The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

The blue light that swept towards the fisherman was very sharp and powerful, bringing out a sound of breaking through the air.

Princess Li Gong didn't move at all, she wasn't even interested in taking a look, as if she knew that the blue light wouldn't hurt the fisherman in the slightest.

The fisherman flicked his wrist, and the fishing rod was in front of him. The blue light hit the fishing rod, and a burst of blood burst out. There was a sharp scream, and the blue light rushed into the water.

"Naughty animal, I have been waiting for you for so many days, do you want to escape like this?" The string hit the ground hard."

This blue light turned out to be a big green snake with gloomy eyes and sharp fangs, staring fiercely at the fisherman.

"Naughty animal, you have injured many animals in the mountains recently, and today is your death day." The fisherman said lightly.

The big snake seemed to understand what he said, and struggled to swim towards the lake, but its upper jaw was hooked by the fishhook, and it couldn't get rid of it at all.

With a flick of the fishing line, the big snake slammed into a sharp stone on the ground lightly like catkins, with a bang, its tongue was smashed and blood dripped.

It struggled for a while and then became completely silent.

The fisherman flicked his wrist, and the fishing line was quickly wound around the fishing rod. Then, he turned his head and glanced at Mistress Li Palace.

Outsiders would involuntarily feel fear in the face of the Palace Master, but the fisherman remained motionless, nothing unusual.

His cheeks were covered under the bamboo hat, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but there was no doubt that he was calm and fearless.

The Mistress of Li Palace looked at him, pointed to the big snake's body, and asked, "Why do you have the leisure to go down the mountain to do such a trivial matter?"

The fisherman replied: "This is not a trivial matter. You don't leave the palace all the year round. I don't know that the world is not peaceful recently, and there are many monsters."

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of Palace Mistress Li Gong, and said, "This beast hasn't turned into a monster yet, has it?"

"Its wisdom has already been developed, and it will be a matter of time before it becomes a demon. Get out as soon as possible to avoid future troubles." The fisherman said, "I don't know what's wrong with this world. I heard that the Northeast area is even less peaceful. Not only are there monsters, but there are also people. Suffered."

"Is it really that serious?"

The fisherman did not answer this question,

Because this question is too redundant.

"Did you send someone to the northeast?"

"Jian Shisan has already gone."

"Jian Shisan, heh, the Sword God is finally willing to send this beloved closed-door disciple to carry out a mission. If he goes, it will be easy to catch." The Palace Master obviously has great confidence in Jian Shisan.

"Sword God has been healing his wounds during this time. I believe you have also heard the news that he had a battle with that mysterious cultivator and suffered a little injury." The fisherman said.

"It is said that the cultivator is called Tian Chanzi. Could it be that the lord is not allowed to avenge the sword god and let him go unpunished like this?" Palace Master asked curiously.

The fisherman raised his head slightly, revealing a scar, which ran from left cheek to right cheek, across the entire face, making him look very scary.

He glanced at the palace lord, and said calmly: "My lord is grand and grand, every move has his own decision, in fact, you and I can understand it."

The palace lord showed a look of reverence on his face, and said: "The words are reasonable, we must not presume the Lord's will."

"I'm going to meet the lord first, so I won't chat with you anymore." The palace master lightly tapped his crutches on the ground, and he swept a few feet away, directly across the mountain stream, and ran to the top of the mountain.

"Let's go together!" Fisherman whispered two words softly, his wrist shook slightly, and with a swish, the fishing line flew out, entangled a tree trunk, and with a sudden swing, Fisherman shot an arrow off the string, He shot it, and stood next to the palace lord in the next second.

The two of them showed their special abilities, and they climbed up this not so majestic mountain in a short while. On the top of the mountain, the wind was bitter, the air was biting, and the ground was covered with white snow. A black house stood on the top of the mountain. Can Xue stands out in the vast white world.

The two of them stepped on the snow without a trace, and came to the front of the black house. The door, which was as black as ink, opened automatically and slowly. The fisherman stopped at the door, and the Mistress of Li Palace walked in step by step.

The door closed automatically, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Huh~

A flame rose into the air, and several oil lamps lit up in the four corners of the room, illuminating the dark room.

This black room is not wide, it is empty, it can be said to be barren, except for a chair in the front, there is nothing else at all.

A person came out from the darkness, went straight to the chair and sat down. This person wore a mask, looked deeply at the Palace Master, and said, "You are here."

His voice was desolate and deep, like echoes rippling in the valley, with a mysterious feeling that could not be explained.

The Mistress of Li Palace knelt down on one knee towards the other party, and said respectfully: "See Your Honor."

If people from Li Palace saw this scene, they would definitely be scared out of their wits. The Palace Master who has always been aloof would kneel down to a guy wearing a mask, and he would do so willingly and respectfully.

"Get up," said the Lord.

"Thank you, Lord."

"You have gained a lot from the retreat this time, and you have already reached the eighth rank of Grandmaster. Perhaps, in your lifetime, you can break through the confinement of your body and usher in an unprecedented realm of Martial King." The Lord said approvingly.

There was a hint of longing on the face of the palace master, and said: "This subordinate has always wanted to ask the lord for advice."

"You want to ask what kind of feeling it is like to be in the realm of King Wu?" The Lord asked as if he could read her heart.

The palace lord was not surprised at all, and said convincingly: "Yes."

"If you reach that level, you will know it naturally." The Lord said inscrutablely.

The palace lord lowered his head, the disappointment on his face flashed away.

"You are here this time, and I am about to give you a task. I heard that something happened to Wu Zong, and I need you to go and deal with it." The Lord said.

"What happened to Wu Zong?"

"You will know when you go."

The Palace Master didn't dare to ask again.

"This world is becoming more and more complicated. Even the tree of life has reappeared in the world. Is this the return of the cultivators?" the Lord said to himself.

"No way?" Palace Mistress Huarong turned pale, "The cultivator was expelled, how could he return?"

"There is no absolute in anything. In the past, cultivators were expelled by relying on the right time, place, people and talents. Now the world has changed, and it is no longer what it used to be." The Lord said with emotion.

"Is the Lord worried about that Tian Chanzi and Baibian Xingjun?" the Palace Master asked.

"Tian Chanzi is not enough to prove, it's just a small fight, Mr. Baibianxing should be careful. After all, he is a character from the prehistoric era. The so-called man is old and mature. Don't look at him as a child, but he is threatening. Incomparable," said His Holiness.

The palace master said in a deep voice: "This disciple has also seen this person before. This person is moody, and he is indeed a tricky guy."

"He is not only tricky, but also very smart. He didn't rush out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains relying on his own strength, but quietly lurked in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Even I have no way of knowing what he is doing. This kind of person is indeed a strong enemy. At first I thought he would rush out directly, and I was ready to deal with him, but all plans fell through." The Lord said regretfully.

"Do you want to go down and lure him out?" The Palace Master volunteered.

"Hehe, your ability is vulnerable to him, so why do you have to die in vain?" The Lord said with a light smile.

The palace lord was not angry because of this sentence, but said guiltily: "All subordinates are useless, and their strength is not enough."

"I don't blame you. Perhaps, this is my unfounded worry. Back then, the Sect Master of Wu Zong had confirmed that he had already got rid of the baby, so who else would have the ability to bring back all the cultivators from the Heaven Beyond Heaven?" the lord said suspiciously.

The palace lord's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help remembering the crisis decades ago, when Wu Zong's disciples gave birth to a baby, which turned out to be the rare Nine Suns Holy Physique.

From ancient times to the present, the Nine Suns Saint Physique has been a genius for comprehension. A person with this physique will undoubtedly become a powerful practitioner in the future.

Many mysterious and powerful practitioners are not very worried about the return of the practitioners, because they are confident that no one can do it.

But he never expected that after the cultivators were expelled, there would still be people with the physique of the Nine Yang Saint Physique in this world, which really surprised such a powerful warrior.

But fortunately, this baby was known by the warriors from the moment of birth. This is a blessing in misfortune, so that they can kill this dangerous factor in the cradle.

So, they did just that, slaying a baby, and of course, the number of people in the world who knew about it could be counted on one hand.

The palace master said in his heart that the lord did worry too much, the baby was dead, and the crisis had been resolved.

"My lord, when will you see Wu Junshan? Li Gong and Wu Zongben are the pawns you set up back then. Don't let Wu Junshan know this secret. Martial arts are always outside, which is not conducive to our actions."

"Hurry up, don't look at Wujunshan who is younger than you, but deeper than your city. I won't show up easily if I don't get to know him. I have been investigating him all these years. Those around him The old man is also observing his every word and deed, but he has not made any mistakes in these years."

"Then he is worthy of our trust?"

The Lord laughed lightly and said: "Actually, this time I sent you to Wuzong for this purpose. According to the news from Wuzong, there seems to be something wrong with Wuzong. It seems to be related to the master of the sect. I want you Go figure it out and pick out possible hidden dangers." The Lord ordered.

"This subordinate understands that whether Wu Junshan can enter the Lord's Dharma Eye depends on this time. His opportunity is right in front of him, and it depends on how he chooses." The palace master said, "I hope he will not make a wrong choice, otherwise It will be forever."

The Lord smiled lightly, noncommittal.

The Mistress of the Li Palace bid farewell, exited the dark room, and closed the door again, but the fisherman was still standing at the door, glanced at her, and said, "Are you leaving?"

"I'm not as idle as you. I'm just a hard worker." The palace owner made a joke that was quite rare.

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned into an afterimage and disappeared into Baixue's world.