I Just Want To Be Quiet

On the main seat, between the seats shrouded in chaos and mist, the high-ranking monks of the two realms, all of them looked solemn.

This fourth true biography of the Heavy Mingzong, the sword spirit displayed, is domineering and indomitable, and the sword intent is pure and condensed, just like the essence.

Its breath is pure and lively, completely natural.

When he first entered Yuan Ying, he already had the atmosphere of an ordinary Mortal Ying later monk!

With this kind of strength, this kind of deep and abnormal foundation, among the same generation, I am afraid that there is no second person to find!

Thinking of this, the five ancestors of the righteous way, without any hesitation, immediately spread a message to the true heirs underneath: "Today, you just have to look good, and observe this Pei Ling's shot."

"You don't have to challenge yourself."

"He must be the Son of the Demon Sect today, so there is no need to do so."

At the same time, the demon's side is also transmitting: "This Pei Ling is extremely strong, even if there is no protector, it is enough to stand the saint son."

"You don't want to act rashly, lest you get killed by the other party taking the opportunity to climb the blood ladder."

"Unless the true story on the pseudo-dao side goes up first, and it's exhausted before it can be shot."

The true disciples immediately agreed.

At this time, Su Lijing sipped the spirit wine lightly, looking through the heavy fog, observing Pei Ling on the blood ladder, and nodded slightly.

This kid had just broken the Dan Ningying, and he had not had time to cultivate the magical powers and techniques of the Nascent Soul Stage.

However, the opponent is taking the sword path, as long as the realm rises, the dependence on magical powers and spells will only get lower and lower.

Its strength at the moment is no less than Li Hunting Yue when he climbed the blood ladder of the ten thousand races.

Thinking of this, Su Lijing said to the ancestors of the Li family: "With Peiling's strength, there is no problem in climbing the blood ladder of the ten thousand races. Even if the eight factions are challenged repeatedly, they cannot change the result."

"But I don't know, does Li have any arrangements?"

Hearing this, the ancestors of the Li family knew the meaning of the suzerain, and the sound transmission replied: "I have already confessed to him."

Su Lijing nodded, very good!

The Li family was just like he thought, and now the eight factions are all here, just taking advantage of this opportunity to get rid of some future opponents of the Saint Sect in advance, and also greatly promote the prestige of the Saint Sect!

So, Su Lijing smiled faintly and announced in public: "Pei Ling has climbed the blood ladder of the ten thousand races without any guardians. You can send your disciples to challenge with confidence."

His voice was clear and soft, but like a billowing thunder, it instantly filled the whole world.

For a time, all the creatures inside and outside the Chongming Sect could hear clearly.

The people of the eight factions all looked at Su Lijing with weird expressions.

After a while, he responded vaguely: "I got it."

"Sect Master Su really loves Guizong, the arrogant talent."

"This Peiling is indeed very powerful."

"...I'm just waiting to come here to watch the ceremony. As for the challenge, let's look at the children's interest."

"Yes, they are all disciples of the same generation. Let them take care of the children's affairs."

"They will challenge if they are willing to challenge, and forget about them if they are unwilling."

"I brought them to Guizong this time, just to let them have a long experience..."

"Yes, it is the most important thing to broaden your horizons, nothing else matters..."

Seeing that the eight factions responded mediocrely, and the answer was even more casual, Su Lijing frowned, realized something randomly, and looked at Si Hong again.

Sure enough, Si Hongqing didn't know when, she put on a cold expression again, and her whole body was boiling with anger, staring at Pei Ling on the blood ladder, looking dark and murderous.

Su Lijing shook his head slightly. This Si Hongqing is also considered to have a degree of advancement and retreat in normal times, not the kind of person who doesn't know the generality.

Otherwise, even if it is his wife who is married, he will not let her power alone when he is busy practicing and has no time to pay attention to the family affairs.

But he did not expect that this wife, who has always performed well, was so narrow-minded at the critical moment, which really disappointed him.

Thinking of this, Su Lijing suddenly dissatisfied with the voice again: "My Zong Tianjiao is climbing the blood ladder of the ten thousand races. This is a happy event for the successors. The eight schools are very envious now. You act like this, just like the ignorance in the ordinary market. Woman, is there any kind of style that Saint Sect Master's wife should have?!"

Si Hongqing listened, her fingers had already squeezed the wine cup into a ball, her eyes changed drastically, and finally, she sneered, and the sound transmission replied: "Okay."

In the next moment, she condensed all her breath, and immediately closed her eyes to sleep.

Su Lijing's expression was unhappy, Si Hongqing was too selfish, but now the ceremony is going on, and in full view, he can't directly reprimand the other party, otherwise, it will only make the other eight factions more jokes.

So he smiled and said apologetically: "Naizi has made some problems recently because of his cultivation, so I ask you not to be offended if you have a bad mood and rudeness."

The eight high-ranking monks looked at Su Lijing at first, but it was a bit weird.

Hearing this, they all looked shocked.

Si Hongqing is the wife of Su Lijing. Even if the relationship between the two parties is not good, he is a Taoist couple who concludes a marriage contract with three media and six certificates.

Right now the other party's wife is being used by the disciples in public. Not only is the other party not angry, but also blames his own wife for being rude?

this……

This is no surprise to Su Lijing himself, how could they have any opinions?

For a time, not only the monks of the righteous way were dumbfounded, but even the natural teachings and the reincarnation tower were shocked!

This is obviously Chongmingzong, not Wushishanzhuang...

Do not!

Even in Wushi Mountain Villa, such things can't happen!

The monks in Wushi Mountain Villa all boasted the reincarnation of immortals, and there are more immortal venerable, golden immortal, and immortal king Linchen, but the most basic face is still needed.

If the true wife was put to sleep by the disciple below, it would not be possible to say that things happened to the owner, or to an ordinary elder at random!

But this Sect Master Su... not only is not angry at all, he is also afraid that the world will not know?

This mind and strength are completely beyond the cognition of all of them!

Knowing that Su Lijing didn't care about this, why should they call their ancestors over to sit down?

There was a weird silence for a while. Just when Su Lijing thought he had said something wrong, Immortal King Xuanzhu of Wushi Villa showed a smile and slapped his palms in praise: "Unexpectedly, Sect Master Su has already surveyed for decades. Break this world of vain and see the truth."

"It's no wonder that when I saw it today, the cultivation base was better than before."

Su Lijing glanced at Immortal King Xuanzhu calmly, even though he said the other party's words, he was sincerely complimenting his Dao Xin. But Wushi Mountain Villa is a group of mindless lunatics. What these lunatics say, whether they are praised or belittled, can't be taken into their hearts.

Therefore, Su Lijing said casually: "The fairy king is overwhelmingly acclaimed, the illusionist Xiaozong, the cultivation base character, compared with all the immortals, are beyond the dust."

"These years of hard cultivation, but only a slight improvement, should not be praised by the fairy king."