As soon as she said this, someone among the disciples of Chiyan Mountain made a faint laugh. This laugh was naturally a sarcastic laugh. As for the object of mockery, no one needed to point it out. △↗,

However, the disciples of Chiyan Mountain made some laughter. After all, the power of the Supreme Elder Zhu was not something they could offend.

Zhuo Yingkang's originally nervous heart had a smile at this moment, and he felt that the matter had been resolved.

Wuhua Valley and the Burial Sword Palace are alliances. The number one figure in the Burial Sword Palace spoke, and the Zuo Laogui from Wuhua Valley will definitely give face.

This time, Zheng Ming must have shot himself in the foot. Haha, wait a moment, make him look good and let him know that he will mock himself. There will definitely be no good ending.

But just as his thoughts flashed in his mind, he heard a indifferent response: "Zhu Xinrong, the sword talisman is real. Our Wuhua Valley invited Zheng Ming to participate in this sword tomb meeting."

The old man from Wuhua Valley said it immediately like a thunder, directly hitting Zhuo Yingkang's mind.

How could it be? How could Wuhua Valley come forward to him? Are they crazy? Don’t they know how important they are to the Sword Tomb? They do this clearly...

Just when Zhuo Yingkang's heart was a little confused, the face of the Supreme Elder Zhu, who was called Zhu Xinrong, also turned ugly like frost and snow.

A boiling murderous intent rushed out from her body, like a sword intent that soared into the sky, covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

Those young men who came to participate in the Sword Tomb Association could not help but tremble under the sword intent, and some even knelt directly on the ground.

When this murderous intent hit Ying Shaodian's side, a red cloud rose around the Fire Niu Lin, blocking the rolling murderous intent.

But at this time, Ying Shaodian slapped the bull's head heavily. In an instant, the rolling red clouds disappeared. The angry sword intent of the Supreme Elder Zhu was filled with the angry sword intent, which directly enveloped Ying Shaodian.

Ying Shaodian sat firmly on the Fire Niu Lin, still moving as a mountain.

No, it should be said that his eyes flashed. A trace of light kept flashing through his eyes, and sword lights flashed from time to time in the light.

Ordinary disciples naturally could not see Ying Shaodian's status at this time, but as the Supreme Elder of the Burial Sword Palace, Zhu Xinrong could not see it.

Under his own oppression, Ying Shaodian not only did not have the slightest fear, but also had considerable improvement in his cultivation. Such qualifications are really evil.

Her concerns about Ying Shaodian became more and more three points in her heart, which also made her more than five points in her protection of Zhuo Yingkang.

No matter what, Zhuo Yingkang is her greatest hope now.

I hope that Daluo's sword body can help Zhuo Yingkang get the Hongyan Divine Sword and not let them bury the Sword Palace be called the vassal of Chiyan Mountain.

"Zuo Laogui, when is it now? It's time for us to fight against Chiyan Mountain together. You...you can't take the overall situation into consideration."

Zhu Xinrong used the skill of transmitting sound. Although the people around him saw her mouth moving, they could not hear what she was saying at all.

However, almost all the unsilly people can guess what she is talking about.

Zhuo Yingkang felt a lot of relief. He felt that as long as this Supreme Elder took action, he would be able to maintain a chance of winning.

Unfortunately, when his eyes fell on Zhu Xinrong's face again, he found that the woman who was regarded as a backer by him as Mount Tai had already become a bit ferocious at this time.

"Who I choose as our candidate is Wuhua Valley's own business, so don't say too much for anyone." The old man surnamed Zuo rang out in a loud bell and said, "This matter ends here."

The words of this sentence are to block all Zhu Xinrong's methods, and even in front of so many people. I am telling Zhu Xinrong that I will not give you this face.

Although Zhu Xinrong was arrogant and angry, at this moment, she absolutely did not have the courage to turn against Wuhua Gu.

Although Zhuo Yingkang is an important talent, Wuhua Valley’s support for their Burial Sword Palace is also extremely important to the current Burial Sword Palace.

Just when she didn't know how to speak for a moment, Zheng Ming continued to say to Zhuo Yingkang: "Xiao Zhuo, my attitude has been on my face for a long time, so why don't you come over and bow down quickly?"

A burst of laughter sounded in everyone's ears. Under this laughter, Zhuo Yingkang's face was like a monkey's butt.

In addition to resenting Zheng Ming, he even resented Zhu Xinrong, who had always supported him. He felt that all this was Zhu Xinrong's incompetence.

As a top elder in a large sect, he can't even solve such a thing. Why do you still be the top elder?

After taking a deep breath, Zhuo Yingkang looked at Zhu Xinrong and said, "Senior Zhu, can't you even solve such a thing in the Burial Sword Palace? If this is true, then I will have to say goodbye!"

