Inside the Qibao Glazed Sect.

The originally magnificent hall has become in ruins.

Everyone had already formed a melee. Although the six secret guards had sword seals to help them, they had not been trained for a long time after all. Even with this, they could barely stop the two Soul Douluo from Wuhun Hall.

Jiang Siming did not directly participate in the battle, but walked among the people and used the Chaos Clock to assist everyone in the battle.

After all, it is impossible for all of these people to stay today. Contra strong men are not easy to kill, and Ning Fengzhi will definitely not be so cruel.

Coupled with the fact that most of the elders had rebelled, the situation fell into a state of balance.

"Ning Fengzhi, your death has come!" Bai Ming laughed maniacally and threw himself at Ning Fengzhi.

He saw a flash of sword light and a sword sealing his throat. Bai Ming looked at Ning Fengzhi unwillingly, holding the long sword transformed by the sword seal. He never thought until his death that Ning Fengzhi, an auxiliary soul master, could kill easily.

he.

With Ning Fengzhi joining the battlefield, the situation on the Qibao Glazed Sect's side finally reversed.

As the powerful Contra warriors in Wuhun Palace fell one by one, the leading Contra shouted loudly, "Plan failed, retreat!"

Compared with the punishment for failure, death scares him more. Moreover, if the loss is too great, even if he survives, he may be worse off than dead.

The Qibao Glazed Sect and others did not stop them. If they were forced to stay, even if they could kill the Soul Douluo from Wuhun Palace, the Qibao Glazed Sect would probably be seriously injured.

After the war, the dozen or so elders who were pardoned by Ning Fengzhi sat alone on the broken throne. The scene was a bit desolate. There was a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

"Uncle Ning, this will cost a lot of money, right?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he saw Tuhao Jin's defeat.

"Haha, I really want to thank you this time! If it weren't for your sword seal, I'm afraid the consequences this time would be disastrous!" Ning Fengzhi said with some fear.

"Hey, since there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Jiang Siming didn't need to stay and returned to his room.

In this incident, the Qibao Glazed Sect actually did not suffer much loss, only a few high-level elders died. It did not involve the mainstays and low-level soul masters in the sect. On the contrary, the Wuhun Palace suffered some losses outweighing the gains. Not only did it help

The internal troubles of the Qibao Glazed Sect were eliminated, and several Contra-level experts were lost.

Jiang Siming, who returned to the room, felt a little emotional. No matter what kind of force they were, they all had the same beliefs and pursuits when they were founded, but they gradually became different. As long as the enemy seizes this point, they will tear it apart.

It gets bigger and bigger, and eventually it may be invincible. So people often lament that people's hearts are not as old as they used to be.

...

In the next few days, all participating teams that met Jiang Siming chose to admit defeat. After all, whether it was the shocking Canghui Academy or the three major element academies, without exception, they were all easily defeated by Jiang Siming.

Ming's subordinates, it is better to admit defeat and preserve their strength. This also makes Jiang Siming happy and at ease.

Inside Shrek Academy.

The little fox was eating fruit while looking at the Shrek Seven Monsters who were spinning in circles.

Jiang Siming suddenly jumped out and gave the little fox a headache.

"I said you've been living too leisurely these days, right?" Jiang Siming said teasingly.

"Ah!" The little fox felt a little pained and rolled his eyes at Jiang Siming.

"Oh, you've become more capable!" Jiang Siming suddenly felt a little amused and said pretending to be angry.

"Ah!" the little fox shouted in a hurry to please.

"You mean you can let me go in and see what kind of illusion they are going through!" Jiang Siming suddenly said with some expectation.

"Then let's take a look at Zhuqing's first!" Jiang Siming was still a little excited.

The little fox waved its paw, and an invisible spiritual power connected between Jiang Siming's eyebrows.

The little fox secretly glanced at Jiang Siming with disdain.

If Jiang Siming knew about it, he would have said shamelessly, "I wonder what happened to my wife?"

Jiang Siming appeared again and found himself in an extremely luxurious garden.

"Where is this?" Jiang Siming was a little confused and started to wander around alone.

On the other side, inside a large hall.

Zhu Zhuqing was standing in the cold and empty hall.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you willing?" A cold voice echoed in the hall.

"I have passed the test! I am free!" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes revealed determination and fear, as if he was really afraid of this voice.

"Haha, everything you have is given by your family. You are not qualified to negotiate terms!" An old man appeared above the hall and said coldly.

"You promised me!" Zhu Zhuqing said stubbornly.

"I told you that you are not qualified to negotiate terms!" the old man said coldly, and a majestic pressure came towards Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing desperately resisted this pressure, and her clenched hands began to ooze scarlet.

"Someone will come to pick you up soon, so just be my royal concubine!" The old man said coldly and left.

Suddenly, countless maids rushed out, dragging Zhu Zhuqing like a zombie, and took her to bathe and change clothes.

a long time.

Zhu Zhuqing, crowned with a phoenix and wearing a red dress, looked even more beautiful, but her wedding dress was soaked with the beauty's tears.

"Where are you? Is this all a dream?" Zhu Zhuqing asked herself over and over again.

On Jiang Siming's side, he suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the distance.

"Nani, why are there still people getting married?" Jiang Siming suddenly had a bad feeling and hurried to the place where the sound came from.

...

"Don't cry, how can I bear to let you cry?" Jiang Siming suddenly appeared next to Zhu Zhuqing.

Jiang Siming, who was wandering around, probably guessed what Zhu Zhuqing's fantasy was, so he followed him looking for the sound of gongs and drums and the traces of the maid, but he saw Zhu Zhuqing crying.

"Ahhhhh..." Zhu Zhuqing hugged Jiang Siming.

"Is this a dream? Why am I still in this cold place? I clearly passed the exam." Zhu Zhuqing complained.

Jiang Siming felt distressed and wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

Jiang Siming, who looked a little cold, released the Immortal Trap Sword and broke through the illusion with one sword.

The little fox, who was still eating fruit, suddenly saw the murderous Jiang Siming hugging Zhu Zhuqing, and even released the Immortal Trap Sword. He suddenly felt bad, and then a sword energy broke through its illusion.

Jiang Siming slowly walked towards the little fox.

"Don't let Zhuqing experience such a fantasy again!" Jiang Siming said coldly.

The little fox was squealing in sign language desperately.

"Brother, what does this have to do with me? This just inspires her inner fear. I'm just a part-time worker!"

Jiang Siming looked at Zhu Zhuqing who had fallen asleep in his arms and shook his head helplessly.
Chapter completed!