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Chapter 882

The sun is scorching in the sky, but the wind is surging.

The faces of the Three Saints were uncertain. Su Li fell from the sky, his face pale.

Qing Lingtian walked gently to Su Li's side and patted Su Li's shoulder with an indifferent smile.

The eighteen guards of the Eternal Immortal Palace suddenly jumped out, stood beside Su Li, and guarded him.

"Yu'er, what are you doing!"

Li Guier pulled Zhu Yuer, but the latter got rid of the restraint and rushed directly towards Su Li.

"Come back, you can't interfere in this matter!"

Bai Rou shouted loudly, does this girl like Su Li so much?

If Su Li was not a Taoist disciple, maybe Bai Rou and Li Guier would support Zhu Yuer, but Su Li cast the Golden Light Curse, which fully demonstrated that he was different from Zhu Yuer in Taoism.

If they have different paths, they cannot conspire with each other. The two of them are destined to be impossible.

"Yu'er, you're back."

With a soft groan, Zhu Laosan, as an elder of the Confucian sect, had extraordinary strength, so he naturally controlled Zhu Yu'er.

"Grandpa, Su Li helped us, have you forgotten?"

With tears in Zhu Yuer's eyes, she said with great compassion.

"Even if the remnants of the Taoist sect have given us great favors, we can only forget them."

Zhu Laosan sighed regretfully. He was originally very optimistic about Su Li, but at this moment he had to shake his head to stop Zhu Yuer.

The remnants of the Tao sect are the remnants of the Tao sect. When Confucian disciples see people from the Tao sect, they should take action to kill them!

Over the past hundred years, the conflict between Confucianism and Taoism has reached its peak, and this is something that cannot be resolved.

"Can……"

Zhu Yuer wanted to say something else, but at this moment Zhu Laosan was not polite and hit Zhu Yuer directly on the back of the neck with a knife.

now.

Storms suddenly appeared on the martial arts stage. The three Confucian sects stood high and suspended in the air. A group of elders and disciples of the Confucian sect stood opposite Su Li. They all had solemn expressions and harbored murderous intent.

It was impossible for them to let Su Li leave.

Not even if the Eternal Immortal Palace acts as a guarantee!

"Su Li is not a Taoist disciple."

At this moment, the Three Saints slowly opened their mouths and explained rather helplessly.

"What!"

"What are the Three Saints talking about?"

"Su Li has cast the Golden Light Curse, but he's not a Taoist disciple?"

Everyone was shocked, thinking that the Three Saints were trying to protect Su Li.

But how is this possible? The Three Saints hate the Taoist sect deeply. How could they protect a Taoist sect like Su Li?

"Su Li broke into the Taoist treasures and must have received the inheritance from the former Taoist masters..."

"I'm afraid that strong man is..."

"Shangyang Sanqing Zhenren."

At this moment, as the Three Saints slowly spoke, everyone recalled this name in their minds.

Shangyang Sanqing, these four words are very familiar, but I can’t remember where I heard them.

Suddenly, Bing Guan'er, a disciple of the Bingpo Sect, was shocked.

"Yes, everything is correct."

"Su Li's swordsmanship, the Dharma he summoned, his understanding of the Golden Light Spell, and his disdain for the Taoist sect..."

"He is the inheritor of that one!"

Bing Guan'er's eyes sparkled with golden light, and she felt extremely regretful at this moment.

Elder Taiyi was shocked and stared at Su Li.

No wonder he knows that kind of stunning sword intent. He turns out to be that inheritance disciple!

"Who is Shangyang Sanqing?"

"I don't know, but this name seems familiar. Is there such a powerful person in Dao Sect?"

"You must check the ancient books carefully when you go back..."

The younger generation in the stands started to speculate one after another, but the older group of people had expressions of surprise on their faces.

Shangyang Sanqing, these four words, are terrible names that have been passed down from eternity.

Taoism and Confucianism, who wouldn't tremble under this name?

"Although Su Li knows the Golden Light Curse, it does not mean that he is a Taoist disciple."

"You know, Su Li also understands the power of truth. Could it be that he is a disciple of my Confucian sect?"

"Besides, with the Master of Qing Ling Tian Qing Palace as my guarantor, I believe that Su Li is not a member of the Taoist sect. What's more, the Taoist sect targets Su Li everywhere and attempts to kill Su Li. This shows that his identity is extraordinary."

"Therefore, he is not a Taoist disciple."

The Three Saints took a deep breath, then slowly shook his head and said.

"this……"

The expressions of everyone in the Confucian sect changed with shock. Even the Three Saints spoke like this. Who else dared to refute anything.

For more than a hundred years, as long as someone in the Xiaoqian Realm is exposed to the Golden Light Curse, they will immediately be hunted down as a Taoist disciple.

But Su Li was the only one who cast the golden light spell in front of the Three Saints without being hunted down.

"Su Li, this competition is over, what do you want to say?"

Hong Bai, one of the Three Saints, landed next to Su Li with a smile and asked with a smile.

"I just want to know if I won, and if I win, will I be the first?"

The pale Su Li had a faint smile on his lips, and his deep eyes were filled with blood.

He defeated Yang Jian, but the price he paid was somewhat heavy.

"Of course I win, you are number one."

Hong Bai smiled, stretched out his chubby hand and patted Su Li's shoulder gently.

Su Li was already extremely weak, and when he was patted lightly by Hong Bai, his body instantly fell to the ground, unable to sleep.

"you……"

Hongbai was embarrassed and quickly checked Su Li's condition. He was no longer surprised when he found out that he had fallen asleep.

When the people from the Eternal Immortal Palace came together, Hong Bai could only pretend not to see the resentful looks in their eyes.

"In this battle, Su Li versus Yang Jian, Su Li wins!"

"The gold list ranking battle ends today, Su Li won the first place!"

Hongbai announced the results of this gold list ranking. Those who were familiar with Su Li were excited, but more people were still silent, as silent as death.

Su Li's performance has far exceeded their expectations.

Maybe the world of Xiaoqianjie will change in the future.



The war was earth-shattering, but after the war it became particularly miserable.

Su Li woke up in embarrassment, his whole body was extremely sore, there was only a faint wisp of spiritual power in his dantian, and ninety-nine spiritual dragons were entrenched in Yuanying's body, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Seeing Su Li wake up at this moment, Qingyun was immediately ecstatic. She raised her head, with a look of joy under her eyes.

"Su Li, you finally woke up! I thought you had been dreaming for three years!"

Qingyun was smiling brightly, but the dark circles under her eyes did not affect the girl's beautiful face, but instead gave her a different kind of beauty.

"Su Li is awake?"

Rouyin and others who were guarding outside rushed in instantly, each with a strange look in their eyes. Perhaps Su Li was still a junior in their eyes before, but at this moment, he should be a peer.

Yang Jian half-stepped into becoming a god, but was defeated by Su Li, something even the Eighteen Guards could not do.

This is enough to show that Su Li's cultivation has reached its peak and can rival the Eighteen Guards.

"Everyone, how long have I been asleep? Why are you all so surprised?"

Su Li scratched his head, feeling the dryness coming from his meridians, and asked very strangely.


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