White-Robed Chief

"Okay, according to you." Song Wanqing nodded gently, "I will leave it to you, I will not participate."

"Thank you, Master!" Sun Mingyue solemnly said.

Song Wanqing sighed: "Master is about to ascend to the sky. In the future, you will have only one person. Don't be emotional."

"Yes." Sun Mingyue nodded hard.

Song Wanqing took a look at Chu Li: "Chu Li, you have to help her more, even if she becomes the leader, you don't give up."

Chu Li smiled: "Seniors rest assured."

Song Wanqing nodded and went away.

Sun Mingyue sighed sighily, after returning to the case, holding her jaw in one hand, fell into silence.

Chu Li looked up at the sky, his eyes stunned, immersed in the void of his mind, deducing the mystery of Bahezhen, thinking about the way to crack.

"Come!" Sun Mingyue suddenly exclaimed.

Du Ying came in lightly with a blue shirt, and gave a gift.

"Call these people over," Sun Mingyue said.

She wrote down twenty-five people with a swipe of her pen, and she flicked her fingers. Two letterheads came to Du Ying gently. Du Ying took it with her hands, and glanced away, leaving gently.

"Chu Li, you avoid it first." Sun Mingyue said.

Chu Lijin disappeared suddenly.

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Sun Mingyue summoned the twenty-five old men to him, and told them that he was going to assassinate Zhong Wancheng, and he was opposed by them. They thought it was a death.

Zhong Wancheng was so easy to assassinate. He died a hundred times early, and the grandfather killed him long ago.

Although Daqiu Tieqi is not as good as the grandfather, he is only one step behind. The grandfather has always regarded him as a nail in the eye and sent many top masters to assassinate. Time and again, Zhong Wancheng still lives well.

An old man with a pale eyebrow and a yellow complexion hugged his fists and said in a deep voice: "Sir, it is not that we are not in compliance with the order. It is too risky, there is no chance of winning, it is simply a death!"

Sun Mingyue looked at him indifferently: "Old Jiang means not to go?"

"If the virgin has to insist that we go, how can we be disobedient as subordinates." Jiang Fengshan said in a deep voice.

Sun Mingyue said: "Lao Jiang means that this seat will let you die."

"We don't mean anything like that," Jiang Fengshan shook his head, "how can the maiden do such a thing!"

"Sir, are we old men occupying the place and hindering the sister's eyes?" Another tall, burly old man with a face like a jujube snorted, "Would you like to let us go?"

Sun Mingyue calmly said: "Meng Lao said this heart-warmingly, there are nine bright peaks. There are many places in this place. I am afraid that there are not enough experts in the peak and the strength is not strong. Your predecessors are treasures of Zhenshan. How can I have the heart to use it. "

"The maiden lifts us up the bad old men!" Meng Guangzhi said coldly.

Sun Mingyue glanced at him, calm in his heart, he didn't care about these cold words, said faintly: "This war, there is Zhong Wancheng, commander in chief, we will definitely lose. Do you have no doubt about this?"

Everyone was silent.

They all know Zhong Wancheng's ability. Dali has also lost many times under his hands. The last victory was due to Zhong Wancheng's failure to unite soldiers. This time there is no luck and he will definitely lose.

The assassination of Zhong Wancheng was indeed a last resort, and he could not help but do what they want the bright religion to do!

"Sir, are we the only one, and the other three are not going?" Meng Guangzhi hummed.

Sun Mingyue shook his head: "They can't count on them, who will let us be the first one, and this kind of thing must be rushed ahead. If your predecessors are really unwilling, then forget it, this seat will be shot in person."

Everyone was silent.

This is the best. Death is also the dead maiden, which is exactly what they want.

A skinny old man said in a deep voice: "If the maiden took the shot herself, there would be no place for our old faces!"

The crowd glared at him, staring at him fiercely.

The thin old man said: "Zhong Wancheng is very strong in the guards around him, and he will not work if there are fewer people."

"A total of twenty-five predecessors should be enough." Sun Mingyue said: "If there are more people, it will be easily detectable, and it is no different from a strong attack, there is no death or life."

Hu Gaofeng, the skinny old man, had been secretly subdued by her and was afraid to obey, so she knew the movements of these old guys, and four of the twenty-five were also hers.

"This is also true." Hu Feng nodded.

They all secretly hated and scolded the vicious girl, and used this trick to kill someone with a knife.

They can do everything, but they can't disobey.

I was really anxious for her, and directly went to the leader of the church. They couldn't break the order, they could only obediently kill Zhong Wancheng, otherwise they would be pointed by the people in the church and could not stand.

Du Ying suddenly came in, walked to Sun Mingyue and handed a small note.

Sun Mingyue glanced down and nodded gently: "Well, let's talk about it here first, this matter should be kept secret and come out in three days!"

"... Yes." The crowd fisted out helplessly.

Their hearts were indignant, thinking about how to save themselves, not to die.

When they left, a flash of Sun Mingyue appeared at Chu Li's original retreat.

In the crystal-clear cave, Chu Lizheng was sitting cross-legged, with eight stones in front of his knees, moving quickly, dazzling.

After Sun Mingyue came in, he saw a small pebble in the shadow, and looked up at Chu Li with curiosity.

Chu Li smiled and said, "This is Bahezhen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Bahezhen?" Sun Mingyue was surprised.

She looked closely for a while, but could not see the trajectory of their movement, as if they were a whole, turning into a stone rotating, this eight-joint array was really powerful and well-known.

Chu Lidao said: "You are looking for eight martial arts. I will talk about Bahezhen and let them practice."

"Okay." Sun Mingyue nodded.

She disappeared suddenly, Chu Li disappeared, and one piece appeared in the hall of light.

Sun Mingyue greeted Du Ying and said the names of eight people.

When Du Ying left, Chu Li smiled and said, "Those old guys must rely on the old and sell the old. Don't you give me a lot of anger?"

Sun Mingyue said: "It's okay, don't worry about it."

Chu Li held his fists in admiration.

Few are so capable, and as a woman, she is so easy-going and admirable.

A quarter of an hour later, eight middle-aged men came to the Hall of Light, each reporting their names.

Chu Li taught them eight sets of footwork in the hall, one for each person. These steps are very simple. They will learn it once, and then practice the footwork together. Array.

But seeing people moving through, I can't see who is exactly like a shadow.

Sun Mingyue nodded slowly.

Chu Li smiled: "This is the Bahezhen, let those old guys try to break the battle."

"... Thank you very much." Sun Mingyue slowly said.

Deriving a set of matrix formations is not easy, it is very labor-intensive, and she is grateful.

Chu Li smiled, "What else do we say?"

Sun Mingyue glanced at him.

Chu Li was as if the eight were still there, smiling and holding his fist: "Then I'll come again someday."

He disappeared suddenly. 8

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