Everyone was puzzled and thought that this guy was so brave. There were monks including the Five Rings, ranging from foundation building to the True Lord Yang God. Does anyone dare to speak out at the Crow Peak?

The Jindan Sword Cultivator, who was in charge, glared at him, and only felt that this person's cultivation was similar to that of him. But he looked very strange, and it seemed to look a bit like the Crow Ancestor?

Even if it’s a bit like a little, you can’t be so presumptuous, right? Even if you are the son of the Ancestor, you can’t say these nonsense in such a solemn place!

Before he could speak, the young Taoist looked up again. Seeing the line of golden characters, he began to spray feces all over his mouth.

"Golden characters? Well, this color is still enough, but why is it just coated? Can this withstand the erosion of time? How many more kilograms of gold can be used? Can't you put a big piece of gold into it?

These turtle grandchildren are so stingy that I don’t think they will make a big fortune in the future!”

The Golden Dan Sword Cultivator suppressed his voice. In such a solemn place, in front of these new monks, they should not make a big noise, lose their demeanor, lose their temperament,

"That bird! The place where the Crow Lord confers his ancestors is not allowed to speak wildly here and disrespect your ancestors!

You see, what is the name of the Tao? Which palace and pavilion are you in charge of? Which real person are you taught?

If you don’t respect yourself, be careful of my sword talisman, and I will take you to the selfless palace for trial. I will be in trouble!”

The Taoist looked at him, didn't say anything back, didn't leave, and didn't stop complaining,

"What a fuck, why are you planting so many green pine and cypresses? It's a disappointing look. Which grandson designed an inappropriate place!

When I look back, it’s better to let the first interior demon build it, which is much better than these half-baked buildings!"

Another Jindan sword cultivator couldn't hold back and was afraid that it would not be possible to use the flying sword here. So he stretched his body forward, and his hand was shaking and grabbed it hard. He first grabbed the smelly mouth, and then sent it to the Selfless Palace to see if this guy's mouth could continue to be so smelly at that time.

He grabbed it with one hand, but who knew that he was not under the influence, as if he was not yet aged. He had no place to exert force at all. He was like this after several times of grabbing it. He was anxious and wanted to urge the flying sword, but who knew that under the stimulation of magic power, the sword ball did not move at all, as if he was pretending to be dead.

I knew it was not good in my heart. No matter how dull he was, he knew that he might have met a real-life senior. He let go of his hands with a red face and didn't know what to say.

Li Ji patted his shoulder, "You are going back to bring new people, why bother me? I'll take a look at the scenery here and check the quality of the project. Is there anyone cutting corners, filling his pockets, and doing a tofu project."

The golden elixir was walking back like an evil person. He didn't know what was going on. The other two golden elixirs looked at each other in shock, but they couldn't even feel a little resistant. The three of them returned to the same place. When they looked back, the spire was empty, so where was there a trace of human trace?

At the Dome Snow Peak, which is now the highest point of Wen Guang Peak, there is a prominent rock, steeply hanging in the air, with a small pavilion called Fengxue Pavilion, which is the highest point thousands of miles away near the entire Xuanyuan Sword Sect's mountain gate. It is covered with ice and snow all year round and strong winds.

A Taoist sat cross-legged in it, covered with wind and snow. I don’t know how long I sat here, just like a snowman.

Li Ji stepped into the pavilion without saying much. He placed four bowls and chopsticks on the stone table, took out the spirits and barbecue on the table. After everything was done, he sat opposite the snowman and said softly:

"Uncle Master, take a few sips?"

The ice and snow blew, and the elephant sounded bleak, "Do you think we were very failed?"

Li Ji filled the four wine pots with wine and picked it up, "We are all very failed! In the world of cultivation, who can truly succeed? Perfect?

Failure is not scary! The so-called success means continuous failure, but still maintaining the enthusiasm to continue!"

The elephant picked up the wine glass, "Save your nonsense to tell others! Don't do this with me!"

The two of them picked up their glasses, drank them all, and then sprinkled the other two glasses of wine at the table into the endless wind and snow under the peak. Then, they were filled with a lot of money. Although no one said that, they knew who these two glasses were for.

Li Ji sighed, "Uncle Master, are you thinking about life? I just thought, a mere setback will not make you discouraged. You have experienced more than me and watched more. This is the destination of the sword cultivator. This is them this time, and maybe we will be the next time.

Let’s get along! To be honest, I can’t say who is more suitable than who is. Living may not be happier than leaving. The more I am in debt I have to bear, the more trouble I have to practice, and the more enemies I have, I used to be an individual, but now I have made progress and have no choice but to put the system right."

The elephant glanced at him, "That's your business! Wipe her butts clean with Xuanyuan Wugan."

The elephant reviews its original heart here, but it is not a simple self-blame, guilt, or shamelessness. For monks, especially for the elephant, the true master of the soul with a firm will, such a blow cannot cause any shaking of his mood.

A few people died, even if there were nearly twenty true lords, it was not that the sky had fallen! In Xuanyuan's history, in a single time, the number of true lords who died this time can be said to be the largest loss in the Creation Sect, but in terms of proportion, they cannot rank among the top few!

In Xuanyuan's history, there were many times of crisis, with more than half of the high-end combat power loss, or even more than half; this time, the full amount was only 30%, and the real elites were left.

Therefore, from the theory of loss alone, it is not the root cause of the elephant's thinking alone.

His problem is that when Shangluo and his friends insisted on taking the path of sect competition, he was not a staunch supporter, or he was a moderate among the sect competition. He belonged to that kind. If there was a advantage, I would take a little bit, and if there was a problem, I would hide some, and if there was a problem, I would not set a timetable for the competition, or even pursue perfect results.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to reveal the news to the Dharma lineage before the war started, but he did not agree with such radical methods. Even if the three sword cultivators and ancestors put pressure on them, he would do his own thing and do whatever he should do. From this point of view, he is a responsible leader.

Similarly, even if the path Luo and the others took was wrong, he didn't think it was right to follow Li Ji's path!

For the elephant, Shangluo took the path of collective radicalism, while Li Ji took the path of individual radicalism. Neither of these two methods was the best path.

The best way is a decent road!

While pursuing individual abilities, we will not forget the development of the sect!

"How long does Xuanyuan need to be able to produce another Li Crow?" The elephant asked a substantial question.
Chapter completed!