"He Zhi, even if you really want to guard Jiang Yuetian's spirit, it's not like this. If you die, wouldn't Jiang Yuetian ......"

"Don't worry. Qin Guogong won't do anything to me now. He Zhi smiled at Ding Lu, "You are all in the Qi Palace." If Qin Guogong kills me, won't he just make you justifiably withdraw from the imperial martial arts? What he wants is to wipe us out. Killing me alone is useless, but it will fulfill the reputation of the Loose Sect. He wouldn't be so stupid. ”

"Well, even if you have a point in the matter. But what do you want to do when you let Gongsun Wuji buy you seven days? If you just want to recover from your injuries, three days is more than enough. What do you want to do now for seven days? Even if your injuries are fully recovered, what can you do?" Ding Lu stared at He Zhi, and his tone couldn't help but become sharp.

"Senior Sister Ding. Facing Ding Lu's almost accusatory tone, He Zhi smiled instead, and his eyes fell on the Qian Mu Sword standing on Jiang Yuetian's grave, as if replacing the tombstone, "Senior Brother Jiang once said to me. With 20,000 palms from him, even if I am a piece of scrap iron, I can still make fine steel. At that time, I told Senior Brother Jiang that although his methods were good, they were too torturous. I couldn't hold on. I couldn't find a reason for myself to suffer like this. But now, I've found that reason. ”

“...... You actually plan to do this!" Ding Lu stared at He Zhi, his eyes revealing shock.

In the last few days before He Zhi participated in the imperial martial arts, his special training of "Fighting the Right Law" was already presided over by Ding Lu. From He Zhi's reaction at that time, Ding Lu knew how terrible pain such training would cause to people. Eight days, 20,000 palms quickly, which means that He Zhi almost has to endure the pain of being able to torture people into madmen.

"Senior Brother Jiang died to save me, I can't just do nothing and watch him die like this. I don't know if I'll be able to make it up, but I'll have to try! He Zhigong respectfully held his hands above his head, and bowed deeply to Ding Lu according to the etiquette of cultivators.

"You people from the Sword Sect are really crazy! Jiang Yuetian is crazy, and so are you!" Ding Lu looked at He Zhi as if he was looking at a monster.

"I wasn't from the Sword Sect before, and maybe not now. But in my heart, I already think of myself as I am. So, you're right. He Zhi laughed again, and tears of laughter flowed out.

Although the pain in the body is unbearable, the pain in the heart will make people more painful.

Eight days later.

The entire Jingshi knew that Jiang Yuetian, who was already famous in Jingshi, was dead. His junior brother He Zhi in the Xiaoyao faction took leave of absence from the emperor in the name of guarding the spirit. Eventually, the emperor granted him an eight-day vacation.

This day is the last day of the eight-day holiday, and it is also the day when the Loose Sect returns to the Imperial Palace.

At the gate of the Qi Palace, the six princes of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Gongsun Wuji, had already waited outside the palace with a large number of generals and guards. They were going to escort He Zhi and the people of the Loose Sect all the way back to the palace.

The grievances between the Loose Sect and the Six Princes and Eight Marquis are now well known. With the power possessed by the Northern Wei bloodline family, no one felt that there was anything wrong with such a big move by the six princes, Gongsun Wuji.

And in addition to the six princes' grandson Wuji, a large number of completely unfamiliar faces gathered outside the Qi Palace. These people were all armed with swords and swords, and their faces were solemn and expectant as if they were pilgrimage.

These people are the bloodless or low-blooded martial arts powerhouses who came from all over the world. In the Northern Wei Dynasty, the shock brought by He Zhi and Jiang Yuetian has affected everyone in the Martial Saint Realm in a way beyond everyone's imagination.

As soon as the appointed hour arrived, He Zhi's figure appeared on the street in front of King Qi's mansion.

Seeing He Zhi appear, Gongsun Wuji was a little calm, and immediately stepped forward with a smile. However, when Gongsun Wuji walked to He Zhi's side, he couldn't help but feel a feeling of palpitations. It was as if standing beside him was not the pale-faced He Zhi, but a demon who could destroy the world.

Gongsun Wuji didn't know why he felt this way. He subconsciously stayed away from He Zhi and looked at He Zhi carefully.

And after a closer look, Gongsun Wuji found that the terrifying feeling on He Zhi's body seemed to be just an illusion. Compared with eight days ago, He Zhi's appearance didn't look the same, but his face became a lot paler.

Considering that He Zhi has been keeping watch in the wilderness for the past eight days, away from the crowd, not eating well and sleeping well, and his mood may also be depressed and painful, his pale face does not make people feel strange at all.

"Mr. Ho, please pay your respects. Gongsun Wuji suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and arched his hand to He Zhi and said, "The period of the wake has passed. Today is the day when Mr. and others return to the Imperial Palace. The lonely king wishes Mr. can show his might again and return safely. ”

"Thank you. He Zhi lightly returned the salute to Gongsun Wuji, and then his eyes turned to a large group of strangers around him who couldn't help but come forward.

It's strange to be surrounded by these strangers. Their strength is not too strong, and the most powerful of them is just a martial artist who has just entered the realm of rebirth. However, the strength of these people is also not weak. The worst of them is also a good hand that is close to congenital perfection. At the same time, the dress, hairstyle and physiognomy of these people are also very different, as if they are from all over the world.

"Who are these people?" After looking at it, He Zhi asked Gongsun Wuji.

"They are all righteous men who admire the name of the Loose Sect and come from all over the world. Gongsun Wuji said.

"I see. He Zhi nodded and looked at everyone again.

"Mr. He, we admire the Loose Sect. I just don't know how to be taught. "At the head of a group of warriors from all over the world is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties.

His cultivation was not the highest, but he was the oldest of them all, and he was much older than the one who was second in line. Therefore, everyone recommended him to be a leader for the time being.

The middle-aged man was also much older than He Zhi. With He Zhi's current appearance, I am afraid that it will be more than doubled. However, in front of He Zhi, the middle-aged man looked excited and nervous, and he looked very nervous when he spoke.

These bloodless martial artists in the Martial Saint Realm have struggled in despair and darkness for too long. When a hope arises in front of them, their fear and nervousness outweigh their excitement.

Despair is not the most painful. The most painful thing is that hope appears, but it is shattered at the moment it is ignited.