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"Is the Supreme Monk really that powerful?" Li Ruolan asked.
The inspector's martial arts are not very strong, but he still dares to travel around the world, because the inspector knows a miraculous skill, activates the secret of the Great Light, and then activates this miraculous skill, and escapes so fast that almost no one can catch up.
However, this technique also has shortcomings. Sometimes, it is too late to use it and the person has already been seriously injured, like the last time Brother Ji went on a trip to Daji. Furthermore, if this technique is used, one's vitality will be severely damaged, and it will take a year and a half to recover.
If you know the power of the Supreme Monk in advance, you will directly activate this technique once you encounter it, and the Supreme Monk will be helpless.
Chu Li sighed: "He can avoid my flying knife."
Li Ruolan frowned.
Junior Brother Zhao's own cultivation level is not top-notch, and it has not recovered now. He relies on the bright sword to run rampant. Once the bright sword is restrained, it is equivalent to taking away his sharpest weapon, like a toothless tiger.
Chu Li said: "There is no invincible martial arts, and the same goes for the Bright Sword."
"Then you really have to be careful." Li Ruolan solemnly warned.
Chu Li smiled and said: "I don't only have the Bright Sword."
Li Ruolan shook his head.
His current cultivation level is weak, and he is not as good as himself without the Bright Sword. He is really lucky to have escaped from the hands of the Supreme Monk!
She was a little scared when she thought of this: "Recover your cultivation quickly!"
Chu Li nodded.
The two of them passed through the North City Gate side by side, followed the lively central avenue, and arrived at the castle guard's mansion in the center of the city.
Li Ruolan showed his badge and was quickly led to the hall by the foreign manager.
Someone spoke in the hall, it was Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun.
"Who is outside? Come in." A gentle voice came from inside.
Chu Li had already visualized the scene in the hall in his mind.
There is a middle-aged man sitting in the Taishi chair in Zhengbei. He has gray hair, is not tall but has a burly body, thick and thick, not handsome in appearance, rough and charming, and is laughing.
Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun were sitting in the Taishi chair below him, laughing together.
Li Ruolan and Chu Li entered the hall.
When Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun saw the two of them, they stood up in surprise: "Junior Brother Zhao, you are back!"
Chu Li clasped his fists.
Li Ruolan bowed and said, "I have met Altar Master Mo."
"Haha, Ruolan, you have worked hard on this trip. The elixir is waiting for you here." The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Chu Li: "Is this Zhao Dahe?"
Li Ruolan turned to look at Chu Li and winked: "This is Mo Qianjun, Mo Tanzhu, Mo Cuicui's father."
Chu Li clasped his fists calmly as usual: "I've met Altar Master Mo!"
"Haha, Zhao Dahe, we are enemies on a narrow road!" Mo Qianjun laughed and said: "You killed Qingqing, and I found someone to plot against you. It's even. If we don't fight, we won't get to know each other!"
Chu Li cupped his fists and saluted, his face expressionless.
Mo Qianjun's cultivation is profound, even better than Fang Qingyang's.
If he was still doubtful before joining the religion, he now understands that becoming a Dharma King does require luck, strong martial arts is the basic, and he also needs to have enough merit.
Mo Qianjun is like this. He has enough cultivation and not enough merit, but he cannot be promoted to Dharma King. Even if his martial arts is stronger than Fang Qingyang, it is useless.
The Guangming Holy Cult emphasizes practical application in the world. The stronger the martial arts, the greater the deeds and achievements. If one has tyrannical martial arts in vain and does not go out to do things, he can only be an ordinary disciple.
Those who can be promoted to the altar master are all those who are proficient in worldly affairs and clever in their methods. It stands to reason that with enough cultivation, becoming a Dharma King is a matter of course. Mo Qianjun was unlucky and got stuck.
He must have come to Luoqiu City to make great achievements and strive for the throne of Dharma King.
Chu Li saw through what he was thinking, but he was even more vigilant. He could restrain his hatred and greet him with a smile. This kind of guy must be careful to be careful.
