As soon as Lu Sheng approached, the group of people became agitated. The burly man in the lead gripped his hammer tightly, his eyes bloodshot, as if he would smash it at any moment.
"Silence!" Teacher Wang snorted coldly. The surrounding disciples took a step forward at the same time, forming a small sword formation with a threatening aura.
Although the people from the Black Snake Sect had more people, they were slightly stifled at this moment, and their voices gradually became softer.
Only then did Lu Sheng have a chance to speak.
"What are you guys doing here? Do I know you? "His face was full of bewilderment.
"Still pretending!" The burly man in the lead sneered, "Why didn't you pretend when you plotted against Senior Brother Chi Lian? Now that you see us at your door, you pretend? You're really shameless! "
Lu Sheng's expression calmed down as he glanced at the burly man. "Chi Lian? Zen Master Chi Lian? I plotted against him? "
"Still pretending!? Senior Brother was plotted against by you halfway. Fortunately, we found the blood words left by Senior Brother on the way! Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to find out how you, Chen Ziluo, were behind this!? "
"Then tell me, why did I plot against him?" Although he didn't know where the blood words came from, Lu Sheng wasn't in the mood to play detective games with the people from the Black Snake Sect.
"I …!" The man was stunned.
"Then are you sure you saw the content of the blood words clearly?" Lu Sheng asked again.
"… It's the word Chen!" The people from the Black Snake Sect were very clear about this.
"Just because it's Chen, it must be me? Can't it be someone else? "Lu Sheng said casually.
"Senior Brother, you're the only one with the surname Chen recently. Who else could it be if not you!?" The man was ready to explode at any time.
"Your Senior Brother Chi Lian is an evil person who killed people and exterminated the sect. If I killed him, it would be a great contribution to the sect. I have nothing better to do, so I won't admit this benefit. Is there something wrong with your brains? "Lu Sheng said again.
"…"
The people immediately quieted down. Thinking about it this way, it was true.
From Chen Ziluo's point of view, if he really killed someone, he definitely wouldn't deny it. On the contrary, this would be a battle record that would increase his reputation.
"Go back and think about it," Lu Sheng said lazily, and went back to his room.
He could tell that this group of people was just trying to scare him.
Teacher Wang was about to stop Lu Sheng and question him, but when he saw how he managed to subdue the heretical people with just a few words, he nodded in approval.
Although the righteous and evil sides could not coexist, no one was willing to risk their lives for no reason. As long as there was no conflict of interest, everyone valued harmony.
Finish this matter.
Lu Sheng returned to his daily routine of reading and practicing his sword.
…
…
Creak, creak.
The surface of the lake was sparkling, and the moonlight on the surface of the water shattered into a large number of fragments.
On the black ship, a middle-aged scholar with a black feather crown on his head and a feather fan in his hand was standing tall, looking at the lights of the city on the shore from afar.
From time to time, the hull of the ship would make creaking sounds as the lake surged.
"Some people, some things, just can't be taken care of … The difficulty of life is nothing more than this …" The scholar sighed and waved the feather fan in his hand, but he felt the wind was a little cold, so he stopped.
"Hey, what's the point of thinking so much?" On the other side of the ship, a strong man in black armor with a ponytail leaned against the wooden railing with a jar of wine in his hand, raising his head and taking a big gulp.
"If everything is done too perfectly, then it's really boring."
The scholar smiled.
"Sect Master, you're quite open-minded."
"Not really. You and I have been in this world for more than 30 years, but so what? After so many years, we still haven't found anything. Rather than wasting time all day long, it's better to enjoy life, "the man said casually.
"… Difficult …" The scholar sighed leisurely. After painstakingly cultivating the Green Sandalwood Mystic Art for 30 years, he had finally achieved great success after going through hardships.
But so what if he became the Sect Master of the world's number one heretical sect?
The restrictions in this world were too strong. It was impossible to even develop magical powers that could fly in the sky and burrow into the ground. This was already the limit.
The Sect Master of the Bloody Kill Sect beside him was also a Heavenly Devil whose soul had come to this world. He had trained hard for more than 30 years and finally reached the peak of this world's cultivation technique.
The two of them had agreed to come together, but they did not expect to find their target after staying here for more than 30 years.
"Let's look for another 10 years. If there's still nothing, let's go back," the scholar said calmly.
"Whatever," the Sect Master of the Bloody Kill Sect said lazily.
Although the two of them were almost invincible, everything was meaningless if they could not find their target.
"Looking at the time, it's about time for that person to start," the middle-aged scholar murmured. "If that's the case, why don't we start a little earlier?"
"As long as he agrees." The Sect Master of the Bloody Kill Sect still did not care.
After all, that person was almost invincible. Although the two of them were strong, they were still slightly inferior.
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Dong … Dong …
The heavy sound of the bell slowly spread out.
At the foot of East Mountain, the Sect Masters of the Seven Mountain Martial League unfurled their sect's banners and boarded the arranged carriages.
The Sect Master of the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect, Li Yulan, cupped his fists at the Sect Master of East Mountain, Yi Chuan.
"In that case, Alliance Leader Yi, the Leaf Mountain Sect will take our leave today."
Yi Chuan smiled from ear to ear. This time, he had successfully defended his position as the Alliance Leader because of the support of the Leaf Mountain Sect.
