an earth-based cultivator?" Jiang Wei asked in surprise, and before Zhao Hong could answer, she had already shaken her head and denied her thoughts.

Zhao Hong scratched his head, "This is a kind of witch spell, called the 'Earth Walking Spell', and I have only learned it for a short time." ”

"Witchcraft, are you a witch?" Jiang Wei finished speaking, and shook his head again.

Zhao Hong smiled and said, "I also learned some of the fur of witchcraft by chance. And until now, I've been using the 'Earth Walking Spell'. There is no other use for it, just to use it as oil on the soles of the feet. ”

Jiang covered his mouth slightly and sneered, his face full of brilliance.

Zhao Hong felt even more embarrassed, so he walked to the side and picked up some firewood and built a firewood pile. He was about to pick up the bird and go to the stream to wash, but he heard the sound of a fight in the distance, and the sound was coming towards him.

Zhao Hong looked up and saw five or six nuns in gray Taoist robes in front of him, being chased and killed by another group of people in Tsing Yi.

Jiang Wei's face also changed, and he glanced at Zhao Hong. Zhao Hong found that this group of nuns was the monk of Qingqiu Sect that he had met before, and he didn't know why he was so embarrassed at this time.

Along the way, the people of Qingqiumen avoided if they could, dodged if they could, tried to avoid fierce battles, and seemed to only want to escape, not kill the enemy. Even if they had to fight, they only wanted to hurt the enemy, not kill them. They were already suffering in numbers, and in this way, they were even more embarrassed, and the enemy was unscrupulous and fought with all their might.

Zhao Hong and Jiang Wei were too late to avoid it at the moment, so they simply sat in front of the pyre, putting on a posture that it was none of their business, and only hoped that these two groups of people would leave as soon as possible.

However, it backfired, and when the middle-aged master of Qingqiu Gate saw Zhao Hong and the others leisurely, he was suddenly stunned, and his skills were also sluggish.

More than a dozen Tsing Yi men armed with bronze swords surrounded them from all sides, trapping them in the middle.

Zhao Hong watched coldly from the sidelines, judging from the method of chasing the body, most of these people in Tsing Yi had one or two white lines embroidered on their sleeves, and the three people with three white lines embroidered on their sleeves were much higher, and the highest cultivation was the middle-aged man in green shirts dressed as a Confucian student, with a scar on his face, and holding a paper fan, he was obviously the leader of this group of people.

In the fight just now, the big man in the green shirt didn't make too many moves, obviously his target was only one person, and that was the middle-aged master of Qingqiu Gate.

Zhao Hong suddenly felt that the middle-aged man's Confucian clothes were a little out of place with the scars on his face. Looking at the big man's hideous face, but waving a paper fan, Zhao Hong felt a vassal and elegant irony.

"Senior Sister Zhijing, why are you so hard, why do you want to fight the trapped beasts? I think that my three factions have been divided for more than a hundred years, and this seat is also a good intention, and I want my three factions to merge into one and rebuild the Flying Sword Sect of the year, isn't this a good thing?"

"Phew, Sun Haoran, don't be pretending to be benevolent and righteous, it's a dream to want my Qingqiu Sect people to be arrested!" The middle-aged master named Zhijing hadn't spoken yet, but her eldest disciple Huikong said first. Obviously, Huikong's temper is much more short-tempered.

The Confucian Han is named Sun Haoran, who is the current head of the Junzi Sect. At this time, when he heard the other party's scolding, he didn't have the slightest annoyance, but snorted coldly and said coldly: "Do you have the qualifications to talk to me?"

The middle-aged Shi Tai Zhi Jing Shi Tai stood up, "Good and good, Senior Brother Sun, although what Huikong said is extreme, it is also the intention of the poor nun in his heart. If Senior Brother Sun really wants to restore the grandeur of the Flying Sword Sect back then, the three factions can sit down and have a good discussion. Why did Senior Brother Sun secretly ambush and kill the killer, causing more than half of my Qingqiu Sect disciples to be killed or injured?"