Zhou Jinchun said: "Master Mo, if it weren't for Junior Brother Zhao's help this time, we wouldn't have been able to get through. There were masters from Quedao Palace and Haicang Mountain to stop us. In the end, even masters from Zhuanlun Temple were dispatched. They really think highly of us. !”
Mo Qianjun frowned and said, "Zhuan Lun Temple?"
"Yes." Zhou Jinchun shook his head and said: "This red-robed monk is not easy to mess with. The little flying wheel was so scary that I almost had my head cut off. Fortunately, Junior Brother Zhao rescued him. Junior Brother Zhao entangled him from behind and we were able to catch up. come over!"
"Which monk?" Mo Qianjun looked at Chu Li.
Li Ruolan said: "The best."
Mo Qianjun's face darkened: "Zhi! Shan!"
His face quickly stiffened, as if made of stone, glowing blue, and extremely ugly.
"Altar Master Mo knows about this supreme monk?" Zhou Jinchun asked: "Have we ever fought against him?"
"Hey, Zhi Shan!" Mo Qianjun shook his head.
Li Ruolan winked and signaled Zhou Jinchun not to ask any more questions.
Zhou Jinchun said hurriedly: "Altar Master Mo, the elixir has been delivered, we will go back to resume our lives. What can Master Mo have to say?"
"Now that you're here, don't be in a hurry to go back." Mo Qianjun's expression quickly returned to normal, and he smiled again: "It's not too late to leave after two days' rest!"
"The manpower in the teaching is tight, I'm afraid there will be more missions." Zhou Jinchun said.
Mo Qianjun said: "In the next two days, I will entertain you well. You are really timely and have helped us a lot!"
Li Ruolan said: "Master Mo, how is the situation in Luoqiu City?"
"It's okay." Mo Qianjun smiled and said, "Junior sister Lu and I are here, and there are several experts from the other three sects."
"They didn't cause trouble, did they?" Li Ruolan frowned.
Mo Qianjun smiled and said, "How could you dare to cause trouble after this?"
"That's good." Li Ruolan nodded lightly: "Why haven't you seen Senior Sister Lu?"
"She was a little injured." Mo Qianjun shook his head and said with a smile, "Go and see her. She's in the backyard."
He raised his voice and said, "Come here!"
A young girl in a green shirt came in: "Altar Master."
"Take them to meet Junior Sister Lu."
"yes."
The girl in green shirt left with four people.
Mo Qianjun stared at Chu Li's back, thoughtfully.
Chu Li felt his gaze, and his murderous intent was restrained. If he hadn't been sensitive, he wouldn't have been able to feel this trace of murderous intent.
He turned to look at Mo Qianjun.
Mo Qianjun smiled and nodded.
Chu Li had a cold face, turned around and followed the others out.
Mo Qianjun's smile remained and did not disappear because Chu Li disappeared.
Walking on the gravel path, surrounded by lush flowers and trees, Zhou Jinchun said excitedly: "Finally, I can meet Junior Sister Lu!"
Ji Xin hummed, "Senior Brother Zhou, do you really like Junior Sister Lu?"
"Of course!" Zhou Jinchun said, "There are a few people in our teaching who don't like Junior Sister Lu!"
Ji Xin shook her head, unable to understand.
Although Junior Sister Lu is as beautiful as Junior Sister Li, she is hot-tempered and domineering, which is completely opposite to her sweet and cute appearance. She doesn't have any feeling of gentleness like water in a woman, so she is not worth liking!
The four of them followed the girl in green across the two courtyards and arrived at a small, exquisite and elegant courtyard.
There are several sparse green bamboos at the base of the west wall. In the center of the courtyard is a flower garden with a low couch in the center.
A well-behaved girl with exquisite facial features was sitting on the couch, her face was pale and bloodless, and she was staring blankly at the blooming flowers.
"Junior sister Lu, where's your arm!" Zhou Jinchun stepped into the courtyard and shouted.
The girl's left arm was empty and had been cut off to the shoulder level. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit m.read for a better reading experience.