Hearing Chu Changfeng's words, several pavilion elders immediately felt their foreheads pounding.
They wanted to step forward immediately and give their pavilion master a severe beating.
You have already thought about it, and you still ask us to do it on purpose.
Looking for trouble.
However, the pavilion elders did not have an attack after all.
They all looked at each other, resisted the urge to curse in their hearts, and waited quietly.
"Let's all disperse.
In two days, the Spirit King's tomb will be opened.
Pass the order and let the disciples prepare to fight immediately."
Waving his hand, Chu Changfeng cast a disappointed look at these elders.
Several elders resisted the urge to vomit blood and fled away.
For a moment, the entire Hongsu Pavilion shook.
The originally idle disciples suddenly became energetic.
Each of them quickly arranged their formation according to a certain pattern and began to wait quietly.
Hundreds of neat battle formations were spread out regularly on the mountain range, and the connected Qi machines soared into the sky.
The invisible murderous intention spread rapidly, and the atmosphere was solemn.
Ji Zilong was completely confused when he saw this scene.
He randomly picked up a disciple and asked: "Brother, where should I stand?"
Chu Ziyu is the core disciple.
Although Ji Zilong is pretending, no one has seen through it, so he has a very high status in the sect.
When asked by Ji Zilong, the inner sect disciple heard that he was actually called senior brother.
He was flattered and immediately knelt down with a plop.
He fell down and cried: "Brother, don't ask me, I don't know where you should stand.
Anyway, don't stand behind me.
I'm not handsome at all."
Ji Zilong suddenly felt depressed.
It seemed that he did not belong to this battle formation, so he immediately ran to the next battle formation and pulled over a disciple.
He grinned and said cheerfully: "Can I stand behind you?"
Hearing this, the disciple immediately trembled, and then said with a sad face: "Senior Brother Ziyu, the person in front of me is more handsome than me, please let me go."
Unexpectedly, as soon as this disciple finished speaking, the disciple in front also said After trembling, he turned around and glanced nervously at Ji Zilong, and then saw him grit his teeth and punch him hard in the face.
Bang, bang, bang, three punches fell in succession, and the disciple had already beaten himself to a black face.
"Hehehehe" At this time, the disciple chuckled and said: "Senior Brother Ziyu, you see, actually I am not handsome at all."
Ji Zilong was dumbfounded.
He didn't expect these guys to misunderstand him so deeply.
He gave this disciple a complicated look.
Ji Zilong shook his head helplessly and walked towards the next battle formation again.
"Hey, I said" "Senior brother, I'm ugly, don't come here."
Before Ji Zilong could get closer, the disciple who was being spoken to by Ji Zilong started to tremble in fear.
"I don't like men."
Ji Zilong explained quickly.
"Who can believe it?
Senior Brother Zixiang has been toyed with by you," the disciple cried.
Ji Zilong couldn't explain clearly.
When it came to Chu Zixiang, he really wanted to go over and beat this guy to death.
If he hadn't suddenly come to stir things up, he wouldn't be afraid of so many people.
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"Ziyu, what are you doing?"
At this time, Na Chu Zizhen appeared again.
Seeing Ji Zilong being rejected by many disciples, he couldn't help but laugh: "Come here quickly."
Ji Zilong's eyes lit up and he quickly followed him.
Sure enough, there was an empty seat next to Chu Zizhen.
Ji Zilong happily went over, but when he found his fighting position, his expression changed again.
There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in Hongsu Pavilion, divided into dozens of battle formations.
Each battle formation is led by true disciples and core disciples.
Therefore, there are several true disciples leading the front of each battle formation, and at the front of each battle formation are the true disciples.
Behind him are the core disciples.
At this moment, Ji Zilong was standing in the second row of their war.
"It's too eye-catching."
Lowering his head, Ji Zilong felt that this position was too conspicuous.
His enemies are the five sects, among which many masters of the Demon Iron Sect are very familiar with him, especially Mo Zhengyuan.
If he sees him at a glance, he will probably be seen through.
"No, this won't work."
Ji Zilong was beating in his heart.
After the disciples around them had arranged the battle, they sat down cross-legged silently and began to quickly adjust to prepare for the battle.
"Hey Pavilion Master, what did he say?"
Ji Zilong touched Chu Zizhen beside him and asked in a low voice.
"I heard from Brother Zhenzhuan that the Pavilion Master plans to fight hard this time.
As long as the five sects dare to intercept, we will kill them all."
Chu Zizhen grinned.
He had never experienced a sect war.
He didn't know.
The battlefield is tragic, so the expectations are extremely high at this moment.
"Can one sect win against five sects?"
Ji Zilong wondered.
"Of course we can win.
Our Hongsu Pavilion is number one in Chen Territory."
Chu Zizhen puffed up his chest confidently.
As a disciple of Hongsu Pavilion, he was very proud at this moment.
"Okay" Ji Zilong was quite helpless.
He began to think about countermeasures quickly.
Once the battle started, he would be easily exposed standing in the second row, and even if no one could see through it at a glance, when the melee between the six factions broke out, Ji Zilong would not be able to help himself.
If he can conceal his identity, this kind of melee between six sects will most likely turn into six sects chasing him.
Counting on his fingers, among the six sects, each sect has hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people.
Added together, he might be trampled into a pulp.
Thinking of this, Ji Zilong shuddered and his face changed color. .
"Boss, why don't we just run away."
Rabbit also began to back down.
Originally, Ji Zilong and it planned to sneak in secretly and did not want to fight anyone before entering.
However, judging from the current situation, this was simply a delusion.
While he was thinking about it, a figure slowly floated towards him from a distance.
A closer look revealed that it was Chu Zichong who was competing with Chu Ziyu for Junior Sister Chu Ruoxuan.
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"Chu Ziyu."
Standing in front of Ji Zilong, Chu Zichong looked angry.
"What are you doing?"
Ji Zilong was already feeling unhappy at the moment, and he didn't look good when facing Chu Zichong.
"I have petitioned Elder Ge to grant you and me a fight, and now the elder has agreed.
After the Tomb of the Spirit King is over, I will personally take off your dog's head."
Chu Zichong said arrogantly.
He is a direct disciple, and Chu Ziyu is just a core disciple.
He is far away from him, and he will definitely die when the time comes.
"You really want to fight me?"
Noriko suddenly started to fight, and her dark eyes began to rotate rapidly, flashing with light.
"Otherwise, what do you think?"
Chu Zichong sneered.
If the elder hadn't considered that there was an urgent need for talents in King Ling's tomb, he might have let him have a decisive battle with Chu Ziyu now.
"Then let's fight."
Ji Zilong stepped forward and clapped out with a palm.
"How dare you?"
Unexpectedly, Ji Zilong would act so boldly.
The frightened and angry Chu Zichong hurriedly avoided, but Ji Zilong's palm speed was so fast that he accidentally hit him on the shoulder.
He took several steps back.
His face turned pale instantly: