Chapter 15 The Powerful Jun only hates thieves
"Speak wild words!" The suzerain pointed at Zixiao Linglong's nose and shouted, "Disciple of the Wuwu Sect, take him down!"
Hearing the suzerain's order, the disciples blocked outside the gate poured into the hall like a flood, brandishing weapons and rushing towards Zixiao Linglong. At the same time, the elders of the Mist-seeking Sect jumped to the front of the crowd, put on a defensive posture, and prepared to resist Zixiao Linglong's offensive for the disciples.
"Hahahaha, the old man is waiting for you to go up together!" Zixiao Linglong didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, he suddenly untied the string wrapped around his belt, shook off the robe, and there were two fist-sized cloth bags sewn inside the robe .
Zixiao Linglong tore off the cloth pouch and crushed the two pouches forcefully. Then he instigated a wave of air, boom, with a muffled sound, a large cloud of gray smoke spread out, enveloping everyone in it. Seeing this situation, everyone retreated one after another, and at the same time raised their sleeves to cover their mouths and noses.
Seeing Zixiao Linglong spreading the gray smoke, the suzerain immediately grabbed the pen container on the table, poured out the pen inside, and shot it towards the windows around the hall.
Papa, papa, all the windows opened instantly, and the air wave urged by Zixiao Linglong suddenly had more places to vent, and rushed out of the windows immediately. The rushing air wave took away a large amount of gray smoke, making the hall clear immediately.
"Want to run? Purple Blind, Mist-seeking Sect is not a place where you can leave whenever you want!"
"When will the old man leave, hahaha..."
"No, there is something in the smoke." The Second Elder immediately reminded. After the second elder said this, everyone noticed that there was a fishy smell in the air, especially like the smell of sweat, and they couldn't distinguish it unless they smelled it carefully.
Elder Dan Fang pinched his nose and sniffed it carefully, and shouted: "Everyone, don't panic, this is the medicinal smoke of bitter orchid, this concentration of smoke can only numb the rats."
The third elder rolled up his sleeves, as if he hadn't been hurt by Zixiao Linglong just now: "Hmph, want to use medicine smoke? You really look down on our Wuxun Sect too much. What else can you do, use it quickly!"
"Third brother, why bother talking nonsense with him, take it down first and then talk." The second elder held up the iron crutch, "All disciples, go up together, and consume his flame clothes." But there are voices of discussion.
The second elder felt strange, and looked back: "What are you dawdling about, hurry up and attack with the elders."
"Second Elder, I, I can't use my kung fu!"
"Me too!"
"I can't breathe, it seems my meridians are frozen!"
"How could this be? I don't feel any sense of restraint."
The disciples seemed flustered and kept trying to activate the exercises. Some even sat cross-legged on the spot, closing their eyes and breathing out.
Hearing what the disciples said, the second elder was startled. She hurriedly practiced her skills, and a faint halo appeared on the crutches, indicating that there was nothing wrong with herself. Looking up at the other elders, they are also trying to exercise. Whether it's a glove or a sword stick with a halo on it, they're fine.
Papapapa, Zixiao Linglong gathered her spirit and clapped and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, hahahaha! You are really my good disciple, good disciple!"
Everyone was full of doubts when they heard the words, but they saw a person walking out of the crowd. The man stood in front of Zixiao Linglong and bowed his hands: "Master!"
Seeing the man's face clearly, everyone in the Xunwu Sect was astonished and stunned.
Elder Danfang couldn't believe what he saw: "Mo, Mo Junrong? Is he your master? You, you..."
Zixiao Linglong patted Mo Junrong on the shoulder: "Jun Rong grew up in my Zixiao Cave, when will he get you to be his master, are you worthy?"
"Then why did you come to find Wuzong to be an apprentice, why do you want to advise the Danfang, why do you want to manage the Danfang with all your heart?" Elder Danfang still did not give up, and asked closely.
"Elder, you seem to be a little confused!" Mo Junrong's voice was uncharacteristically cold and piercing, "I don't behave well, how could you let me be the master?"
