Fifteen minutes later.
The hall of the Infinite Sword School!
Zhao Jin sat firmly in the high hall, Li Zhao and Blood Sacrifice stood beside him, Zuo Zimu from the east, Xin Shuangqing from the west, and the rest of the disciples stood behind him with green steel swords in their hands…
The hall was quiet, with only the sound of Zhao Jin touching his teacup from time to time!
"Let me go, let me go…"
A crisp female voice came from outside the door. Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a blue headscarf and plain clothes appeared. Behind him were more than 20 disciples, each holding a large knife in their hands.
The saber was curved like a crescent moon, and there was a hook on the back of the saber.
Two of the disciples looked disdainful as they pinned down a 15 or 16-year-old girl. The girl was dressed in pink and green. Her face was pure, her face was tender, and her eyes were clear and bright. She looked a little cute.
The moment she walked into the hall, the girl stopped struggling. Instead, she curiously sized up the people in the hall.
"You are Zuo Zimu?" The middle-aged man glanced at the hall and then locked his gaze on Zhao Jin, who was sitting at the head of the table!
The Infinite Sword School was a famous school in Yunnan. Zuo Zimu was also quite famous. He had been in charge of the Infinite Sword School for more than ten years. Although Sikong Xuan had never seen Zuo Zimu, he knew that Zuo Zimu was at least thirty-five or even forty-something years old!
However, in this mountain of Infinite Sword School, who else could sit at the top except Zuo Zimu? Therefore, his words were filled with doubt.
"Impudent!" Li Zhao didn't wait for Zhao Jin to speak as he took a step forward and shouted.
Li Zhao had used his inner strength to make this sound. It was like a bronze bell, deafening the ears. The ground was struck by thunder, and dust flew into the air with a rumble! The few disciples of the Divine Farmer Gang were caught off guard and were forced back a few steps. They felt as if someone had hammered their chests, and a bloody feeling surged in their hearts. They were in quite a sorry state.
Compared to the disciples of the Shennong Gang, the Infinite Sword School's side was much better. It could be seen that Li Zhao's control of his inner energy was just right!
Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing couldn't help but look at each other with admiration and surprise. What dense inner strength! Not to mention the other party's skills, at least this move was not inferior to Shaolin's Lion's Roar. They were far inferior!
Was an expert from the palace really that powerful?
The young girl was also startled, but she soon regained her senses. Her eyes shone with craftiness, as if she had discovered a new continent! He secretly sized up Zhao Jin!
The corner of Zhao Jin's mouth twitched slightly as he shouted softly,"Li Zhao! Retreat!"
Who didn't know how to show off?
Li Zhao's actions not only dispelled the aura of the people from the Shennong Gang, but also added to his own mysteriousness. At this moment, his aura suppressed the other party by a notch! And Zhao Jin's understatement increased Zhao Jin's dominant position!
" You must be Sikong Xuan of the Shennong Sect…" Zhao Jin said with a smile.
"I am…May I ask your name?”
At this moment, if Sikong Xuan still didn't have eyes and couldn't tell that something was wrong, then he would really lose his face. He had already known Zuo Zimu's martial arts skills. How could a third-rate sect have such an expert? The answer was definitely yes!
He swept his eyes over the two people sitting on the east and west sides. If his guess was correct, this man should be Zuo Zimu, and the one beside him should be Xin Shuangqing.
This was Immeasurable Mountain! Zuo Zimu was the master. The master sat on both sides while the other sat at the head of the table. Clearly, the other party's status was something they had to respect! Otherwise, why would they be like this? People in the martial world, especially those from the righteous sects, cared a lot about their reputation.
The other party was young, elegant, and had such a master's servant. It was very rare in the martial arts world to be able to make Zuo Zimu sit silently on the side! His status in the martial world was definitely not low!
Suddenly, Sikong Xuan thought of a person in the martial world. Murong Fu?
In the pugilistic world, Nan Murong of Beiqiao Peak was an illustrious name! Murong Fu was said to be a handsome and elegant man! He was handsome!
"My name is Zhao Yi…I'm just an idle person…"
"Zhao Yi?" Sikong Xuan was stunned. It wasn't Murong Fu? Then, he secretly laughed in his heart and mocked himself! That's true. Murong in the South and Qiao in the North. What kind of status did Murong have? Why would he join in the fun? Then, he muttered at the corner of his mouth. He racked his brains and thought,'I haven't heard of such a person in the martial arts world.'
However, he looked at Li Zhao again. How many people could there be in the vast Jianghu with such an expert as a servant?
"Gang Leader Sikong, although I don't know how Head Zuo's Infinite Sword School offended you, but for my sake, can you let this matter rest?”Zhao Jin said with a faint smile.
“……”
Sikong Xuan was stunned for a moment. Zhao Yi? Did an unknown guy know the rules of the martial world?
Putting aside the fact that he was deliberately finding trouble this time, the people of the martial arts world had already come to their doorstep. Would an unknown person like him be able to settle the matter just because he said so? Do you think you can sell cabbages on the streets and buy them as you please? When you encounter a forced purchase or sale, can any random uncle be the peacemaker? Taking ten thousand steps back, he was willing, but Zuo Zimu wasn't, right?
Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing were happy to watch the show.
However, since Zhao Jin didn't mention it, they naturally didn't dare to say anything…They were happy to see the other party fall.
"What's wrong? Gang Leader Sikong didn't say anything. Was there a problem? Or are you going to admit it?" Zhao Jin said indifferently.
“……”
He was speechless!
"Since Sect Leader Sikong doesn't say anything, then this Zhao will take it as Sect Leader Sikong agreeing?”
“……”
"Who do you think you are? "An unknown pretty boy dares to come out and be a peacemaker…You…" A disciple beside Sikong Xuan was already impatient. He took two steps forward and shouted.
"Impudent!"
Before the disciple could finish his sentence, he heard a loud explosion. Then, he felt a huge force pushing against his chest. He was like a kite with a broken string. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he flew back three feet. He fell to the ground and moaned dispiritedly, as if he would die at any moment.
"Who are you to order my master around? You overestimate yourself!" Blood Sacrifice snorted coldly.
'Snatch'! Snatch! Snatch!
Ding! Ding!
In an instant, the entire hall was filled with swords and sabers. Everyone drew their sabers one after another, and the atmosphere was extremely tense!
Sikong Xuan's face turned green and red. The other party had attacked him without saying a word. Where would he put his face? However, he didn't dare to make a move easily. He knew his own limits when it came to this youth's punch just now. Even if he went up, he wouldn't be able to receive it!
"You…Who are you…How can you be so cruel…Are you from the Demon Sect?？”Sikong Xuan suddenly thought of something.
Wasn't Ming Cult's Zhang Wuji also young and elegant? His subordinates were as many as the clouds!
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