"The Faceless Venerable is about to break through?" Blood Demon Yang San was taken aback, and a little jealousy appeared on his face, but he was immediately suppressed by him, "Since the Faceless Venerable can't make a move." Then He Zhi's provocation must be ignored?"

"Naturally not. The white-clothed swordsman couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "The name of the Martial Saint cannot be dishonored. Although Shizun couldn't take action in person, he had already prepared for the matter of the Loose Sect. Although I am very reluctant to use the means of the master, the free school must be eliminated. Tomorrow in the Martial Temple, I will wait for He Zhi to make a move, and then completely shatter the hope of the Freedom Sect!"

"He Zhi, do you know what you're doing?" In the side hall where He Zhi and his party were practicing, Ding Lu also stood in front of He Zhi again and asked him solemnly.

"Of course. He Zhi smiled and nodded, "I'm provoking the cultivator of the Martial Saint Realm and forcing him to come out and fight with me." ”

"Why are you doing this? Do you know how much risk you will have to do this? Even if the Beiyue Sword Sect's Fighting Fa is indeed very powerful, you are now a half-ass! Your Fighting Fa is quick, even if you are tossed by 20,000 palms, you can't compare it with a cultivator who has relied on the Fighting Fa step by step from scratch! If you want to transcend the level, especially the level of entering the Dao, you are still far from this ability!"

"I know. But I had to. If there really was a cultivator in the Martial Saint Realm who had advanced to the Dao with the power of his bloodline, then he would never let us go. You know this better than me, Senior Sister Ding. He Zhi smiled at Ding Lu and said, "So, I can't wait for him to be fully prepared before coming to us." Because if things turn out like that, if I lose, we will all die. However, this is the path I have chosen. It's my responsibility to work hard to follow this path. I can't burden you to die with me. ”

"So, you're going to provoke the Martial Saint Realm's initiation cultivators?" Ding Lu asked with a sneer.

"Not bad. If he kills us in private, he can come at any time, as long as God doesn't know it. But a dignified cultivator, suppressing the top of the whole world, no matter how much he doesn't talk about his identity in private, he has to maintain face in front of others. If I provoke him, he will have to fight me in the imperial martial arts. If you fight me at the martial arts ceremony, it will be different. As the pinnacle of suppressing the world, he will never take the initiative to challenge me, so he can only wait for me to challenge him. And I will put this battle at the end of the imperial martial arts. In this way, no matter whether I win or lose, the two tasks of the Qiankun Hall will end when the winner is decided. We should be back right away. ”

"Hmph! But have you ever thought about what if he doesn't fall for you? He just pretended to be stupid and refused to come out. What are you going to do?"

"It would be great if he refused to come out!" He Zhi said this, and couldn't help laughing, "Today's matter, the people of the entire Martial Saint Realm will soon know. A dignified and powerful person who has entered the Dao, a great master of suppressing a realm, has actually endured this kind of provocation! Senior Sister Ding, think about it, what does this mean?"

"What does it mean?" Ding Lu was stunned by He Zhi's out-of-the-box thinking, and couldn't keep up with He Zhi's thoughts at all.

"Alas, if he still wants to pretend to be stupid, it means that this guy probably can't do it for some reason. Then it will be easier for me! With my current strength, as long as the strong person who enters the Dao doesn't make a move! There is no opponent in the entire Martial Saint Realm at all!" He Zhi shook his head at Ding Lu and looked at Ding Lu with a curious look, "Senior Sister Ding, don't you really think of me as Senior Brother Jiang, do you?" I said a long time ago that I am not Senior Brother Jiang. I don't have the courage of Senior Brother Jiang. What I am doing now is indeed to fulfill Senior Brother Jiang's last wish. But my principle has always been to put safety first!"

"If the initiation cultivator of the Martial Saint Pavilion is provoked by me, I will put him in the last battle to fight. Win or lose, it shouldn't be difficult for my current ability to save my life from him, right? As long as the victory or defeat is decided, then the martial arts show is over. Let's leave immediately, what does the Martial Saint Realm have to do with us? If he doesn't come out, it will be even better! If there is no master of the Dao to come out, wouldn't it be easy for us to save our lives?"

"Uh......" Ding Lu was dumbfounded again, but he had to admit that He Zhi's words really made some fucking sense.

"Well, I can't tell you. Anyway, if only you could figure out what you're doing. After thinking about it for a long time, Ding Lu finally nodded and agreed with He Zhi's statement.

After Jiang Yuetian's death, Ding Lu and He Zhi were basically the leaders of their small group of "free school". These two people reached an agreement, and the little monks Huiyuan and Zhang Beiwang naturally had no other opinions.

In this way, the group came to the palace of the imperial martial arts on time the next day.

Walking into the main hall, He Zhi's first action was to look up at the highest position.

Immediately, He Zhi saw that there was no one in that position! Even the white-clothed swordsman who had been sitting in that position for all this time did not appear.

"What's going on?"

He Zhi's provocation unexpectedly led to an unexpected result, which made He Zhi frown slightly.

Sitting back in the position of the free faction, the imperial martial arts soon continued to begin.

Although at this time, the imperial martial arts have been carried out to the last moment. The battles are all played by the big forces ranked in the top sixteen. The competition in the martial arts arena is also wonderful.

However, after the earth-shattering battle between He Zhi and the evil ghost, the latter competitions, which were originally wonderful, made everyone uninterested.

Even, even the martial artists themselves who performed martial arts in the martial arts arena seemed a little absent-minded.

From time to time, everyone's eyes would fall on the group of the Loose Sect and the empty seat at the highest point of the Martial Temple.

Everyone was speculating about what the Freedom Sect would do next, and what exactly the Martial Saint Pavilion was planning in the face of He Zhi's challenge.

The "boring and boring" contest was held several times in succession. The sixteen forces in the main hall were soon eliminated, and several more were eliminated. Only the last twelve remained in the arena.

Although the Martial Saint Pavilion did not even appear in a single figure, the prestige of thousands of years still made the audience not even have a single person who dared to question it.

However, just as the Emperor Heavenly Gate martial artist, who was ranked twelfth in the end, was about to appear on the stage, a heart-palpitating aura surged outside the Martial Temple.

The next moment, the gate of the Martial Temple opened, and the white-clothed swordsman Lin Qingxu held his long sword obliquely and walked in step by step.