Stunning beauty

Breeze.

In front of Sun Moon Lake.

After an unfriendly sparring, the scene became very quiet.

If it is said that the elders of the Vermillion Bird Sect hadn't recognized the situation just now, and believed that no matter how strong the Confucianism sect was, they would not dare to be too presumptuous in Nanling and on the territory of the Vermilion Bird Sect. idea.

Because they could see that the three masters of the Confucian sect were already murderous.

"metropolitan."

At this moment, from all sides of the Sun Moon Lake, a master named Vermillion Bird Sect rushed over one after another, and there were also many disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect. There were hundreds of them.

In front of Sun Moon Lake, Chen Qiaoer, Shuru, and Leru stood quietly. There were only three of them, facing hundreds of masters of the Suzaku Sect, their expressions did not change at all.

How many people?

There's a fart!

"Go back!"

Old Suzaku also realized that the conflict could not continue to intensify, so he shouted in a deep voice, "The three masters are just discussing martial arts with the elders, so why make such a fuss!"

Surrounding them, the masters of the Vermillion Bird Sect looked at each other after hearing the old Sect Master's order, and immediately retreated one after another.

"The old suzerain is still reasonable."

On the side, Leru stroked his long hair at the sideburns, and said with a smile, "Actually, Shuru and I are old enough to not want to do anything, but you insist on bullying Qiaoer, isn't that forcing us to do something?"

After hearing what the former said, the corner of Old Suzaku's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Confucian Chen Qiao'er, born with supernatural powers, had the strength to compete with the five realms when she was in the fourth realm. Three years ago, when she stepped into the five realms, her strength had a qualitative leap. Who would dare to bully her?

There are often five realms, but those born with supernatural powers are the only ones.

"Elders."

Seeing that all the disciples had retreated, Old Suzaku looked at the elders who got up one after another, and said seriously, "Li Jiaoxi has exhausted all his efforts to seal the Netherland, and our Suzaku Sect must not be unkind. This seat proposes to allow Confucianism to enter once How about the ancient battlefield?"

The elders of the Suzaku Sect fell silent, and no one spoke.

Seeing this, Chen Qiaoer walked towards the white-bearded old man in front, and said calmly, "Is the Great Elder right? Take the lead and make a statement. Everyone is very busy, so don't procrastinate."

The white-bearded old man opened his mouth, felt the eyes of the elders around him, clenched his hands tightly, and didn't say a word.

He didn't want to bear such a tone, but he didn't dare to refuse.

"Le Ru, if the Great Elder doesn't say anything, it means he agrees, you see?"

Beside the lake shore, seeing the situation, Old Suzaku immediately gave both sides a step, and suggested, "Can this matter be settled?"

"I can't control Qiao'er's affairs."

Le Ru refused to accept the steps given by the old Suzaku, and responded calmly, "The old suzerain should persuade your great elders to make a statement in person, otherwise, I don't think we can let this matter go."

In front of Sun Moon Lake, Chen Qiaoer stared at the great elder of the Suzaku Sect, waiting for an answer with cold eyes.

Some people, if you give in a step, they will think that it is because of how powerful they are.

Around, the elders of the Vermilion Bird Sect saw such a tough attitude from the Confucianism Sect, they dared not speak out, did not dare to express their anger, and felt extremely aggrieved.

Similarly, the white-bearded old man sensed the murderous intent in the eyes of Confucianism, Law and Confucianism, even if there were thousands of people who were not convinced, he did not dare to say a single word.

"It seems that it is not easy for the Great Elder to say something."

After waiting for a while, Chen Qiaoer ran out of patience, squinted her eyes, and warned, "I'll count to three, if you don't express your opinion again, I will assume that you refuse on behalf of them."

After finishing speaking, Chen Qiaoer continued to step forward, counting one step at a time.

"one!"

"two!"

As soon as the word fell, Chen Qiaoer's true energy erupted again, and murderous intent was revealed in her eyes.

"The old man agrees."

Just when Chen Qiaoer was about to take the third step, the white-bearded old man finally didn't dare to delay any longer and opened his mouth to compromise.

Chen Qiaoer heard the words, put away the steps she was about to take, turned around and walked towards the old Suzaku by the lake, and said, "Old Suzerain, tell me about the situation of the ancient battlefield and how to enter it."

"Ah."

On the wheelchair, the old Suzaku nodded, looked away, and said with a solemn expression, "The opening of the ancient battlefield actually only happens once a year, and this is only a general inference. It is difficult to judge the exact time. The last time the ancient battlefield opened was Three months ago, logically speaking, there were still about eight or nine months before the next opening."

"Eight or nine months?"

Hearing Old Suzaku's answer, Le Ru frowned slightly, and said, "So long?"

"According to the past rules, it does take so long."

Old Suzaku said seriously, "If you're unlucky, you may even have to wait longer."

"Is there no other way to open it?" Shuru asked in a calm voice.

"No."

The old Suzaku shook his head and replied, "Only when the ancient battlefield is opened, the entrance restriction will be weakened. At other times, it is impossible to enter and exit at all."

"Eight or nine months."

Chen Qiaoer murmured, her eyes were full of sadness.

too long.

Can Xiao Ziye last this long?

"Are there any exceptions?"

Le Ru looked at the old suzerain of the Suzaku Sect in front of him, and asked, "Didn't you say that the time of each opening is not accurate?"

"It's really not that accurate."

The old Suzaku nodded and said, "However, from the moment the Vermillion Bird Sect discovered the entrance of the ancient battlefield to the present, the time interval between the opening of the ancient battlefield has never been less than six months, and sometimes even more than a year."

"Scholar."

Leru had heard what Suzaku's old suzerain said, and said solemnly, "It's troublesome."

What the old Suzaku meant was that no matter how lucky they were, they would still have to wait three months for the opening of the ancient battlefield. If they were a little unlucky, they might have to wait another year or so.

They could afford to wait, but Xiao Ziye couldn't wait anymore.

Just when the three masters of the Confucian sect felt at a loss what to do to open the time for the ancient battlefield.

East China Sea, Peach Blossom Island.

Li Ziye was sitting by the altar, looking at the sunset in the west, with a peaceful smile on his face.

This sunset is so beautiful.

Speaking of which, isn't the Son of Destiny in every story as useless as him?

He really did his best.

It's just that everyone is too powerful, and nothing can be done easily.

It turns out that life is really not a fairy tale, nor is it a legend. It is so difficult. If you want to get something, you have to pay a lot of effort and price.

"Little night."

At this time, behind the altar, the High Priest Bai Yue stepped forward, looked at the young man with white hair in front of him, and reminded, "Get ready, we will start when the moon rises."

"Already prepared."

On the side of the altar, Li Ziye shook his legs and said softly, "High priest, if the ceremony fails, from now on, the Li family will trouble you to take care of it."

"Don't say bad words!"

High Priest Bai Yue reprimanded lightly, "It will definitely succeed!"