Infinite Heroes Seat

"I don't know which Mingjiao master will come to enlighten me again!"

On the top of the light, Zhou Zhiruo calmly invited the only remaining people of Mingjiao to fight, not humble or overbearing, showing everyone's demeanor, but the Mingjiao disciples who were invited by her were all faceless and speechless. At this time, Well-known Mingjiao masters have been seriously injured, how can the rest of the opponent be the opponent of the woman?

But just surrendering defeat and letting the six major factions deal with them, these Mingjiao congregants were never reconciled, all of them clenched and frowning.

"The Demon Cult has already been defeated. If you don't surrender, what will you do? Everyone present, let's destroy the tablet of the thirty-third generation of the Demon Cult!"

Seeing that everyone in Mingjiao was silent, the six major factions couldn't help making a noise, and then they heard someone say again: "Why don't you surrender? The people of the demon sect can't keep alive today. Eliminate evil, otherwise he will come back from the ashes, and he will be alive again." Do harm to the arena. Devil cubs! Snatch yourself as soon as you see the chance, lest the uncles do it."

At this time the six major factions have taken an absolute advantage, everyone is stupid, and many people have already picked up weapons.

Among the warriors who belonged to the small group of rivers and lakes in the crowd, a young'boy' smiled when she saw it. She was wearing a sapphire silk shirt and shook a folding fan. She couldn't hide her grace and grace and her appearance was unusually beautiful. The eyes are black and white, bright and piercing, and the handle of the folding fan is white jade.

And behind her, there are three people like guards standing there. Although they don’t seem to be eye-catching on the surface, you will find their outstanding if you carefully observe them. Usually, they always lower their heads and look wretched, no one else. I didn't pay attention, but occasionally I looked up and looked at that Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, a great master craftsman.

This son is Zhao Min, who is disguised as a man. She has not seen her for seven years. She has become more and more prosperous. Although she is dressed in men's clothes, she sets off her chic and elegant, heroic temperament, which is very attractive.

"Ha, let me see how your Mingjiao turned around now,-evil venerable, I won this bet!"

Standing behind a group of small gangs, Zhao Min couldn't help whispering, watching that his seven-year plan was about to succeed, thinking of the bet, thinking of the child who had been scared for seven years, even if he was as smart and calm as Zhao Min. Can't restrain one's emotions.

But after all it was someone who was doing great things, after being excited, Zhao Min calmed down again, looking at Zhou Zhiruo who was standing at the front of the crowd, and there was another sneer in his heart.

"Xie Zun, you have tried your best to train such a young master, but in the end I won. My Minmin Temoore never planned to compete with you in martial arts from the beginning, and destroy Mingjiao within ten years. Although it may seem difficult, it is not impossible. Without your intervention, it is not difficult for me to do this. Your arrogance is the cause of your failure!"

Although thinking like this in his heart, Zhao Min looked at Zhou Zhiruo with a bit of jealousy. After all, as a martial artist, there are few people who do not envy Zhou Zhiruo, especially Zhao Min. I also knew that Zhou Zhiruo's achievements today were entirely due to her bet, and she felt a little bit unhappy in her heart.

However, Zhao Min gradually frowned, because she suddenly noticed something. Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing in front of the crowd, was too calm, and her eyes swept at the Mingjiao disciples from time to time, but she didn't pay any attention to it. It stands to reason that she also knows her gambling agreement with the evil deity, why can she watch Mingjiao in such a dangerous situation so indifferently, and the defeat of the Mingjiao is also due to her action, is she not afraid of the evil deity's punishment? Or did the evil deity never tell her?

Anxiety gradually came to Zhao Min's heart. She always felt that she had overlooked some things, some extremely important things, but she couldn't remember it. Finally, looking at Zhou Zhiruo with a smile on the corner of her mouth, Zhao Min still ordered: "Ah. Big two and three, let's go!"

The three people with the same servants were taken aback. The three of them looked at each other, and then asked in a puzzled way: "Master, why don't you look anymore? Didn't you say you want to see the destruction of Mingjiao with your own eyes?"

