I saved the whole sect by playing badly

Changming Sect, shrouded in clouds and mist, a group of people gathered at the foot of the usually quiet mountain. The outer disciples tried their best to prevent them from entering, with expressionless expressions on their faces. The outer disciples were about as strong as Foundation Establishment, which was more than enough to stop a group of casual cultivators.

But they couldn't cover up their large numbers. Mu Chongxi, who had just arrived at the sect, saw this scene and said impatiently: "I'll blow them away."

The young man quickly leaped forward, drew his sword in his hand, and with one strike, all the sword cultivators present unsheathed their black swords at their waists. The light and shadow of swords lingered in front of them, and the long swords were suspended in the air, causing a small commotion.

Mu Chongxi did not dare to hurt anyone, especially a monk. He pursed his lips and imitated his master's appearance. His face was as cold as ice, and he silently released the pressure. With the collision of spiritual energy, his cultivation level was lower than that of Yuanying. It is no longer difficult to breathe freely.

After several "thumping" sounds, some people couldn't bear it and knelt on the ground.

Mu Chongxi's behavior was a copy of the behavior of the sect leaders in the competition.

No matter how chaotic the scene was, the sect leaders usually only needed a plain word, with heavy pressure to shake them into submission, so he thought that just releasing a little pressure would be enough.

Chu Ling crossed his arms and smiled for a moment: "It's not enough for him to just hold people down like this."

Casual cultivators who have been working hard in the world of cultivation for many years are very good at judging others' orders, but Mu Chongxi is still not ruthless enough.

In this case, when the sword is unsheathed, it will naturally be stained with blood.

Seeing that he was young and had no intention of taking action, some high-level cultivators walked up to him despite the pressure and tried to enter the sect, "Let us in."

"You are quite leisurely in the sect. If you have this time, why don't you go to the bottom of the mountain to see the place where the demon cultivator attacked."

Mu Zhongxi's pressure did not mean to completely pin the people to the ground. Seeing them standing up, he also withdrew the pressure and explained, "We still have things to do. Let's arrange things within the sect first. Only then can I have time to help you.”

They have no time to take care of themselves now.

His explanation obviously did not satisfy others. Someone saw this and rushed in. Zhou Xingyun raised his eyebrows and wanted to draw his sword, but Yue Qingan stopped him, "Since he took the initiative, let Mu Chongxi handle it on his own." , he knows it."

After all, he is a direct disciple.If the sect leader is not here, then what they do represents the Changming Sect.

Mu Zhongxi calmed down when he saw Wu Yangyang crowding forward, like a zombie siege scene.

The morning and evening sword slashed down from the front. With the sword as the center, a large area of ​​the crowd opened up. The ground where the sword touched was dragged and opened a deep crack.

The crowd that was originally squeezing forward was frightened and quickly moved away, staying three meters away from them.

"Take another step towards Changming Sect." The young man's always bright face was calm as the cold light shone day and night, and he pursed his lower lip, "I'll kill you."

The sword is used day and night, and he likes to kill.

Strictly speaking, it is actually a vicious sword. It is not as fond of killing as Jun Jian, but it is also contaminated with viciousness.

He was really not kidding when he said he would kill these people.

The coercion of the late Nascent Soul, coupled with the dangerous red light of the spirit sword, made them really frightened for a moment.

Seeing that no one dared to move forward, Mu Chongxi turned around and left.

Yue Qing'an and others followed and walked into the Changming Sect. The path to the main peak was winding and it would take a long time to walk without wielding a sword. Mu Chongxi's indifferent expression when he drew his sword fell into the trap of secretly observing Penglai and his party. In the eyes of the harvest elders.

They all showed signs of surprise, "Nascent Soul...the later stage?"

This kid is making great progress.

Mu Chongxi was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul a few months ago.

A female elder from Changming Sect couldn't help but said: "Xiao Xi has made great progress this time."

"It's really not easy to see Mu Zhongxi's optimist showing murderous intent." They felt extremely pleasantly surprised, which meant that Chang Zongming's group of disciples who were causing trouble all day long had grown up.

When the four people arrived at the main peak of the Changming Sect, the elders were waiting. When they saw Yue Qing'an and Chu Ling, their expressions were cryptic, "These two are the direct descendants of Penglai Island, right?"

The two brothers and sisters nodded.

Elder Zhao smiled happily and said, "Xiao Xi, I didn't expect you to have such courage as you do today."

Elder Duan stood up and patted his head happily.

Facing the sudden enthusiasm from the elders, Mu Chongxi felt slightly ashamed.

It was obvious that not long ago, he was just a piece of grass that no one cared about. He was quite embarrassed to be treated so warmly when he suddenly returned to the sect.

Ming Xuan and the others arrived at the sect one step ahead of Mu Chongxi and the others. They happened to see his junior brother showing off under the reflection of the shadow stone with the elders. He curved the corners of his lips and whistled: "Okay, Mu." Chongxi."

"What about the little sister?"

Mu Chongxi scratched his head: "Well, it seems she went to find someone else."

Mingxuan was smart enough not to ask any more questions. He felt that Ye Qiao had done nothing good again. If he continued to ask questions, the elders might find out.

"Xiao Xi." Elder Zhao told him seriously: "You should have taken action as soon as the sword was unsheathed."

"What you represent is the face of the Changming Sect. If the sect master is absent, you will inherit the sect's will. No one will dare to condemn you for this."

Mu Chongxi nodded casually, "Then what would our master do?"

Qin Fanfan has no dignity as a sect leader at all, and it is difficult to imagine Qin Fanfan being angry.

Elder Duan immediately laughed: "Don't look at Qin Faner, but when it comes to important matters, you dare to disobey him and give it a try."

"Hey." Chu Ling: "Is your master very fierce?"

"Yeah, yeah." Ming Xuan shrugged slightly. He had stayed in the sect longer than the other junior brothers. At the beginning, the sect was just him and his senior brother. They knew better than anyone else that Qin Fanfan's temper was real in the early years. Very grumpy.

He didn't attend class well at that time, and he and his senior brother were chased all over the hills by their master every three days.

It may be that the Buddhists were being tortured later, which caused Qin Fanfan to look cheerful and careless all day long, "Master also has a different way of dealing with disciples who have done wrong things. If we dare to disobey him, he will kill him with one punch." We are here, but if the junior sister disobeys...

Chu Ling blinked Kazilan's big eyes curiously, "Huh?"

He spread his hands and said, "Then it's disobedient."