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    Jing Xiaomei exclaimed: "Senior Sister, he has amazing martial arts."

    Ning Zhenzhen nodded: "He is not very clever, but his cultivation level is indeed powerful, and he is a rare genius."

    "Senior sister, do you want to?" Ding Xingqing glanced at the direction where Zhu Cisui disappeared, and said in surprise, "Is it possible?"

    She guessed at once that Ning Zhen really wanted to win over.

    But I think this is unlikely to happen.

    After all, Zhu Cisui is also a disciple of the Jinghua Sect, so how could he be biased towards the Jade Butterfly Sect?

    Ning Zhenzhen said: "Let's try it."

    Ding Xingqing turned her bright eyes and looked at Jing Xiaomei.

    Jing Xiaomei felt uncomfortable being watched by her, looked down at herself in doubt, and then at her.

    Ding Xingqing pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Senior Sister, I think that Junior Sister Jing will definitely be able to take him down!"

    Jing Xiaomei asked puzzledly: "What did I take down?"

    "Zhu Cisui." Ding Xingqing said with a grin, "Junior Sister, if you attack him, he won't be able to stop him."

    Jing Xiaomei shook her head: "I'm not his opponent, I can't catch every move."

    Zhu Cisui's cultivation is so strong that it makes people hopeless. He is definitely not an opponent, and he doesn't even need to make a move.

    Ning Zhen said angrily: "Don't listen to your nonsense, Senior Sister Ding."

    "Senior Sister," Ding Xingqing said with a smile, "I think this Zhu Cisui is soft but not hard, and Junior Sister Jing will definitely be able to win."

    Jing Xiaomei is still a little confused, and doesn't understand what it means.

    Ning Zhenzhen said: "This is not a long-term solution, it is better to find a way to make him exterminate himself from the Mirror Flower Sect."

    Ding Xingqing shook her head: "I'm afraid it's not easy, right? No matter how stupid he is, he won't turn against the Mirror Flower Sect."

    No matter how strong martial arts are, one cannot lose one's foundation. Zongmen is a person's foundation, and without one's foundation, one is like duckweed.

    The feeling of being a straggler and being backed by a sect is completely different.

    Jing Xiaomei said: "Senior sister, will Zhu Cisui fall out with the sect?"

    "Nine times out of ten." Ning Zhenzhen nodded and said: "He is a character who would rather bend than bend, this time he touched his reverse scale."

    A proud son of heaven like this is extremely proud in his heart, and he cannot allow others to conceal and deceive him like this, making him look like a fool.

    Whether it is Jinghuazong or Shenjianfeng, he will not really look at it, only his own self-esteem is the most important in the world.

    It takes some setbacks to realize that the world does not revolve around him.

    Only then will one be truly mature and stable, have a city and be able to endure.

    Ding Xingqing smiled and said, "Senior Sister is amazing."

    If it were me, I would just fight my way, but the senior sister did not regard martial arts as her first choice, but restrained the opponent through wisdom and people's hearts.

    Jing Xiaomei nodded vigorously.

    Their deepest impression is that wisdom and martial arts are both important, and they cannot blindly rely on martial arts without using their brains.

    Ning Zhenzhen waved his hands.

    I am still far behind my senior brother. If I change my senior brother, I am afraid that Zhu Cisui has already been instigated by now.

    Even Zhu Cisui was not given a chance to make a move at all.

    "It's time to fight!" Jing Xiaomei said hurriedly.

    Ning Zhenzhen and the others turned their heads to look.

    I saw the crowd began to attack the city guards, but the city guards retreated step by step, shrinking their formation, and did not fight back.

    People who came to see Fakong because someone in their family died, and they hoped that Fakong would come back to life.

    Both sad and anxious, some of the elderly in the family died, and some of the children died in the family.

    For those whose family members have passed away, the grief is not so strong, but for those whose family members have passed away, the pain is overwhelming and the longing is extreme.

    They hated the city guards who stopped them so much, their emotions became more and more agitated, and eventually they lost control.

    Ning Zhenzhen frowned and glanced.

    "If this goes on like this, I'm afraid there will be a big mess." Ding Xingqing said worriedly: "Senior Sister, do you want to invite Master out?"

    Jing Xiaomei nodded hurriedly.

    Ning Zhenzhen quietly watched the increasingly irritable crowd in the distance.

    Ding Xingqing said: "Could it be that someone is secretly instigating it? It will ruin the reputation of the master."

    Once there is a bloody incident here, the responsibility will fall on Master Fakong, which will damage the reputation of Master Fakong.

    Since he is profound in Buddhism and amazing in supernatural powers, how could he not have expected this situation? Since he had expected it, why didn't he act in time?

    She is also curious at the same time.

    forbsp; Seeing a dead person, instead of waking up immediately, backing away to avoid suspicion, but continuing to attack, it is no different from courting death.

    Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes were burning, and her beautiful face was tense.

    "Sect Master?" Ding Xingqing looked at her.

    She was asking for instructions on whether to make a move.

    Ning Zhenzhen sighed lightly and shook his head.

    Ding Xingqing said: "If this goes on like this, something big will happen."

    The hearts of the city guards have exploded, their sanity has been lost, and they are about to kill.

    The city guards are no decoration.

    "We can't stop it." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head: "Let's take a look."

    She felt that she could not suppress these people who had lost their minds, nor could they suppress the city guards.

    Once they make a move, they will be treated as a group by the city guards, and they will attack without hesitation.

    More importantly, she has confidence in Fakong.

    "Death!" A city guard roared and swung his knife, drawing a snow line with his long knife.

    Several men in the crowd approached them, and a line of blood suddenly appeared in front of the throat of the ferocious-looking man, and then blood gushed out.

    "ah¡ª¡ª!"

    "The City Guards are killing people!"

    "Kill them!"

    Not only did this knife not calm down the crowd, but it was like sparks falling into the oil, arousing people's anger.

    They drew out their weapons one after another and charged forward, attacking the city guards.

    "kill¡ª¡ª!"

    "kill¡ª¡ª!"

    The city guards roared and formed formations to attack and kill.

    Immediately, swords, lights and swords flashed, and people fell one by one. After a while, a large group of people fell, and dozens of people fell to the ground.

    "Sect Master" Facing such a tragic appearance, Jing Xiaomei turned pale, and looked at Ning Zhenzhen in a daze.

    Ning Zhenzhen shook his head with a flat expression.

    "Amitabha!" A Buddha's name sounded slowly, resounding everywhere, into every ear, and into the heart.

    It's like a basin of cold water pouring down on your head.

    The frenzied and violent mind suddenly cleared up, and people looked around in a daze.

    They backed away involuntarily.

    The city guards did not advance, and lowered their long knives, looking at the dead or injured people on the ground, with indifferent faces.

    Fakong appeared on the wall of Yongkong Temple, his purple and gold cassock fluttering, and his calm eyes slowly passed over the crowd.

    Everyone felt that they were facing Fakong's eyes.

    Fakong sighed, shook his head, slightly closed his eyelids, and murmured.

    The sound of chanting began to spread around.

    During the sound of chanting, he was lifted up by an invisible force, slowly floated into the air, and stood three feet above everyone's heads.

    People vaguely feel that there is an invisible altar appearing in the void, supporting the dharma.

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