Zhao Min's voice was a little cold, "Something is wrong, let's go down the mountain to join the team, just in case!"

Then she saw her unwillingly glance at those Mingjiao congregants who were ashen-faced, and finally gritted her teeth, "Go! Going to the bottom of the mountain to listen to the result is the same!"

Zhao Min didn't know that this decision made her escape. Not long after she left, the road up and down Guangmingding was blocked by the Huashan faction.

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On the top of Guangming, seeing that there was no one from Mingjiao to fight, the people of the six major factions finally couldn't sit still. They pulled out their weapons one by one and leaned toward the Mingjiao.

I saw the leader elected this time, the Master Kongzhi of the Shaolin School, calling out loudly: "Huashan School and Kongtong School, please wipe out all the remnants of the Demon Cult on the field. Wudang School from west to east. Search, search the palace from east to west, don’t let one of the demon sect slip through the net. The Kunlun faction prepares fire to burn the demon’s lair."

The people of Mingjiao did not resist when they saw it. They sat cross-legged one by one, hands and ten fingers spread out, raised in front of their chests, chanting the scriptures, preparing to die.

"Burning my remains, blazing sacred fire, how happy is life, and why is death? ... Pity my world, there are so many sorrows!"

Unexpectedly, there was a somewhat playful voice at this time.

"I want to destroy Mingjiao? It won't work, but I have taken a fancy to this place and this group of men. If you are killed, who should I go to?"

The sound was not loud, but it passed into everyone's ears clearly, as if they were whispering in their own ears.

Whether it’s the six major schools or the Mingjiao people, their movements are stiff, and they are shocked. It is not a big deal to shout with internal force. Many people present can do it, but they can do it with such subtle The means similar to the transmission of sound and secret is introduced to everyone's ears. This is far beyond imagination, whether it is internal force or the means to control internal force.

The people of the six major schools and Mingjiao all subconsciously gathered together and looked around.

Then I saw a black shadow flashing outside the square, and a figure appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye. Many people didn't even see how the people appeared.

What I saw in front of me was a young man dressed in white. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked ordinary, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. The most surprising thing was that he was carrying a maid dress belt on him. A woman with an iron chain, and a monk in a gray robe is sandwiched between her waist.

Throwing the monk on the ground casually, and then lowering the woman on his shoulders, the young man moved his body and looked at the people around him.

"Uncle Yuanzhen!" Someone in Shaolin Temple had recognized the monk long ago, and the crowd was excited, and they were about to surround him, but they were stopped by wit.

"Amitabha! Dare to ask who is the benefactor? What happened? Where did my Master Yuanzheng nephew offend your Excellency, and your Excellency wants to arrest him?"

Kongzhi looked at Mo Wen and asked sentence by sentence, for some reason he felt a little familiar with this young man.

The visitor was naturally Mo Wen who came from Guangmingding secret road. It took him a lot of effort to find the secret secret road, so he almost lost time.

Listening to Kongzhi's questioning, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Hundreds of years have passed. The way you bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple do not change their way of questioning. The bald thief Xuanci asked me the same way back then!"

"A few hundred years ago?" Kongzhi's eyes were narrowed, and then suddenly enlarged, and the whole person stepped back abruptly, but remembered one thing.

He happened to see an ancient painting in the room of Senior Brother Kongwen, who was about two hundred years old, but it was a young man in a white robe standing with his back on his back. Because the painter's skill is obviously not good enough, the characters are somewhat distorted, but the person's eyes are extremely deep and unforgettable.

At that time, I remember listening to my senior brother mentioning that it seemed that the person in the painting was the enemy of life and death of the original school. The entire Shaolin was almost destroyed by his hands. Remind the abbots of the past to be wary of this person.

He still remembered the seriousness of the senior brother and his disregard when he mentioned this matter. Those were all things hundreds of years ago, so what else is there to remember.

I vaguely remember that person's name is—

"Xie Zun! You are Xiaoyao Xie Zun!" (To be continued.)