In the dense forest eighty miles southwest of the capital, Emei sent his disciples to follow Master Miejie through quickly.
Ding Minjun's eyes stayed on the iron ring on Zhou Zhiruo's left hand, and the resentment in his heart continued to increase.
She was dissatisfied!
She is the senior sister of the Emei Sect, and her martial arts skills are the highest among her disciples.
She handles all matters in Emei, and she is at the forefront of the battle against the Demon Cult.
Zhou Zhiruo started late and her martial arts skills were not as good as hers, so why did she get the iron ring and inherit the position of head of Emei.
She didn't dare to resent Master Miejie, so she could only put all her resentment on Zhou Zhiruo.
Master Miejie stopped and said, "Jun Min, let this disciple rest for a while."
"Yes, Master." Ding Minjun hid his resentment and responded loudly.
Zhou Zhiruo helped Master Miejie to a dry place, swept away the dead branches and leaves on the ground, and spread a piece of clothing on the ground.
"Master, please take a rest."
When Ding Minjun, who was not far away, saw it, he curled his lips, cursed a few times in a low voice, and ordered the junior sisters around him to find food to satisfy his hunger.
Seeing that there was no one around, Zhou Zhiruo knelt in front of Master Miejie, took off the iron ring on her left hand, and held it in her hand respectfully.
"Master, this disciple is incompetent and unvirtuous. He is not worthy of being the head of Emei. I ask Master to take back my order."
Master Miejie stared at Zhou Zhiruo with dagger-like eyes, "Do you know the consequences?"
"Disciple knows."
If she hands back the iron ring, then she will have no hope of taking over as the head of Emei in this life. Zhou Zhiruo raised her head and mustered up her courage to speak.
Master Miejie sighed and withdrew his gaze. Now that he was out of trouble and all the disciples were nearby, he could no longer force Zhou Zhiruo to accept the position of leader like in Wan'an Pagoda.
When she returned to Emei, she had to retreat to heal her wounds, and someone in the faction had to take charge of the affairs.
Apart from Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun is the only one left who has the ability to take over the position of leader.
Ding Minjun is too narrow-minded and has no tolerance for others, so he is not the best choice for the leader.
Extinction seemed very hesitant and couldn't help but look over.
Ding Minjun was paying close attention secretly. When he saw his master looking at him, he quickly walked over.
He glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, who was kneeling on the ground, holding the master's lucky iron ring in both hands.
The secret passage must have offended the master and was forced to hand over the iron ring.
He was overjoyed and saluted respectfully, "Master, do you have any instructions for Minjun?"
Miejie saw the clues in her eyes, felt unhappy in his heart, and put an end to the idea of passing the throne on the spot.
He reached for the iron ring in Zhou Zhiruo's hand and glanced at Ding Minjun again.
Ding Minjun suppressed his excitement and looked at the iron ring with burning eyes.
Just waiting for the master to pass the iron ring to her.
But she didn't expect it. Master Miejie just paused and put the iron ring on the index finger of her left hand.
Ding Minjun's hot heart suddenly became cold.
"Minjun, inform all the disciples that we will continue on our way after taking another tea break."
"Yes, Master."
Ding Minjun resisted the urge to cry, left Master Miejie, and arranged the follow-up matters.
"Minjun, go to the rocky beach to investigate."
"Okay, Master."
Ding Minjun picked up the long sword and walked towards the rocky beach with his two disciples.
Not long after, Ding Minjun came back from exploring the road ahead and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Master, as long as you cross this rocky beach, you will be out of the scope of Dadu, and the Tatars will have nothing to do."
"good."
Nowadays, wars are rising in the Central Plains, rebel armies from all walks of life are confronting the Mongolian Tatars, and the Yuan court's control over local areas has dropped to a freezing point.
As long as they pass through the rocky beach and leave the control area of Dadu, they can turn back to Emei.
Master Miejie raised her head and looked at the sky, approaching Shen Shi quickly, and with the strength of their feet, they could almost cross the rocky beach ahead.
"Emei disciples listen to the order, speed up, and cross the rocky beach ahead before dark."
"Master, look!" Zhou Zhiruo exclaimed.
A black sedan chair carried by a Western monk appeared at the end of the rocky beach.
The Western monk was very fast, but his steps were very steady, and there was no sign of the sedan shaking at all.
"Master!"
The Emei disciples were a little flustered.
"Why panic!"
Extinction is the result of those who have gone through strong winds and waves. Despite the turmoil in his heart, he kept his face calm. He took a deep breath and asked loudly: "The Emei sect is extinct here. Monk Fan stopped and announced his name!"
The famous Western monk seemed not to have heard anything, and continued to stride towards the Emei Sect carrying a black sedan chair.
"Protect Master, Emei Sword Formation!"
Ding Minjun drew out his sword and shouted, taking the lead in charging forward.
The famous Western monk threw the black sedan upward, and his figure flashed out and rushed towards the Emei disciples.
The black sedan flew high into the sky, slowly descended, and landed smoothly without making any sound.
Master Miejie felt a trace of internal energy coming out of the sedan, which shocked her and forced her to concentrate on guarding.
The Emei sword array surrounded the Western monks, and the nine long swords attacked the Westerners respectively.
As mentioned above, Ding Minjun's formation is too weak. Facing the top-notch monk from Ximing, he simply cannot support the operation of the entire sword formation.
After fighting with the sword formation for a few times, Xi Ming Fan Monk immediately discovered the weakness of Ding Minjun's formation.
Three people cover and one person attacks.
Ding Minjun's cultivation has indeed improved in recent years, but he still has not reached the level of a first-grade warrior.
Facing the monk who was attacking him, even though he fought hard, he was still slapped out of the formation.
Zhou Zhiruo saw that the situation was not going well and flew to take over the position of the formation's eye, barely able to keep the sword formation functioning.
It's just that her cultivation level was worse than Ding Minjun's. Fan Monk stared at the formation and attacked, but after a few moves, he was also knocked out of the formation.
Once the hole in the formation was broken, the formation could no longer operate. The famous Western monks each used two palms, and all eight Emei disciples were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
All the remaining disciples of Emei drew their swords and rushed out. Unfortunately, their cultivation was even worse and almost all of them were killed.
Seeing all the disciples seriously injured and falling to the ground, Master Miejie was furious!
He used the Emei Nine Yang Kung and slapped it with one palm.
The black sedan flew up and landed in front of Monk Fan. He stretched out his finger from the sedan and tapped lightly. The strong wind roared and hit the palm force of Miejie.
Master Miejie's body seemed to have hit a mountain. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards for dozens of meters before falling heavily onto the rocks.
Seeing the situation, the famous Western monk picked up the long sword scattered on the ground and walked towards the Emei disciples with a grin.
The sword light flashed across the neck of an Emei female disciple.
"Stop!" A figure galloped from a distance, and when it was not far away from Fan Seng, he slapped a palm.
