Li Wuxiang was brewing there for a long time, but he only took out a hilt of the sword. This was indeed a bit funny.

But this kind of occasion is not a place to laugh. Li Wuxiang looked at the hilt of the sword with disbelief and looked at Zhong Qiushui: "Is it your bag that you dropped?"

As soon as Zhong Qiushui stretched out his hand, an ancient bronze sword was held in his hand, with blood stains on it, emitting a powerful force, which made people feel chilled.

Zhong Qiushui sneered: "Li Wuxiang, you can't even keep the treasures of my Emperor Tian Pavilion. What qualifications do you have to be the master of this Pavilion?

You can't even be sure whether the people around you can believe it. Among the past dynasties of Huangtian Pavilion, it seems that there is really no one weaker than you!"

A complex look flashed in Li Wuxiang's eyes.

Perhaps until now he couldn't believe that he actually lost in the hands of Zhong Qiushui.

In his mind, Zhong Qiushui is extremely impulsive and irritable. Simply put, he is just a martial artist. Although he has good talent and high understanding, what can he compare with himself?

Only today did he realize that people will change. Before he knew it, the autumn water had become stranger and he no longer knew him.

For example, this time, he had no idea when Zhong Qiushui entered the realm of Wuxian, nor when Zhong Qiushui planned, nor when Zhong Qiushui lost the Emperor's Heaven Sword.

He lost his strength, and he also lost in other places. He lost completely and lost miserably!

With a roar, Li Wuxiang's blood burst out in a blast of energy and the entire world turned into an endless blood-colored field, and a Dharma image was born from the endless blood-colored field.

The Dharma image is like a world that penetrates the sky and the earth, with a powerful body of a demon god, but it has a majestic face, like a god general, with powerful power fluctuations stirring the void, and in an instant, thunder clouds were densely covered in the air!

Supernatural powers!

Chu Xiu felt it immediately that this was the taste of magical powers.

But this is not only a magical power, but Li Wuxiang even incorporated his other skills into it to make it stronger.

The Heavenly King's Dharma-Shijie pinched the power of the thunder in the world, turned into two spears and bombarded directly towards Zhong Qiushui.

The thunder power was dazzling even made Chu Xiu have to close his eyes and could only use his spiritual sense to sense all this.

The next moment, there were ripples all over the body of the autumn water.

As he pinched his sword and fell, ripples suddenly arose wherever he passed, but whether it was the power between heaven and earth, or the terrifying thunder power, after touching the ripples, it began to dissipate strangely.

It is not a cancellation of power, but it becomes nothingness directly, as if this power does not exist in this world at all.

The thunder dissipated, the Heavenly King's Dharma image collapsed, and the blood-colored realm could no longer cover the sky.

Zhong Qiushui's sword finger penetrated directly into Li Wuxiang's chest, but it was so strange that there was not even a trace of blood flowing out. Perhaps even the blood was dissipated by the power of this finger.

Li Wuxiang's face was as pale as paper. Looking at Zhong Qiushui, a smile appeared on his face.

"This is the supernatural power of "Jiuwu" possessed by the second generation of my Huangtian Pavilion. When did you learn it?"

Zhong Qiushui said expressionlessly: "If I said that I would know before I entered the realm of Martial Immortality, do you believe it?"

Li Wuxiang laughed and said, "I believe, of course, I believe, sure enough, from the beginning, I was not as good as you!"

At this last moment, Li Wuxiang realized that in fact, he had always been jealous of planting autumn water.

He is from the direct lineage of Huangtian Pavilion, and the old pavilion master picked up Qiushui at will. Why is he comparable to himself?

However, who would have thought that Zhong Qiushui's cultivation speed was so fast, even to the point where he was approaching him all the time, so Li Wuxiang could only practice even more crazily and did not want to be surpassed by him.

Day after day, year after year. The two people's cultivation is getting stronger and stronger, but no one could have imagined that the so-called two heroes of the Emperor Tian Pavilion will advance so quickly, just because one does not want to fall behind, which disappoints the old Pavilion Master, while the other is due to jealousy and does not want to be surpassed.

When competing for the position of the chief of the Pavilion, Li Wuxiang had no confidence.

He knew that the talent of planting Qiushui was higher than that of himself. At that time, there was almost no gap between the two sides. He had no confidence to step into the martial immortal before planting Qiushui, so he slandered the Qiushui behind his back.

Perhaps from that time on, Li Wuxiang really changed, and he only considered himself, and he didn't want anyone to surpass him!

There was no friendship between him and Zhong Qiushui for hundreds of years, no friendship for decades, and not even a year of friendship.

From the beginning, he was jealous of the autumn water, and he could not tolerate anyone in his heart.

After glanced at his chest, Li Wuxiang murmured: "I thought I had destroyed the inner demon long ago, but I didn't expect that my heart was always occupied by the inner demon."

As Li Wuxiang finished speaking, his vitality quickly dissipated and eventually fell to the ground.

Chu Xiu was not surprised to see this powerful man in the martial fairy realm, and the previous lord of the Emperor Tian Pavilion died in front of him, but he felt a little sigh.

