After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

Chapter 238 They are all good

Righteous Alliance, Hanging Island.

When Luo Jiuqiu and others arrived, He Qiuheng had been waiting for a long time.

Luo Jiuqiu curled his lips and said to He Qiuheng: "Leader He, you are really stupid. As the leader of an alliance and the protagonist of the discussion, shouldn't you be the last to show up? It's a bit embarrassing to wait so long. "

There were many monks nearby who heard the sound and looked over, but few of them were qualified to make jokes at this time.

A vein jumped on He Qiu's forehead, his expression was serious, and he said: "Sect Master Luo, please take a seat."

"cut."

Luo Jiuqiu made a disdainful sound, pulled out a seat at random and sat down.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu took his seat, the seats next to him were immediately taken away, and some even almost got into a fight over it.

Everyone wants to get closer to Luo Jiuqiu.

Of course, no one dares to grab the position closest to Luo Jiuqiu.

Yunfu naturally sat on the left hand side of Luo Jiuqiu. As soon as he sat down, he leaned in the direction of Luo Jiuqiu. The good single seat made him become a double seat.

Luo Jiuqiu raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Yunfu, with a smile on his face but not on his face.

Yunfu looked back expressionlessly, slightly curling his lips, and struck a beauty blow at close range. Luo Jiuqiu took a deep breath and his anger dissipated.

It was at this moment that the monks followed Luo Jiuqiu's line of sight and discovered that the Nine-Slay Sword Master was coming.

The Nine-Slay Sword Master disdains anyone except Luo Jiuqiu. He is as cold as an ice peak, and his aura is often invisible. It is difficult for ordinary monks to notice him without paying attention.

Those whose cultivation level is lower than the Nine-Slay Sword Master are called ordinary monks.

At this time, the Nine-Slayer Sword Master suddenly appeared, including He Qiuheng, and the monks present all saluted and said hello.

These people saluted very reservedly and did not crowd forward. Because they did not dare, they stood there one after another with either respectful or fearful expressions. They did not dare to get up after the salute.

Yun Fu's eyes were unwavering, his slender and beautiful fingers were curling up in Luo Jiuqiu's hair, with a smile on his lips, and only Luo Jiuqiu was in his eyes.

Yun Fu didn't speak, and the monks didn't dare to move at all, for fear that if they moved even a little bit, the sword master would cut off their heads with a sword energy.

Fortunately, Luo Jiuqiu was in a good mood and decided to be a good person today.

Luo Jiuqiu said calmly: "No need to be polite, the sword master doesn't like to talk, just feel free to do as you please."

At this moment, Luo Jiuqiu was like a Bodhisattva in the eyes of the monks, rescuing people from suffering, and his whole body was filled with holy light.

As we all know, Sect Master Luo is the only true love and nemesis of the Nine-Slay Sword Master. Whatever Sect Master Luo says is what he says.

Immediately, all the monks thanked him one after another, stood up quickly, and sat down.

When the monks sat down, many monks couldn't help but glance behind Luo Jiuqiu.

Qi Wu stood in the fourth position from left to right behind Luo Jiuqiu, smiling half-heartedly and with evil eyes, staring at the monks who were looking over furtively.

The monks who peeked over immediately trembled, and all the hairs on their bodies stood up.

Behind Luo Jiuqiu stood seven people lined up, all of them were her apprentices. There was nothing she could do about it, all of her apprentices were very clingy.

He rejected his junior brother and his two apprentices, he also rejected Murong Xun who wanted to come to the theater, and he also rejected his son who wanted to stick with him, but he could not refuse his seven apprentices.

Although the apprentices are very clingy, they are still very well-behaved on the whole. Each of these apprentices has a close relationship with the Four Gods. If you pick them out individually, they are all qualified to have a distinguished seat. But now they all stand obediently in Luo Jiuqiu behind.

Luo Jiuqiu smiled at the monks, pointed behind him, and said, "Everyone knows my disciples, okay?"

The corners of the monks' mouths twitched.

The scene fell into an eerie silence. Everyone wanted to speak, but couldn't.

The seven disciples behind Luo Jiuqiu are all different from ordinary people. They are either emotionless or full of malice. Not long ago, one of them was one of the two biggest public enemies of mankind, Demon Emperor Qiwu. That was the proper Nine-Star Demon Emperor. Except for the Nine-Slay Sword Lord, no one present was his opponent.

Everyone was frightened.

Luo Jiuqiu turned her head slightly, and for a moment the disciples standing behind her all showed obedient and respectful expressions, and called in unison: "Master!"

Luo Jiuqiu smiled, his eyes full of pride, and looked back a little confused as to why the other monks were strangely silent.

Facing Shang Luo Jiuqiu's doubtful gaze, the monks had no choice but to brazenly praise him with trembling voices.

"Ah, he's quite... well-behaved..."

"Sect Master Luo is so lucky to have such a good disciple, haha."

"These guys are really like a dragon or a phoenix among people, haha."

"Envy, envy, envy, envy, Sect Leader Luo is awesome, awesome."

Luo Jiuqiu seemed not to see through the smiles of the monks against their will, nor did he understand the trembling words of the monks.

Luo Jiuqiu smiled back, nodded kindly, and said, "You are so polite, haha."

Qi Wu said: "Master, do you want some tea? I can pour it for you?"

Bai He and Lin Heng were already moving together while Qi Wu was talking. One was holding the tea cup, the other was pouring the tea, and the whole set of actions was completed in one go.

Qi Wu touched the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth and silently said "ha". He often wanted to kill his fellow disciples, including his fellow disciples.

Hong Ling: "Master, let me squeeze your shoulders."

Hong Ling Er said: "Master, I will give you a pat on the back."

Bai Hai frowned and thought about what he could do. He glanced casually and saw a plate of light green snacks on the table that looked delicious. He quickly brought it over and placed it in front of Luo Jiuqiu.

Bai Hai smiled and said: "Master, eat."

Lin Heng'er took out a paper fan with light ink landscape paintings from his arms, unfolded it with a "pop" sound, and fanned Luo Jiuqiu.

This paper fan is a magic weapon with a handle. While it brings a cool breeze, it will also bring a touch of fresh and warm spiritual energy to Luo Jiuqiu. The better he is, the more comfortable he will be.

The other monks present were all stunned. They finally realized that what Luo Jiuqiu said just now was true, and her disciples were really well-behaved.

But the premise is that you only behave in front of Luo Jiuqiu.

Luo Jiuqiu raised his eyebrows at He Qiuheng and said, "Qiuheng, you see how great it is to have apprentices, why don't you accept a few as well."

He Qiuheng's serious face couldn't help but tremble, and he held back a sentence for a while: "No, I can't bear it."

"Haha, you."

Luo Jiuqiu raised his finger and pointed at He Qiuheng, commenting: "You are worthless, timid, and you haven't pursued him yet. You can't do it, Qiuheng."

Several veins popped out on He Qiuheng's forehead instantly.

Thanks to He Qiuheng's self-cultivation and tolerance, someone else would have started a fight with Luo Jiuqiu.

"Ancestor!"

At this time, a high-pitched shout came from far away. It was the people from the Yuxu Sword Sect who had arrived. They shouted loudest. The one who rushed to the front was the Great Elder Chu Zhiyi.

Luo Jiuqiu suddenly showed an undisguised expression of disgust.

But Chu Zhiyi was quite enthusiastic, flying over quickly and shouting: "Ancestor Luo, where is my little ancestor from far away?"

(End of this chapter)