What to do if you encounter scum [Quick Transmigration]

It was no easy task for Ming Zhao for Chu Heng to deal with this martial arts competition seriously.

In just a quarter of an hour, the two elders beside Lu Shichuan saw the situation on the field, and their faces could not help showing worry.

The Great Elder said in a low voice: "Sovereign, Mingzhao is under restraint everywhere, I'm afraid he will be defeated in a short time, why don't we stop now?"

He still didn't say a word.

Today is the day when all sects will meet for martial arts. With so many elders and disciples of other sects around, if Ming Zhao is defeated, wouldn't it mean that Wan Jianzong will lose face in front of the entire cultivation interface.

The elders of the other sects on the high platform also noticed something strange first and then, and stole their eyes quietly, wanting to see how Lu Shichuan would respond.

Lu Shichuan said: "Ming Zhao's talent is excellent, this confrontation is beneficial to him, so there is no need to intervene."

"Can--"

Lu Shichuan rolled up his sleeves behind him and brushed away his unfinished words, "Ming Zhaoxiu is well known to everyone, if he loses, the sects will not have a half chance of winning today."

The Second Elder pulled the First Elder over and whispered a few words in his ear, the latter suddenly understood and said no more.

After another quarter of an hour, Mingzhao showed signs of decline, and his shirt was cut by the spear in Chu Heng's hand many times, and the oozing blood stained the white disciple's robe, making him look very eye-catching.

Chu Heng had the upper hand, with a smile on his handsome face, "Don't you beg for mercy?" His dantian was filled with spiritual power, and Ming Zhao, who relied on his cultivation to play and play hard, said, "I have already shown mercy."

Mingzhao also pointed to his chest to count points, suppressing the wound and then raised his sword to fight again.

Chu Heng's tone was provocative, "I said, you are still not my opponent. You are indeed not so good among the Ten Thousand Swordsmen."

"Insanity!"

Anger flashed across Mingzhao's eyes, and the long sword in front of him stabbed straight at Chu Heng's face, his hands kept making tactic, colorful spiritual power bloomed from his hands, dazzling!

Seeing this, the corners of Chu Heng's lips gradually deepened.

He gestured to the strong man in the audience with his eyes, and the latter nodded immediately.

I don't know who blurted out, "Wan Jian Jue!"

Lu Shichuan frowned, "Nonsense."

Wanjianjue is a unique skill known as the treasure of the Wanjianzong. Only disciples who can inherit the position of suzerain are eligible to practice at the top of the Jiange Pavilion. Even so, if they are not talented enough, they are destined to miss Wanjianjue.

As the original owner's direct disciple, and he has managed the sect for thousands of years, he naturally has the qualifications, but he only had the ability to enter the Jiange ban a year ago, and he has not yet fully grasped the true essence of Wanjian Jue. It is too risky for an invincible cultivator like Chu Heng to use it. A little carelessness affects the meridians, serious injuries are minor, and damage to the foundation is major.

The Great Elder also knew the dangers of doing so, and said anxiously: "Sovereign, Mingzhao exhausted his spiritual power, how could he perform Wanjian Jue, risking his life for such a trivial matter, he is too impulsive!"

When Lu Shichuan opened his mouth, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and the clanging sound of the sword resounded all over the world, and all the disciples turned their heads to look over.

Chu Heng also had to be serious when dealing with Wan Jianjue. Seeing that Ming Zhao's sword was about to complete, he knew he couldn't wait any longer, but just as he was about to raise his gun, he saw Lu Shichuan coming with his sword from the corner of his eye.

In the next moment, Lu Shichuan put away the aura shield he personally set up, he made a formula to stop the attack of the two, raised his hand to gather Ming Zhao's sword intent into his sleeve, and said to the crumbling Ming Zhao in a deep voice: "Calm your mind, hold your breath!" Yuan Shouyi."

Mingzhao was forcibly stopped from casting spells, and spit out a mouthful of blood, his front was covered with scarlet, but he didn't dare to delay, so he quickly sat down cross-legged on the floor, and healed his wounds according to the words.

Lu Shichuan also pointed to the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and closed his eyes to help him sort out the meridians.

Chu Heng stood aside and looked at the two, the smile on his face disappeared at some point.

In the competition, the two stood and sat one by one, and even the people with the lowest cultivation base in the audience could see the result.

After being kicked at the door like this, even Wan Jianzong's eldest disciple Ming Zhao was no match. The faces of each sect were uncertain, and the elders even sent voice messages on the stage to discuss countermeasures.

Before Chu Heng asked to compete with the elders, everyone thought that Chu Heng had a high opinion of himself. At this time, Ming Zhao, whose cultivation base was higher than most of the elders, suffered such a disastrous defeat, and they realized that Chu Heng was not aimless.

But since Ming Zhao is defeated, how can the rest be sure to win?

If he loses again, his face will be tarnished and he will not mention it. Chu Heng nominates the sect's top school that he wants, is it possible that he really wants to give it?

The elders of each sect looked at each other in blank dismay.

Lu Shichuan did not participate in their discussion. He watched Ming Zhao wake up leisurely, and then raised his finger to lift him up with spiritual power, "After this matter, go to Qingtanbi to think about it for three months."

Because the original owner didn't pay much attention to the disciple, Ming Zhao had rarely been punished since he entered the school. He was startled when he heard this, and then he covered his chest and replied, "Yes, disciple."