In fact, Li Wuxiang didn't understand him until the end.

He thought his choice was just a cause of his inner demon, but he didn't expect that it was actually his own real idea.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

The skills can be practiced and the realm can be improved, but the personality of a person is not so easily changed. People like Zhong Qiushui are obviously a minority.

At this time, Zhong Qiushui was standing there for a while without saying a word. He didn't know whether he had used his magical powers to consume too much, or because of his friend and opponent who had been entangled with him for hundreds of years, he finally died at his own hands.

At this time, the battle in the hall had ended. Li Wuxiang's confidants had either died or surrendered. The chaos in the entire Huangtian Pavilion lasted for less than an hour before it was settled.

Of course, it may take several years or even more than ten years to prepare for all this.

Turning his head to look at Lu Sanjin, Zhong Qiushui said in a deep voice: "What I said before is still counted. You can do the position of the Lord of the Emperor Tian Pavilion.

In fact, Li Wuxiang is right. I am indeed extreme in doing things and can easily be influenced by others. As the head of a sect, maintaining success is not a mistake, but a mistake is too radical.

You are the East Region Walking selected by the old Pavilion Master himself, the heir of the next generation of Pavilion Master, and even among the entire Daluotian youth generation, you can be named. This position is more suitable for you to do than me."

Lu Sanjin smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "I can't sit still."

The position of the Lord of the Huangtian Pavilion is not only the core of the Huangtian Pavilion, but also to the outside world.

My strength is enough to be the head of the pavilion.

The Lord of the Emperor Tian Pavilion must be the strongest person in the Martial Immortal Realm, or can only be the strongest person in the Martial Immortal Realm."

Who doesn’t want the position of the Lord of the Emperor Tian Pavilion? Of course Lu Sanjin also wants it. Although he is the heir of the Emperor Tian Pavilion in the East Region, in theory, this is only theoretically because there are many people who did not become the Lord of the Emperor Tian Pavilion in the East Region in the past dynasties.

However, Lu Sanjin is also very self-aware.

The position of the Lord of the Emperor Tian Pavilion is not something that anyone can sit just by wanting. When Huang Tian Pavilion is outside, other sects are all martial immortals, but in the end he is a warrior in the True Fire God Refining Realm. This is simply a joke.

Therefore, this position must be sat by planting autumn water.

Zhong Qiushui said in a deep voice: "Since this is the case, I will take it as my choice."

I am not Li Wuxiang, and I will not regret what I say.

Lu Sanjin, you are still walking in the East Region. No one can take the position of heir to the Pavilion Master. As long as you enter the realm of Martial Immortal in the future, I will give way immediately. I will keep this position for you for the time being.

As for the others, everyone still does whatever they should do. Although the lord of Huangtian Pavilion has changed, the sky has not changed yet."

Zhong Qiushui and the impulsive, irritable, reckless and extreme Zhong Qiushui are already two of them. At least the arrangements are well-founded and have not caused too much turmoil in Huangtian Pavilion.

There have been major changes, so the best way to deal with it remains unchanged at this time.

The funeral of the old Pavilion Master continued to be held, but the place where the burial was also turned into the Yuanhuang Realm.

In Li Wuxiang's view, it is not worth wasting an opportunity to waste the vitality in the Yuanhuang territory just to bury a dead person.

But in Zhong Qiushui's opinion, the old Pavilion Master is dead, which is what he deserves. Others have no power and no right to deprive them all.

However, this also made everyone in Huangtian Pavilion feel much more at ease about planting autumn water.

This is a nostalgic person.

Even after so many years, even if the old Pavilion Master is partial to Li Wuxiang, he will not be able to change it. He will probably not settle those who are not on his side afterwards.

After the funeral, Chu Xiu said goodbye to Zhong Qiushui and prepared to go back to Cangwu County.

Zhong Qiushui waved his hand and said, "Go back, I have already passed the news from Cangwu County. The entire Cangwu County, including the southern barbarian land you have captured, is dominated by you. If you want to report the news to the headquarters, report it to the headquarters. If you have personnel appointments, you have the final say."

Lu Sanjin looked at Chu Xiu in surprise, and then he realized that Zhong Qiushui used this condition to exchange for Chu Xiu's side, but why did Brother Chu want so much power? Anyway, he would go back to the deep mountains and forests to practice, and he could not take it away.

Chu Xiu nodded and said, "I'll thank you, then, the Lord, but how do you plan to block the people from Hanjiang City? I guess Hanjiang City will receive the news soon after, and may come to cause trouble for Huangtian Pavilion."

A cold look appeared in Zhong Qiushui's eyes and said, "How to stop it? If you can't stop it, you will fight hard! The old pavilion master is mainly stable, and that guy Li Wuxiang is also very cowardly.

I have been passed down from the Emperor Tian Pavilion for so many years, how could I have no trump card?

Ye Weikong, I can't defeat Ye Weikong, but he really wants to destroy my Emperor Tian Pavilion in Hanjiang City. Even if I fight to the death, I will destroy the other party's teeth and splash his blood!

You must know that there is more than one big sect in the Eastern Region than my Huangtian Pavilion!”
Chapter completed!