Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Nie Dacheng was also very surprised when he heard Zeng Weiming's high praise. This guy didn't often praise others. It is not easy for him to express such a high evaluation today.

He also wanted to say a few nice words to heighten the atmosphere, but he could only express his shock and appreciation with the words "hold the grass".

Zeng Weiming suppressed his admiration for Wan Qiyuan and Fu Ling'er, turned around and said to Mo Zhifang and Wu Yizhi behind him,

"Don't you want revenge? Go ahead, but this sect leader reminds you that life and death are determined by destiny. Whether revenge can be successful depends on your ability. Go ahead."

Mo Zhifang was stunned after hearing this, what did the sect leader mean? Isn't the sect leader prepared to stand up for them? Or is it that the sect wants to hold them back from behind?

That's right, how could a dignified sect leader act as a pawn? You must give the enemy a head-on blow at the critical moment.

Wu Yi was in agony at the moment. He finally saw that the sect leader had no intention of making decisions for them. The sect leader must have been dissatisfied with their behavior for a long time, but he didn't want to ruin his reputation by taking action himself. However, he and Mo Zhifang happened to be stupid and sent them to their door. Didn't they just suit the sect leader's wishes? And he and Mo Zhifang were still secretly happy that the sect master stood up for them.

They didn't expect that the sect leader would come to them like this. How stupid are they to roast themselves here?

Wu Yi looked at Wan Qiyuan who was standing below him. He must be the Lord of Qiankun Palace. That handsome and handsome man stood there calmly and calmly, looking at him with his deep eyes. them.

Although he was looking down at him from high above, Wu Yi was too damned to dare to act rashly. He was extremely regretful at this moment. Why didn't he stop thinking about revenge from the beginning? Otherwise, he wouldn't be suffering as much as he is now.

"Wu Yi, Wei Ridian, the three of us will go up together. The sect master will be behind to tell us everything. What's there to be afraid of?"

Wu Yi is still thinking about what to do next. If he doesn't go up, will he lose face and lose his dignity and be unable to hold his head high in the Immortal Sword Sect in the future? If they do, they may lose their lives, and it is obviously impossible for the sect leader to help them.

He knows that some people value face more than their lives, while some people value their own lives more, but what about him?

In a few breaths, his mind was already turning, thinking of hundreds of possible scenarios. In the end, his own life prevailed, and he was ready to abandon Mo Zhifang. Standing there silently, taking silence to the extreme.

Wei Ridian, who was standing behind Nie Dacheng, was unmoved when he heard Mo Zhifang's words. Under Mo Zhifang's gaze, he finally pursed his lips and said in a deep voice,

"Brother Mo is joking. After Wei Mou has been taught by the sect leader during this period, he has realized his mistakes and will no longer be a villain who must retaliate. Now that Wei Mou has known his mistakes, he will definitely not do that kind of revenge. "As for the death of the Wei family, it means success or failure, and Wei has nothing to be reconciled to," Wei Ridian's words can't help but raise eyebrows.

Zeng Weiming glanced at Nie Dacheng. He didn't expect that this kid would still play the trick of good advice, and even persuaded Penglaixian's prickly head. Why didn't he see it in the past? Could it be that Dazhi Ruoyu was talking about people like Brother Nie? At this moment, Zeng Weiming glanced at Nie Dacheng unconsciously.

You know, it takes a lot of brains to persuade a self-righteous fool. For example, he couldn't change the idiot Mo Zhifang's behavior after spending a lot of brains and words. He was so angry that he wanted to destroy humanitarianism for a long time. Now he wants to die, why should he stop him?

"Wei Ridian, you traitor, we agreed, how dare you run away today?" Mo Zhifang was furious. He was so angry that he was about to get revenge. How dare this Wei Ridian dare to temporarily After defecting, Mo Zhifang's heart was filled with anger at being betrayed. He wanted to kill Wei Ridian at this moment, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Nie Dacheng next to him, and he gave up.

The anger in his heart was unwilling to be reconciled, so he had to move to other places. He turned around and saw Fu Ling'er below looking at him leisurely, making him feel like a clown.

Suddenly, the anger in his heart was about to burn his reason. It was this hateful woman who killed his son and grandson and made him homeless. So what hope did his lineage have?

The old and new grudges were combined, and the flames of anger instantly burned Mo Zhifang's eyes red. At this moment, he could only see the outstanding Fu Ling'er in the crowd below. Suddenly Mo Zhifang raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Fu Ling'er,

"You bitch, you killed my whole family. Today I will avenge them. I will use your blood to pay tribute to my dead family." Before he finished speaking, Mo Zhifang raised his sword and went to kill.

The momentum of that moment moved the wind and clouds, and the sword energy penetrated Changhong. With the power of thunder and powerful pressure, it killed Fu Ling'er with great speed.

Fu Ling'er was ready, but the powerful pressure of the Immortal Lord's Perfection made her breathless. She showed no timidity on her face. She secretly mobilized the power of chaos in her body to resolve the pressure, and the power pressing on her body disappeared in an instant.

"Ling'er, step back, I'll meet him,"

"No, you can't do anything at this time. You are the face of Qiankun Palace. You should hold it carefully for me. Don't let those people underestimate you. Let me do it." Fu Ling'er's words stopped Wan Qiyuan's movements. . I thought, yes, we can't let people think that the Master of Qiankun Palace is a boy who is not even an Immortal Lord. Anyway, others can't see the geometry of his cultivation, so it's just a good opportunity to do some manipulation. For a moment, Wan Qiyuan's mind was spinning. When he saw the Immortal Lord Dzogchen's long sword striking straight at him, he suddenly thought of a way.

"Ling'er, let You Ming come. This is a good time to establish your authority." Fu Ling'er knew what he meant as soon as he heard it. Time was running out, so Wan Qiyuan immediately sent a message to You Ming, "You Ming, you can defeat the enemy with one move. Can’t do it?”

You Ming, who was standing behind him, had come to stand up for his master and watch the excitement. The master suddenly pulled him out to show off, and now he's still asking whether he can do anything? Can you say this casually?

What can and won’t work? Can you speak? He is a very capable man.

You Ming didn't dare to argue with his master, so he had to take it out on someone else. This other person was Mo who happened to bump into him.

I saw You Ming flying up, raising his foot towards Mo Zhifang and kicking him away. I don’t know how strong this kick was. Anyway, the people present only saw Mo Zhifang like a rag doll, parabola towards the fairy island. Flying in the direction, as he flew, he saw the figure gradually disintegrating under the strange effects deep in the fairy island.

This picture was not bloody or scary at all. The person just disappeared so lightly. The picture was still so beautiful. However, everyone who saw the scene just now was frightened.