Chapter 1239 Mentality

Since yesterday, it has been raining lightly on Sanyuanzong's side. The raindrops made a rustling sound on the leaves in the mountains. At first glance, it sounded like someone was whispering.

If in the past, the weather of light rain and smog was just right for going out, the disciples of Sanyuanzong would even dance their swords in this light rain sometimes, feeling the rare coolness in summer, with a bit of elegance.

But now, the dozens of corpses hanging on the stone square of the mountain gate swayed slightly in the rain, which immediately dispelled the coolness of the mountain, the atmosphere of drizzle and mist, and instead brought a chill of chills.

These corpses were hung up by people from the Golden Sword Camp. They roughly wrapped hemp ropes around their necks and hung them on the Shifang Gate. There was also a wooden sign on the chest of each corpse, which wrote the mountain gate where the corpse was before death and The name of the corpse. These messages were provided by disciples of Sanyuanzong. As an unpopular sect, they know most of the faces in the Jingxi sect, and they can barely match the number together.

The violent corpse is already murdering people, and now they hang a wooden sign on the corpse, which undoubtedly adds fuel to the flames, trampling the face of each sect in the mud.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Sanyuanzong had strange expressions. Doubt and anticipation and excitement.

Perhaps only the power and strength of Fenghong Villa dare to mock so many sects so unscrupulously? They don't even pay attention to the first-class sect, the Tianchan Sect!

Now we seem to be in the same league with them, with those who hang the golden sword accessory?

Seeing the emotional changes in the eyes of the disciples around him, Xu Jing knew it very well. That was the spark that appeared after finding the confidence to vent after suppressing and hiding for too long. He understood that after seeing the arrogance of Fenghong Villa, the disciples of Sanyuanzong might never be able to return to the previous state of idleness and contention.

Is this good? doesn't count.

Is it bad? It seems that there is no way to talk about it. But Xu Jing knew that the future path of Sanyuanzong had changed since this moment. He couldn't even see where it was going.

"Sect Master! Here we come! Someone is coming from outside! It's the fifth elder Zhou Yin of the Tianchan Sect!"

In the side hall, an elder of the Sanyuan Sect ran in to report to Xu Jing, saying that finally there was movement outside the mountain gate, and it was a big shot from the Tianchan Sect, accompanied by elders from more than ten other sects.

Surrounding Sanyuanzong so many times, this time is the biggest battle, right? The elders of more than a dozen sects gathered together. In the past, the entire Sanyuan Sect would have been scared to the ground by this kind of battle, but now they have no fear at all.

"Well, I'll go and have a look. Take care of your disciples and don't run around."

Xu Jing didn't go directly to the mountain gate, but found the deputy leader of the Golden Sword Battalion outside the deep pool in the back mountain.

This person is as hard as a rock, Xu Jing has never seen another expression other than "expressionless" on the other person's face. The only thing he knew was that the deputy commander was trained as Xuanhai, and his surname was Fang.

"Fangtouling, outside the mountain gate"

"I already know. Sect Master Xu, if you are interested, you can go with me and see what tricks those people outside are planning to play, how about it?"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking, and Xu Jing could feel that this leader Fang didn't like him, and he didn't even care about him at all. But Xu Jing doesn't care, the situation is stronger than others, what is this little anger compared to the current situation of Sanyuanzong? Furthermore, this leader Fang seemed to have such a deadpan and stinging tone to everyone. do not think too much.

"Hahaha, it's natural that Chief Fang invites Xu."

"Then let's go."

The dead-faced square leader walked in front, and Xu Jing followed behind. After walking two steps, he turned around and found that there was no one from the Golden Sword Camp following behind him, and even on the stone steps down the mountain, there was no one from the Golden Sword Camp following him. come over.

Is it just the two of them going there?

Suddenly he felt absurd in his heart, but also a little hot, especially when Xu Jing saw the dead-faced square leader walking in front, Xu Jing felt that he seemed to be able to understand the other party's thoughts.

Whether it is an unpopular sect like Sanyuanzong or a first-class sect like Tianchanzong outside the mountain gate, there is no difference in the eyes of the leader Fang in front.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Only the combat boots on the square-toed collar's feet can make a sound like iron plates hitting on the stone steps, but the cotton boots Xu Jing called on do not.

The people in the Golden Sword Battalion are all dressed differently from the monks. It's exactly the same as the people in the army.

All the way down, because the mountain gate of Sanyuanzong is not big, there is no need to ride down the clouds. The two of them walked down the mountain road one by one, and after a short while, they could see the stone square gate that stood more than two feet tall, and outside the gate there was There were a lot of people standing, probably nearly a hundred in number, and those ten or so elders from various sects led the way. A fat old man wearing the robes of the Heavenly Toad Sect stood at the front.

The moment Xu Jing saw the fat old man, he instinctively paused his steps, his body trembled slightly, and then he continued to walk forward when he saw Fangtou Ling who hadn't stopped in front of him from the corner of his eyes, but also quietly Take a deep breath.

Xu Jing knew that the fat old man was Zhou Yin, the fifth elder of the Tian Chan Sect. A notorious villain and murderer. He is also the elder in charge of external affairs of the Tian Chan Sect, and no one in all the low-level sects in Jingxi does not know him.

Fang Toulai stopped when he was about ten feet away from the Xiangfang Shifang Gate, and looked down at the sect members with different expressions below, with dead faces still on their faces, and raised his finger to the upper stone. The seventeen corpses still hanging on the gate of the square asked: "Are you here to collect the corpses?"

"Old Heavenly Toad Zong Zhou Yin, I don't know what to call this lord?" Zhou Yin is fat, with fair skin, but his face does not have the kindness that is typical of fat people. Instead, his eyes always seem to glisten with haze, and his lips are as thin as Knife, smiling as if mocking something. As soon as he opened his mouth to answer the question, he felt an inexplicable pressure on his face.

"Heavenly Toad Sect?" Fangtou raised his hand, and a force like an invisible hand tore off the corpses of two Tianchan Sect disciples hanging on the gate of the stone workshop, and smashed them heavily on the ground. Even the head of the corpse was smashed open, and the red and white liquid that had not dried up flowed out of it.

"These two thieves are from your Heavenly Toad Sect. Since you are here, you have admitted the case of attacking my Golden Sword Camp without reason. The case?" Chief Fang stumbled a little at the end, mainly because he was too unfamiliar with the word "case" up.

Zhou Yin frowned deeply, his chest heaved violently, and he clenched his fists tightly. Looking at the Jin Jianwei who was expressionlessly looking down at him on the upper steps, he didn't know what was going on in his mind. He finally took a long breath and said, "These two The disciples are indeed members of my Heavenly Toad Sect, they were ordered to knock on the mountain gate to visit the Sanyuan Sect the night before, but unexpectedly they died here, the old man came here just to ask for an explanation from the Sanyuan Sect!"