Sun Haoran's face turned pale, and he snorted: "Senior Sister Zhijing, before today's three fights, this seat has already asked you about the merger, but you refused at that time. Therefore, after that, this seat is also a helpless move. ”

Master Zhijing said: "Monks are already downplaying life and death, since Senior Brother Sun blindly makes it difficult for people to be strong, then please forgive the poor nuns for not being able to obey their fate." Besides, in today's competition, my Qingqiu Gate has won, and according to the rules set by the ancestors, Qingqiu Gate should occupy Zhaoyao Mountain. Senior Brother Sun's move is actually a cannibalism between the three factions, which goes against the wishes of the ancestors, is there a suspicion of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors?"

Sun Haoran sneered for a while, and said: "No, no, as long as Senior Sister is willing to agree to the merger of the three factions, you and I can naturally set up a faction together on Zhaoyao Mountain, how can this be against the will of the ancestors?

Master Zhijing shook his head, "Senior Brother Sun, isn't it child's play for the three factions to merge! Don't say that I don't dare to agree with the Qingqiu Sect, even if I Zhijing agrees today, then there is still the 'Fu Sword' of the Husband Sect, how can you give in to the Junzi Sect?"

Sun Haoran lowered his head and slowly unfolded the paper fan, and said in a deep voice: "Then don't bother with Senior Sister, as long as you and I merge the two doors, this seat has its own way." Back then, on the swaggering mountain, how famous the 'Flying Sword Sect' created by the ancestor Nine Heavens was a woman, wouldn't Senior Sister want to see the 'Flying Sword Sect' flourish again in your lifetime?"

Zhijing's face has always been calm and calm, but the eldest disciple Huikong was angry, and shouted: "Phew! Sun Haoran, if you want to fight, you can fight, why bother with clever words and nonsense." ”

Hui Ying, who was on the side, pulled Hui Kong's sleeve and said softly: "Senior sister, don't say more, Master has his own opinions." ”

Huikong snorted, stood behind Dao Zhijing Shitai, his face was gloomy, and he stopped talking.

At this time, Sun Haoran stepped forward and took a few steps and said, "Senior sister, you and I haven't fought for decades, and this seat has a proposal, it's better for you and me to fight with all our might." If you win, Senior Sister, Qingqiu Gate can leave today, and there is nothing to say about this seat. But if this seat wins, the senior sister will agree to the request of the three factions of this seat to merge, what do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, Master Zhijing's face became hesitant. It sounded like a suggestion with the fewest casualties, and it was hard for her to refuse.

"Master, Sun Haoran is insidious and treacherous, and he has fallen for the other party's tricks. Huikong stepped forward and reminded softly.

Zhijing nodded, faced Sun Haoran, and after a few breaths of staring at each other, he slowly replied: "Okay, the poor nun will agree to fight with you according to what Senior Brother Sun said." ”

Zhao Hong and Jiang Wei on the side sat by the pyre, just quietly looking at the battle circle in front of them, and did not speak. At this time, Zhao Hong leaned into Jiang Wei's ear and whispered: "Xiaowei, I found something strange......

Jiang Wei was stunned and asked, "Tell me, what did you find?"

Zhao Hong said: "Do you remember the swords on the corpses of the two female disciples of Qingqiu Sect when we met the Foxy Beast before?"

Jiang Wei nodded, "Remember, didn't you put away those two swords?" Speaking of which, I haven't figured it out yet, why can you manipulate those two swords, is there anything weird?"

Zhao Hong continued: "I don't know what is weird, and I don't know why I can control it. At the time, I just thought there was something in these two swords that could connect with my spirit. I didn't think much about it at the time, but just now I noticed something strange: I noticed the same thing in the sword of the disciple of the Junzi Sect, but I did not notice it in the sword of the disciple of the Qingqiu Sect. Strange or not, you say?"