Her towering chest kept rising and falling. At this moment, Zhu Xinrong was really angry. She not only got angry with Zuo Laogui, but also Zheng Ming, but at this time, the one who was most angry was Zhuo Yingkang.

This kid himself fought with Zheng Ming and was blowing magic snails there. Now he actually asked him to settle the matter for him.

If Zhu Xinrong could settle the matter with just one sentence, she wouldn't feel uncomfortable. The key is that she is a little confused about this matter now.

But she couldn't make Zhuo Yingkang unhappy, because Zhuo Yingkang was her greatest hope and the greatest hope of the Burial Sword Palace.

"Zheng Ming, as long as you withdraw from this sword tomb meeting immediately, I will give it to you the land of the three palaces."

In Zhu Xinrong's opinion, this sentence was already her limit. She said this sentence to a junior.

Unfortunately, Zheng Ming is definitely not the one who sells her accounts.

"This entire Dingzhou is a fiefdom given to our Zheng family by the king of the Great Jin Dynasty. Isn't it too much for you to give me the things from our Zheng family?"

Zheng Ming didn't say that, but it made Zhu Xinrong's face turn extremely bright. In the Burial Sword Palace, everyone knows that Zhu Xinrong's temperament, as the ancestor, has actually reached the verge of explosion in this way.

The sword intent, which had already begun to weaken, became extremely fierce at this moment, and a blazing sword light that could be seen with the naked eye directly enveloped Zheng Ming.

The sword light is more than ten feet long. Not to mention ordinary warriors, even fourth-grade warriors, as long as they are covered in it, they will be dead.

"Taishang, look at this..." Zuo Wuhei's face changed when he saw the sword light, and he whispered to the old ghost next to him.

The old man Zuo smiled and said, "This kid is really brave enough. He dares to ridicule Zhu Xinrong and let him suffer a little."

Zuo Wuhui did not continue to speak. He invited Zheng Ming, but he had suffered losses in Zheng Ming's hands, and he was still very willing to see Zheng Ming suffer.

The moment Zhu Xinrong's sword energy was shrouded, Zheng Ming was like a tense bow. The Daoxin Demonic Technique and Jing Zhongyue's mind allowed him to clearly sense the sword intent.

Although this sword intent did not condense like a physical body, according to Zheng Ming's feeling, as long as Zhu Xinrong, who was willing to use this sword intent, could use this sword intent to kill the person shrouded in the middle at any time.

However, while feeling the powerful sword intent, Zheng Ming also sensed the shortcomings of the sword intent.

Just as he was about to use the flaws of this sword intent to walk out of the sword intent, the flying fairy sword that was originally carried behind him suddenly rushed out of the sword sheath and rushed directly into Zhu Xinrong's sword intent.

The Feixian Sword with the sequin sword light instantly merged into one in the void with Zhu Xinrong's sword intent.

As the feelings of the people around him, Zhu Xinrong's sword intent increased by several dozen times at once, but Zhu Xinrong and Zheng Ming felt that the stern sword intent did not have any pressure on Zheng Ming.

How is that possible?

How did his own flying fairy sword help Zheng Ming at this time? How could it betray his master?

The Feixian Sword has a unique meaning to Zhu Xinrong. This is the long sword she obtained in the sword tomb, and it seems to be accompanied her for the rest of her life in the sect.

Although Zheng Ming drew out this long sword, she absolutely did not believe that this long sword would betray her, but now, the facts tell her that this sword is really helping Zheng Ming.

She relied on this flying fairy sword to cultivate her sword, and now she no longer obeyed her command.

This made Zhu Xinrong angry, but also made Zhu Xinrong feel even more frightened.

Zheng Ming ignored Zhu Xinrong's feelings at this moment. He was sensing the urge to try from the flying fairy sword.

Through the flying fairy sword that flew out, Zheng Ming felt that this sword intent could rotate with his own heart at this moment.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Ming directed the sword intent and directly enveloped Zhuo Yingkang.

Zhuo Yingkang has extraordinary qualifications and is even more like a Daluo sword body. However, under the falling sword intent, Zhuo Yingkang felt like a fish that was free from water. As long as he resisted a little, the sword intent that enveloped him could tear himself to pieces.

His heart was filled with fear.

"Help, the Supreme Elder!" Zhuo Yingkang shouted loudly. At this moment, in his opinion, the only one who could save him was the Supreme Elder.

"Boy Zhuo, didn't you say you would give me a big gift of bowing three times and nine times? Why can't you do it now? Could it be that you don't want to give me a toast or a punishment?" Zheng Ming slowly stepped forward and said with a smile.

This step seemed ordinary, but the pressure on Zhuo Yingkang's body doubled, his legs began to bend, and the corners of his mouth became even greener.

The cold and sharp sword intent rushed into his body, making him feel a threat called death. (To be continued.)
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