The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 117: Who do you think you are?

The cold wind howled, and the temperature in the valley was extremely low. Even though these young disciples were practitioners, they had to endure a bit of hardship. They stood behind rocks or in caves, and their discussions were shattered by the cold wind. Looming.

"Why wait for another day? He won first place in the road warfare. We are still far behind. We have to hurry up."

"Just be content with you. Only one day, we came all the way, and we have been delayed for four days in order to meet with your teams."

"It's the hell, why should he say he can't leave without leaving?"

Everyone knows this is what Jing Jiu meant.

If Jing Jiu was not born in Qingshan, and his seniority is high, and Bai Zao's support has been gained, I am afraid that everyone has already started to make trouble.

It was those Qingshan disciples who also felt very depressed, but they didn't dare to say anything.

"What on earth do you want to do? Do you think there will be a big event ahead, so you have to gather more people?"

Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and asked softly.

Snow Country should indeed be something major, and there may be a great danger ahead.

But Jing Jiu does not want to unite all the forces that can be united to fight the unknown danger.

"Wait another long time." He said to Bai Zao.

Through the journey of the past few days, Bai has already guessed his intentions.

Jing Jiu has mastered the route and speed of each team, and his route arrangement can ensure that he meets these teams in the shortest time.

Bai has already calculated that if he waits for a long time in this valley, he will encounter two other teams.

The situation is exactly the same as before, and there is also a Qingshan disciple in each of the two teams.

The sun leaves the middle of the sky, the cold wind is getting stronger, and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

The discussion of the young disciples gradually subsided, and they began to meditate and adjust their breath, fight the cold, and restore their true essence.

The atmosphere in the canyon did not calm down because of the quietness. Instead, it became more and more depressed and anxious, even the cold wind could not dispel half of it.

Half an hour later, a small team came to the canyon and was left behind.

When the setting sun was one palm away from the gorge, the last team also came here.

At this time, there are ten teams in the canyon with a total of forty-five people.

Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu.

"If everyone is there, just say it. Just relying on your seniority, record, reputation, plus my reputation, it is impossible for them to stay."

Sure enough, the long wait exhausted the patience of these young people, and the atmosphere in the canyon became a little turbulent.

I don’t know which sect’s disciple shouted: "The sun is about to set, why isn’t it leaving?"

Jing Jiu did not look at the dozens of young faces full of questions or irritation.

He said to Bai Zao: "Send a message to Xishanju, I request to stop the Taoist war and immediately recall all the disciples."

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West Mountain is at the highest point, and the clouds are still lingering, but the twilight is approaching, and the entire peak seems to be burning. The heads of the various sects were still discussing why Jing Jiu had to bring the dozens of young disciples to stop, whether to urge or punish him, and suddenly received news from the snowy field.

Dao Zhan encountered unprecedented challenges.

It's not that the disciples who participated in the Taoist war encountered sudden changes in the world, but because such things have never happened before.

No one even thought about it.

"Jing Jiu demanded to immediately stop the Taoist fighting and recall all the young disciples."

He Guogong's face is a bit ugly.

Kunlun's head is frosty, and he scolds: "Is this guy crazy?"

Nan Wang would surely sneer if she changed her mind to something else, but at this time she was a little shocked by Jing Jiu's request and didn't say anything.

The heads of the various denominations looked at each other silently, and they all thought this matter was ridiculous.

Even if Jing Jiu is a kendo wizard that Qingshan Jianzong focuses on training, even if you are a re-disciple of real Jingyang, but you are just a young disciple participating in Dao war, what qualifications do you have and where do you come from? Such an absurd request?

The Zhongzhou faction elder thought this matter was a bit weird, so he glanced at Nan Wang and asked, "Why did he make this request?"

He Guogong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "He said he didn't feel good."

Zhongzhou faction elders looked slightly different and said: "Just this sentence?"

He Guogong sighed and said: "Yes, there is no other reason."

The head of Kunlun sneered and said: "If you feel bad, you must end the Dao war? Who does he think he is?"

The great beast wave two hundred years ago was the only time the Taoist war ended early, and this year it has been determined that there will be no beast wave.

The Taoist battle has been halfway through, and the participating disciples went deep into the snowy field. There were turbulent wind and turbulence everywhere in the sky. If you really want to stop the Taoist battle and bring them back immediately, you must use the magic weapons of each sect. The point is, even if it can be done, why does the spiritual world make such a big move because of Jing Jiu's words?

Because of the occasional cold fog these days, or because of the iron nematode that has never appeared again?

Even if Bai Zao deduced it, it was really a matter of the Snow State. The ice monsters hidden deep in the snow field returned, what does it have to do with Dao War?

"Regardless of why he went crazy, but he blatantly violated the rules so blatantly, he must be punished."

The head of Kunlun said in a cold voice: "I request that Jing Jiu be disqualified from the competition."

Nan Wang's face became more ugly.

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Naturally, the Dao war will not stop because of Jing Jiu's words.

As the head of Kunlun said, he does not have this status, nor does he have this qualification.

The current situation has become what kind of punishment should be imposed on Jing Jiu's arbitrariness. ..

If the request is made today by ordinary disciples from other sects, they will definitely be disqualified directly, and then subject to extremely severe punishments afterwards.

The problem is that Jing Jiu is Qingshan Junior Master.

He is here.

And he should have been the number one in the road war this year.

More importantly, everyone knows what Zen Zi means to him.

The heads and elders of various sects of Curie Xishan went to Jingjue Temple.

Only Chanzi can decide what punishment should be imposed on Jing Jiu.

There are seats in the small courtyard deep in Jingjue Temple, and there is tea on the table.

But no one was seated, looking at the window, waiting for Zenzi to speak.

I don't know how long it took, and a voice came from the window.

"Does Jing Jiu restrict the actions of the contestants? Or does he take action? If there is nothing, then what reason shall we use to punish him?"

Listening to these words, the head of Kunlun's face became a little ugly, and he said, "Is it because of his nonsense?"

"Since I know it is gibberish, why should I care about it."

After saying this, there was no sound from behind the window.

He Guogong understood what Zen Zi meant, smiled bitterly, and said to everyone: "Forget it, just treat it as a young man. Anyway, it is impossible for him to stop the Dao war. Who will listen to him? Of?"

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Just like I told Guo Gong~IndoMTL.com~No one will listen to Jing Jiu.

After knowing what Jing Jiu meant, the cold valley suddenly became noisy.

Dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Jing Jiu, shocked and complicated.

In their eyes, Jing Jiu, who won the first prize in the Dao War, was a kendo wizard worthy of admiration, but now they look at Jing Jiu as if they were watching a lunatic.

"Why do you stop fighting in advance?"

A prudent monk from Baotong Monastery asked.

Jing Jiu said: "I feel a little bad, there seems to be danger ahead."

Listening to this, the crowd was in an uproar.

An angry voice rang.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are Zenzi, His Majesty, or the head of Qingshan? Are you crazy!"