"Be careful on the way. Please send a messenger pigeon when you arrive."
"Of course!"
Li Yulan nodded.
The people of the Leaf Mountain Sect boarded the four large carriages. The carriages slowly moved into the distance under the whips of the coachmen.
Yi Chuan watched the carriages leave. A subordinate behind him quickly came up to him and reported in a low voice.
"Alliance Leader, the Blood Spear Sect is leaving too."
"Yes, I'll go right away." Yi Chuan nodded. He looked at the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect carriages from afar again, then turned around and walked toward the mountain road behind East Mountain.
Yesterday, he had sent off the East Return Sect and the Three Cauldrons Sect. Today, it was the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect and the Blood Spear Sect's turn. Including the Nine Peace Sword Sect and the Washing Gauze Blade Sect who had left first, the Seven Mountain Martial League was almost done.
"It's just that … there's a rumor that I'm not sure if I should say?" The subordinate suddenly hesitated.
"What rumor? Speak. "Yi Chuan stopped in his tracks and frowned slightly. He knew that his confidant had always been steady. For him to act like this today, something big must have happened.
The confidant paused for a moment and said slowly.
"Recently, there's a rumor in the Pugilistic World that someone saw Kun Peng Saber King Zhao Wuji who had been missing for many years in the Dead Crow Forest …"
"Kun Peng Saber King Zhao Wuji?!" Yi Chuan's pupils shrank.
For the past decade or so, the four major sects of the Orthodox Dao had taken advantage of the Evil Dao's weakness to suppress their forces. They had already compressed their living space to a limit.
The Evil Dao could only develop in frontier fortresses and foreign countries. In the current Pugilistic World, they were like rats in the dark.
This Kun Peng Saber King Zhao Wuji could be considered a Sect Master level expert of the Evil Dao many years ago. He had disappeared for many years, and now that he had suddenly reappeared, it was likely that there would be trouble.
It was not that Yi Chuan had groundless fears. In the Evil Dao, the Kun Peng Saber King's Kun Peng Sect had already been destroyed by Emei and the Seven Mountain Martial League five years ago.
Zhao Wuji was still missing at that time. If not, Emei and the Seven Mountain Martial League would not have been able to destroy the Kun Peng Sect so easily.
"Whether it's true or not, immediately send a message to the other six mountains. This will serve as a warning, "Yi Chuan instructed.
"Yes!"
…
"Chi!"
A silver light flickered, dancing around Lu Sheng like an electric snake.
The longsword seemed to be alive, dancing and jumping in his hand. Leaves swirled in the air, but none of them could get within three feet of him.
A large number of leaves were driven by an invisible flow of air, falling around him and forming one circle after another.
"Skylark Spirit Charge!"
With a sudden thrust of the sword, Lu Sheng's wrist trembled. All the muscles in his body gathered a huge force and poured it into the sword hilt in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
The sword light instantly split into more than ten silver skylarks, stabbing forward from more than ten different angles.
"Splat!"
The sword shadows instantly merged into one, stabbing into the locust tree's trunk with great precision.
Everything went from extreme movement to extreme stillness.
Lu Sheng frowned.
'Is this the limit?' He had used more than two months to reach the limit. It was a little slow …
The world's restrictions were too strong. There was a limit to what the human body could unleash by relying solely on the body and techniques.
This limit existed in many worlds. It might be affected by the body's innate factors, resulting in different levels, but the difference would not be too great.
This was because this was the limit of the body's genes.
'So be it. I have a lot of Mental Energy anyway. I have a solid foundation, and the sword art's realm, as well as the memory of my body. It's about time I start deriving. '
He drew his longsword.
Although he did not have any inner force, the thirteenth-level Skylark Flower Feather Sword had allowed him to master every technique of this sword art perfectly.
In order to unleash the perfect might of the thirteenth-level sword art, this body had been specifically strengthened to the limit.
This was especially true for his arms, wrists, legs, waist, and back. The instantaneous explosive force and precision were terrifying.
"Splat!"
Lu Sheng swung his sword lightly. As the blade trembled, it was as if tiny skylarks were dancing and leaping around the blade.
'Even if I don't have inner force, I still have Qi and blood. I might as well derive it in the direction of Qi and blood. 'After all, his Earth Qi was slightly nourished after analyzing the rules during this period of time. However, since the restrictions were too great, he could not use it.
"Deep Blue."
The light blue frame instantly popped up.
Lu Sheng focused his attention on it.
"Skylark Flower Feather Sword, thirteenth level. (Special traits. Strength strengthened by 13 levels. Agility strengthened by 13 levels. Explosive force strengthened by 13 levels. Additional abilities: Light Body, Shadow Splitting.) "
Lu Sheng tapped the modify button with familiarity. Then, he found the derive button behind the Skylark Flower Feather Sword's frame.
"Derive Skylark Flower Feather Sword first level."
He tapped the derive button slowly.
"Swoosh."
The frame suddenly blurred. It was as if countless words and shadows were flashing on it at lightning speed.
Lu Sheng quickly felt a unit of Mental Energy spreading before his chest. It seeped into his entire body, including his organs.
Soon, the frame became clear. He quickly focused his attention on it.
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