"You and I have been with me for so many years, don't you have any affection at all?" Elder Danfang spread his hands,
The whole person kept shaking, not knowing whether to be angry or sad.
"Love? If you had let me be the cooker a few years ago, I would still remember a little bit of your affection."
"Mo Junrong, let me ask you!" The suzerain's face was so dark that ink was about to drip out, he stared firmly into Mo Junrong's eyes, "Did you tamper with the pill in the sect?"
A smile appeared on Mo Junrong's face: "The suzerain is indeed the suzerain, I guessed it so quickly. Yes, I have improved the pills. You must know that mixing each pill with air-locking condensate is a very difficult task. Hard work."
Mo Junrong shook his head: "It's a pity, you guys in the Qi Condensation Realm don't take low-grade pills for daily use."
The suzerain's heart tightened, and he understood that it was a kind of medicine that could lock the meridians of the user for a short time. The effect of this medicine is so overbearing that even Zixiao Linglong can be tricked. And regardless of the type of exercise, as long as your exercise needs to go through the meridians, this medicine can lock it.
But the air-locking dew has a disadvantage, the effect of the medicine needs other things to trigger, and the bitter orchid medicine smoke released by Zixiao Linglong at the beginning can just trigger the air-locking dew. Now that so many disciples have been affected by the air-locking dew, they will not be able to fight for at least four hours.
"Hahaha!" Zixiao Linglong gave a thumbs up, "The heroes of the world come from my generation, and the hero must be Mo Junrong!"
"Thank you, master, for your compliment."
"Bah!" The elder sister spit on the ground, "He is a fart hero, he is just a moth, a moth that gnaws at the foot of a pillar..."
Mo Junrong said coldly: "Now swear a little more, you won't have to swear soon." Then he moved closer to Zixiao Linglong's ear and whispered a few words.
"Sovereign, lord, now the entire sect is dominated by your Qi Condensation Realm. I advise you to reconsider and merge into my Zixiao Cave. I promise, in the future, besides me, you will be the biggest in Zixiao Cave." Zi Xiao Linglong glanced across the hall, and paused when she came to the elder sister.
"Zi Blind, don't think that a Qi Brilliant Realm is great. My Mist-seeking Sect is by no means a vegetarian. If you want to eat Mist-seeking Sect, you have to step over our Qi Condensation Realm first!" The suzerain suddenly raised his voice, "Xun Wuzong Everyone in the Wu Sect except the Qi Condensation Realm, leave the Hall of Discourse on the Heart, and don't let me see your shadows!"
The surrounding disciples looked at each other, unwilling to leave.
The sixth elder opened his hand and pushed the disciples out of the door forcefully: "Go, go! Wait for the fight, the elder can't protect you. Go!"
"Listen to the elders, let's go quickly, don't become a burden."
"Hurry up, let's get out of here quickly, and we can help by finding a way to recover sooner." Some disciples came to their senses and helped the Sixth Elder to dissuade everyone from leaving.
The disciples retreated little by little, but Zixiao Linglong didn't intend to stop them. With his hands behind his back, he narrowed his eyes and waited patiently. Not long after, there were only a dozen or so people left in the Hall of Discourse on Heart.
The suzerain observed the number of people on both sides and calculated silently in his heart. Excluding Zixiao Linglong in Zixiao Cave, there are still three elders in the Qi Condensation Realm who are capable of fighting. In addition to himself and his disciple Yunyou, there are six elders in the Mist Seeking Sect.
In this way, the Mist-seeking Sect must use the strength of five people to defeat Zixiao Linglong, but judging from the fact that the third elder was sent flying with a single palm, it would be very difficult to rely on only five people.
"Sovereign, have you made up your mind? If you don't think about it, I will strike first." Zixiao Linglong stretched out her hand and waved to the side. One of the elders of Zixiao Cave took off his robe, revealing the wooden box on his back .
Open the wooden box and take out the weapon inside, it is a hatchet shining with a pale cold light. The side of the hatchet has a ferocious tiger head pattern, and the handle is inlaid with white bone carvings.
Zixiao Linglong took the hatchet and let out the aura again. The purple brilliance flowed back and forth on the knife surface, making the hatchet look a little longer.