People stared at each other with their eyes wide open.

This Zhuyinsi is so difficult for the Juling Sect to be so hard. It seems that it really covets the Qiankun Spirit Sword, but it is too unscrupulous?

Zhou Aoshuang glanced at everyone and said lightly: "Do you think my Zhuyinsi is for the Qiankun Spirit Sword?"

"Haha..." Zhao Mu laughed in anger: "If it weren't for the Spirit Sword, why is that?"

"Justice." Zhou Aoshuang said slowly: "The law of nature!"

"Haha..." Zhao Mu laughed.

Zhou Aoshuang was as cold as ice and sneered: "Do you think it's ridiculous?"

"What if it's otherwise?"

"Do you think justice and the law of nature are ridiculous?" Zhou Aoshuang said coldly.

"It's just a fig leaf. Why didn't Master Zhou say it's for the Spirit Sword? Isn't it too hypocritical?"

People nodded one after another.

This move is indeed both hypocritical and pretending.

Zhou Aoshuang said in a deep voice: "You think justice and the law of nature are ridiculous, but this is what I pursue in Zhuyinsi!"

"Haha..." Zhao Mu laughed and shook his head: "Master Zhou, you can really joke."

Zhou Aoshuang said slowly: "When people live in the world, most people are for fame and profit. But as a martial artist, if they cannot be chivalrous, help the weak, and help the poor, what are they saying they are warriors? For fame and fortune, warriors should pursue the word "chief"!"

Li Chengkong mentioned this to her. She kept it in her heart and could not forget it. She said it at this time.

Everyone frowned and felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably.

At this moment, Zhou Aoshuang seemed to be emitting a soft light all over her body. She could not look directly at her, which made them feel inexplicably ashamed.

They consider themselves to be people of fame and fortune, and what Zhou Aoshuang said was obviously what she thought, so it makes people feel so uncomfortable.

Zhou Aoshuang said slowly: "What I pursue invincible in the world, not the unity of power to pursue greater interests, but justice and fairness to show the laws of nature!"

Everyone was silent.

Zhou Aoshuang said in a deep voice: "If you want to gain greater benefits, then don't enter the door of Zhuyinsi. If you want to seek fairness and justice, you can join Zhuyinsi."

"Master Zhou, you are beautiful, but you may not be able to do it." Zhao Mu stopped smiling without realizing it, and his face was solemn.

Zhou Aoshuang smiled faintly: "Work the best in this direction, and even if you can't do it, you will have a clear conscience."

"Master Zhou is really good at bewitching people's hearts." Zhao Mu forced a smile.

Zhou Aoshuang looked at him coldly: "Take the spiritual sword, my disciples of Zhuyinsi should not fall into the hands of others."

She looked at Zhou Haokun: "Don't you go to heal?"

"It doesn't matter to me." Zhou Haokun hurriedly said: "Master, I want to stay and see."

"Yeah, that's fine." Zhou Aoshuang didn't force her.

"Haha..." Zhao Mu laughed again.

Zhou Aoshuang frowned: "What's ridiculous about this? Could it be that your disciples of the Giant Spirit Sect have been taken away by someone and will not help get it back?"

"This thing is already a thing of my Giant Spirit Sect." Zhao Mu shook his head.

Zhou Aoshuang said: "It was your Giant Spirit Sect who robbed me of the disciples of Zhuyinsi, so why did it become your Giant Spirit Sect's object?"

"The Qiankun Spirit Sword was originally a masterless thing, and it was snatched by Zhou Haokun. If we snatch it from him, it will naturally belong to us."

"Do you think you are not planning to return the Qiankun Spirit Sword?" Zhou Aoshuang said, "You want to be ignorant?"

"Of course, whoever grabs the owner will be counted as the one who gets it." Zhao Mu smiled.

Zhou Aoshuang said: "It's very good. I heard that your Juling Sect's martial arts are unique and different from the world."

"Zhou Si mainly advised me?" Zhao Mu said.

Zhou Aoshuang nodded.

Zhao Mu shook his head: "Even if I defeat me, I will not hand over the Qiankun Spirit Sword. Master Zhou will lose his heart."

"If you don't fight the Spirit Sword, then you will defeat more people. Let's see if the Qiankun Spirit Sword is important or your disciples of the Giant Elephant Sect are important."

"Haha..." Zhao Mu laughed again.

Zhou Aoshuang said coldly: "Smile! Smile! Smile! What else do you do besides laughing?"