"It's not the thing in the sword, it's the sword spirit that Junzimen said. The sword spirit is also a type of machine spirit, but it is not a real machine spirit, it can only be controlled by special people, but it has no autonomous consciousness. But Qingqiumen has always been a sword with qi, and it is not ashamed of the sword spirit. If it is said that the thing in the sword is a sword spirit, then why do the swords of the two Qingqiu Sect disciples who died have a sword spirit? This is really incomprehensible......" Jiang Wei held his cheeks in his hand and fell into deep thought.

"What else......" Zhao Hong interrupted, "In that sword called Huikong, there is also a sword spirit, don't you say it's strange?"

Saying this, Jiang Wei was even more stunned. Before they could figure out why, they heard a scream from ahead. The two looked up and froze.

Master Zhijing stood with a sword in one hand and covered the dantian under her abdomen with the other. At this time, she was trembling all over, and the corners of her mouth hung a few bloody colors. Huikong, who is not far away, still maintains the posture of palming. Just now, it was Huikong who took advantage of Zhijing's unpreparedness and suddenly made a sneak attack.

"Senior sister, you're crazy, what are you doing here?" Hui Ying looked at Hui Kong with a frightened look on her face.

"I've got it, I've got it, hahaha......" Huikong looked up in the air and smiled, looking crazy, "Zhijing Laoni, why, why, you have to force me to make a move!"

The sudden scene made Zhao Hong and Jiang Wei stunned for a moment. Sun Haoran on the side folded his hands and watched coldly, as if everything was expected by him.

Hui Ying pointed at Hui Kong with a horizontal sword, both anxious and angry, "Senior sister, why do you want to betray your master and plot against your master?"

Huikong stopped laughing wildly, and looked at Hui Ying with red eyes, "Little junior sister, my good junior sister, why are you asking me? Do you know that Qingqiumen should have been inherited by me, I have the mantle of the master, and I am the most proud disciple of the master. Since you entered the master's door, the master has put all his thoughts on you, and he wants you to be the next leader. For so many years, I have worked hard and hard for Qingqiumen, just because you are the Heavenly Spirit Root, should you take away everything that belongs to me?

"So, you colluded with Sun Haoran and plotted against your own mentor?" Hui Ying's eyes moistened.

"Teacher?" Huikong snorted, "Maybe it was before, if it weren't for you, I'd still be a good apprentice, and she'd still be a good teacher." But who is to blame for all this? What should I be deprived of? When Zhijing Lao Ni was cold to me, did she ever think that she was my mentor?"

"Why did all this happen? How did it come to this......" Hui Ying's long sword fell, and she squatted on the ground weakly, tears raining down.

At this time, Master Zhijing raised his head, stared at Huikong, and said with difficulty: "Yesterday, Huining and Huiqin were also poisoned by you, right?"

Huikong laughed again, "Not bad. Master, didn't your old man already have doubts about the identities of the two of them? For the sake of great things, I had no choice but to use the mountain anointing beast to get rid of them, so that your old man would not feel uneasy. You see, when they die, you're not so vigilant, aren't you? Otherwise, how could I be so easy to get it?"

"You...... Very good!" said Master Zhijing's expression was gloomy.

Sun Haoran walked towards Zhijing step by step, and said with a sly smile: "Senior Sister Zhijing, it seems that there is no need to compare between us, you lost this time!

"Master, life and death are fate, even if we die, we should not bow to evil!" Hui Ying screamed in pain and stood up.

Zhijing Shitai barely supported himself with his sword, stood up straight, and stared at Sun Haoran sternly. At this time, she is faced with a major choice, not only life and death, but also the survival of the entire Qingqiu Gate.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's stupid, it's stupid, it's a terrible thing!" suddenly a sigh floated in the distance of the forest.

This voice was obviously a little old, like a soft sigh from an old man a hundred meters away, but it came into everyone's ears clearly, and it was extremely clear. Everyone present was shocked.