Seeing that his face was still pale, Lu Shichuan stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, checked his pulse and frowned and said, "How do you feel?"

Ming Zhao coughed a few times before he could hold back, blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he replied: "Return to Master, the disciple is fine." After saying that, he pursed his lips, "Master, it is useless to be a disciple. In the hands of others, it failed to win glory for the sect."

He stood reluctantly, and wanted to bow and salute when he spoke, but unexpectedly, his breath was not going well, and he fell into Lu Shichuan's arms during his movements, and he lost the strength to struggle, "Master..."

Lu Shichuan didn't expect him to be so seriously injured, so he could only hug him horizontally, and said to the two elders on the stage: "You two will host the martial arts meeting, Mingzhao and I can't stay for a long time."

"Sect Master, don't worry!"

Lu Shichuan nodded, turned around and wanted to leave——

"Why, your lord hasn't cashed in the lottery yet, why bother to leave in such a hurry."

Looking at Mingzhao in Lu Shichuan's arms, Chu Heng's hand holding the spear was tightened again and again. He couldn't ignore the inexplicable depression in his heart, so he stopped again, "I have heard that Sect Master Lu has a profound cultivation base, can you give me some advice?" .”

Lu Shichuan looked back at him.

At this time, Ming Zhao slowly let go of Lu Shichuan's lapel, "Master..."

He had a sign of a coma, so Lu Shichuan didn't delay any longer, he stepped into the air, turned into a stream of light and flew across the sky in an instant, before disappearing before everyone's eyes.

Most people in the comprehension world know the cold character of the original owner, and they are not surprised by it.

Only Chu Heng looked at the streamer slowly disappearing from the sky, his eyes were heavy.

After Lu Shichuan left with Ming Zhao, he didn't pay attention to the martial arts arena. Although he hadn't identified the task object in this world, the real plot hadn't started yet, so he wasn't in a hurry.

After Chu Heng has challenged the various sects, he will also take his unforgettable subordinates back to the Tianyin Mountains to study the methods of cracking the unique sects.

Whether he stays in place at this time is not important.

However, there was a slight deviation in the agreement, and Ming Zhao's injury was more serious than in the script.

Lu Shichuan didn't bother to think deeply, he only healed Ming Zhao's wounds.

After the healing, it was getting late.

Lu Shichuan arranged for two disciples to take care of him, and then went to the meeting hall.

In the main hall, the five elders of Wan Jianzong gathered together, and when they saw Lu Shichuan finally appeared, they hurriedly surrounded him.

"Sovereign, Chu Heng is acting perversely, we have to guard against it!"

"If the suzerain does not agree, the sect will offend all the sects together with him. This person is really hateful!"

"This matter is not right. If he really entered my Wan Jianzong's sect, how should I deal with it in the future?"

"According to the suzerain's opinion, how should this matter be decided?"

Lu Shichuan asked, "What happened?"

"Look at me, I forgot that the suzerain hasn't found out yet!" The second elder patted his forehead, and explained the whole story in detail, "After the suzerain left, all the sects who came to participate in the martial arts were unbearable to be humiliated, but they were all defeated. Under Chu Heng's gun, the elders of various sects could not give him the lottery he wanted, so he was not angry, and only made one request."

Thinking about what the other elders said just now, Lu Shichuan guessed the content of the request.

Sure enough, the second elder continued to say: "He actually wants to worship under my Wanjian sect!" He said, his face still puzzled, "Sect Master, what do you mean by this Chu Heng?"

Hearing the expected answer, Lu Shichuan couldn't think of the reason why Chu Heng did this.

"He said it himself."

The second elder nodded, "That's right, it was Chu Heng who said it himself in front of all the sects."

The great elder next to him suddenly interrupted, "Sect Master, this Chu Heng has offended the cultivation world by defeating the elders of all sects mercilessly. If he does this, won't he bring disaster to the east and make Wan Jianzong provoke the world?"

Another elder added: "Sovereign, Chu Heng asked to join the Wanjian Sect to replace the previous lottery. Although the sects didn't say it on the surface, they definitely hoped that the suzerain would accept it. If they refused him, how should they face it?" All sects?"

Everyone was in a dilemma. In fact, they had been discussing for a long time before Lu Shichuan came, and no result has been reached so far.

If he agrees, he will put a person of unknown background and style too arbitrary into the sect, which is tantamount to breeding tigers;

There are tens of thousands of eyes staring at the Huiwu Grand Examination, and the slightest trouble is taken to heart. There are countless cultivators waiting to see the jokes. All sects care about their faces, and they are ashamed to even play tricks...

If they don't agree, all sects will definitely put this account on Wan Jianzong's head at that time.

However, Lu Shichuan didn't pay much attention to these so-called authentic families.

The current Wanjian Sect is at its peak, and the title of the number one sect in the world can calm down the dark Xiaoxiao in his heart. Besides, no matter how many benefits he gives at this time, it will still not be able to stop their greedy hearts 50 years later.

only--

"Go ahead."

The elders looked at each other.

"Sovereign, there are still three days before the end of the martial arts meeting, so there is no need to rush to settle this matter."

Lu Shichuan said: "There is no need to say too much."

His tone was not serious, but there was no doubt about it, everyone could only say in unison: "Yes."