Su Li's biggest trump card is the Taoist Sect's Golden Light Spell, and of course the Shangyang Spirit Sword is also a big draw card.
However, because he knew that the Shangyang Spirit Sword was the former Shangyang Sanqing Sword, Su Li could not be exposed in the Small Thousand Realm as long as he could.
Su Li didn't want to do anything that would cause him to get angry.
But now facing Yan Zong Yang Xie's attack, Su Li might not be able to escape if he doesn't reveal some of his trump cards.
"Yang Xie, this son is from my Confucian sect, what do you want?"
After all, Zhu Laosan was entrusted by others. As an elder of the Confucian sect, he was loyal to others when entrusted by others.
Although Zhu Laosan disliked Su Li very much, he would not watch Su Li being killed by Yang Xie.
"Come on, you think I don't know?"
Yang Xie said with a cold smile.
"This son is very ambitious and has never joined your Confucian sect. If your Confucian sect had received a Tianlinggen disciple, it would have been announced to the world long ago and a grand apprenticeship ceremony would have been held."
"There is nothing now. Are you telling me that he is a Confucian disciple?"
"The Confucian disciple's signature skill is to follow his words, why don't you ask him to do it?"
Yang Xie's words were such that Zhu Laosan was speechless. He stared at Yang Xie with big eyes and small eyes. He could only hold back his anger and couldn't vent it out.
Many people from the Xiaoqian Realm around started joking and laughing.
The Confucian sect may value Su Li very much, but at least Su Li is not a disciple of the Confucian sect yet. The Confucian sect cannot intervene to solve the troubles caused by Su Li himself.
"Boy, now you are depriving yourself of your cultivation, cutting off your hands, kneeling down and kowtowing to my young master to admit your mistake, and follow me back to Yanzong to face the wall behind closed doors for three years. I can pretend that this did not happen."
Yang Xie said coldly, but these words had profound meaning.
If you abolish your cultivation, your spiritual roots will not be abolished.
Caught Yan Zong facing the wall for three years?
In three years, Su Li is afraid that he will become a real useless person, and his spiritual roots will have been taken away long ago.
This Yang Xie thought well, but he just found a perfect excuse for himself.
No one can guess what this guy is thinking.
"impossible!"
Zhu Laosan waved his big hand and stopped it immediately.
"Although he is not a disciple of my Confucian sect, he is from the Eternal Immortal Palace. If you insist on attacking him, aren't you afraid that the Eternal Immortal Palace will cause trouble for you?"
Zhu Laosan said coldly.
At this time, the only option is to move out of the Eternal Immortal Palace.
There are two sects and thirteen sects spread in the Xiaoqian Realm. The latter sentence means one palace has forty sects.
The palace in this sentence represents the Eternal Immortal Palace, an extremely ancient super power. Even the Confucian and Taoist sects before it have a history that is not as old as the Eternal Immortal Palace.
This behemoth left the Small Thousand Realm a hundred years ago, but its influence has always been there.
And no one knows how many masters are hidden in the Eternal Immortal Palace.
"Eternal Immortal Palace?"
Hearing these four words, everyone around him was slightly shocked. Many people looked at Su Li thoughtfully. They did not expect that this person with Tianling roots would actually join the Eternal Immortal Palace.
Perhaps the Eternal Immortal Palace left the Small Thousand Realm a hundred years in advance just to arrange for this person with heavenly spiritual roots...
"You said he is a disciple of the Eternal Immortal Palace? I said he is not!"
Yang Xie's face darkened and he said coldly. Do you want Zhu Laosan to retreat just by relying on a few words?
This is naturally impossible. Even if Su Li is really a disciple of the Eternal Immortal Palace, when the Yan Sect is captured and people from the Eternal Immortal Palace come to look for him, the Heavenly Spiritual Roots in Su Li's body will have long been stripped away.
When the rice is cooked, no one can stop Yan Zong.
"You...don't you even believe my words?"
Zhu Laosan said angrily, Confucian people have always said they are good, but this Yang Xie dared to question him.
"Who do you think you are? You are just an ordinary elder of the Confucian sect. Don't think you have any credibility with me."
Yang Xie said coldly: "If you have the ability, let the people from the Eternal Immortal Palace come and tell me in person!"
"Really? Then I will come and tell you in person."
At this moment, a breeze came slowly, and the sound of calm water ripples sounded, like a refreshing wind, and like rain that nourishes all things.
The person who came was a woman, whose appearance was not very outstanding, but her gentle smile gave people a gentle feeling.
This woman looks young, in her thirties, and has a soft aura when she appears.
Behind the woman, another man appeared.
A strong palm rested on Yang Xie's shoulder, causing Yang Xie's body to stiffen in an instant, and the flow of spiritual energy throughout his body began to become sluggish.
A serious and old-fashioned face appeared behind her. This man followed the woman, like a bodyguard.
"Yang Xie, if you have any opinions about the disciples of my Eternal Immortal Palace, you can tell me. Don't frighten the children. They are already so old. They are irritable when they do things, and they are arrested and imprisoned at every turn.
Three years later, I think my family is short of a horse herder. Aji, capture him and take him back later to let us herd our horses."
The woman was smiling and had a joking look on her face.
Everyone around took a deep breath, not daring to breathe.
"You are the little guy sent here by the master of the palace. You look quite handsome. I wonder if you can get married? My sister, Nian Fang, is twenty-eight years old, but she is still waiting for the man she loves."
The woman looked at Su Li with a smile, her face filled with joy.
The corner of Su Li's mouth twitched. The woman in front of him had an average appearance, but her voice was as soft as water, which always gave people an extremely comfortable feeling. Unknowingly, she seemed to have fallen into a land of gentleness.
At this moment, a loud sound sounded in Su Li's mind, as if a sword energy was hitting Hong Zhong.
In an instant, Su Li woke up.
"Huh? You can actually resist my charm? What an interesting little guy."
The woman said with a smile and looked at Su Li twice.
"Ms. Zhu, this is..."
Su Li came close to Zhu Yu'er and heard a whisper, but Zhu Yu'er had no reaction and was stunned on the spot. Even Zhu Laosan, an old ghost, had an expression of admiration on his face.
Obviously, they were bewitched.
"Hello, Miss Zhu?"
Su Li shook Zhu Yuer, who was shaken for a while before she woke up.
"Confucian disciple Zhu Yu'er has met Palace Master Rouyin."
Zhu Yu'er bowed to the woman in front of him with great respect, and her tone also contained a strong reverence. However, Zhu Yu'er's words had some shocking effect, which made her grandfather suddenly wake up.
"Zhu Laosan, a Confucian sect, has met the master of Rouyin Palace."
Zhu Laosan said with a smile and bowed his hands.
"Haha, thank you for your help. The task assigned to you by the palace master has been completed. Leave this little guy to us."
Rouyin smiled, and it was like the spring breeze turning into rain, moistening things silently.
Zhu Laosan was already on guard. There were some golden light patterns floating in front of his face, as if he was resisting the charm.
"Okay, then we'll say goodbye."
Zhu Laosan took Zhu Yu'er without hesitation and turned around to leave. The people from the Eternal Immortal Palace had arrived and their mission had been completed.
As for Yan Zong's Yang Xie, he was unlucky this time, but what does it have to do with Zhu Laosan?