After saying that, she patted her lightly.

Her graceful figure is as elegant as willow branches, coming lightly.

Zhao Mu glared at his eyes and suddenly punched him.

"Bang!" Zhao Mu flew ten feet away and crashed into the woods, breaking four trees in one breath.

Everyone's eyes widened.

They had seen Zhao Mu and Zhou Aoshuang have had a move before, but at that time it seemed that Zhou Aoshuang was at a disadvantage.

Although I feel that as the head of Zhuyinsi, my martial arts skills and cultivation are superb, I should not be able to defeat Zhao Mu.

But Zhao Mu is obviously also a top master of the Giant Elephant Sect, and a young genius may not be inferior to Zhou Aoshuang.

It seems not now.

The four young men in red shirts who were responsible for welcoming guests and the few female disciples who were responsible for serving the distinguished guests in the monastery did not care.

Their most powerful thing is not their skills, but their bodies.

The strength of the body is more desperate than the indestructible Vajra.

Vajra is indestructible, but it can still be broken in the end. And their bodies are not only difficult to break, but can recover quickly even if they are broken.

The blood that flows out can return, and the broken flesh and blood quickly return to its original state, as if it has not been injured.

People were surprised, lost their voices, and there was no movement around them.

After a few breaths, people looked at the woods, but why didn't Zhao Mu move?

A red shadow flashed, and a young man in red could not help but enter the woods to explore Zhao Mu. He soon appeared, holding Zhao Mu in his hand.

Zhao Mu was already unconscious, with blood on the corners of his mouth and a pale face as paper.

People looked at him in surprise and then at Zhou Aoshuang.

The disciples of the Juling Sect surrounded them one after another.

Zhou Aoshuang stood tall and graceful, with a calm expression: "Zhao Mu, don't pretend to be dead. If you pretend to be dead, don't you have to hand over the Spirit Sword?"

"Master Zhou, Senior Brother Zhao is not pretending to be dead, he is really unconscious." The handsome young man in red shirt said in a deep voice: "Master Zhou has such heavy hands."

"Just just a light palm." Zhou Aoshuang said: "Isn't the disciples of the Giant Spirit Sect bear the beating, why are they so fragile?"

"..." The handsome young man in red shirt said lightly: "Master Zhou is very good at martial arts, and I admire him!"

He asked himself that his cultivation was similar to Zhao Mu's. Zhao Mu couldn't stop it, and he was the same.

This is Zhou Aoshuang, who is also a hidden guy, is even more hateful than Li Chengkong.

Li Chengkong is unfathomable, and he can't tell the depth at all, so he will be wary. Zhou Aoshuang's cultivation is not in line with what he shows, and he is really sinister and vicious.

Zhou Aoshuang said: "You must be very dissatisfied, right? Then give it a try!"

"Just try it!" A young man in red blouse sneered.

Seeing that Brother Zhao, who had been taking care of him, was so seriously injured, he couldn't wake up even when he entered his breath. He was extremely angry.

He took a step forward and rushed towards Zhou Aoshuang.

A beautiful girl next to her gently pulled his sleeve.

He turned his head and looked at it, hesitating immediately.

"It's better to send Senior Brother Zhao back first to see how he is injured. It's more important to save people." The beautiful girl said softly.

"Junior Sister Luo said very well!" He hurriedly nodded vigorously, took Zhao Mu and was about to leave.

Zhou Aoshuang pointed his fingers a little.

"You..." The young men in red shirt were immediately anxious.

"Puff!" Zhao Mu curled up suddenly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and opened his eyes leisurely.

"Senior Brother Zhao!" Everyone was busy calling out with concern.

Zhao Mu struggled to stand on the ground, straightened his body like a javelin, and stared coldly at Zhou Aoshuang.

Zhou Aoshuang nodded lightly: "Can't you die, right?"

"...Okay, I'll give you the Qiankun Spirit Sword." Zhao Mu said slowly.

Zhou Aoshuang smiled sweetly: "Know the current affairs!"

"Senior Brother Zhao!" the handsome young man in red shirt shouted hurriedly.

Zhao Mu waved his hand.

He slowly took out a box the size of a palm from his arms, which was as thin as a palm and pushed it gently.

The purple lacquer box flew towards Zhou Aoshuang.

"Bang!" Zhou Aoshuang suddenly brushed his sleeves.

The two figures that were about to snatch the purple box suddenly flew backwards, including the handsome young man in red.
Chapter completed!