At this time, a full day and night had passed, and after Murong Chunyu continued to play tricks, the "Celestial Silkworm Jue" has only been revised to one-third.
Master Kongjing, the Seven Chongzhen Sages and others all stood behind Murong Chunyu, not daring to rush him. Murong Chunyu was very cunning and had countless tricks to deal with them.
Master Kong Jing was really frustrated, and he had already planned to wash out the Tianquan Sect with blood if he could obtain the "Celestial Cankran Art".
However, in the current situation, he and the people of the eight sects seemed to be held in mid-air by Murong Chunyu, unable to go up or down.
All we can do is wait like this!
Zhao Rui crossed his arms, walked all the way to Master Kongjing, and asked softly: "After a little calculation, it has been two full days. People from your eight sects have not made progress. How can you succeed if you keep doing this?"
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"Master, you don't have to worry so much about the "Celestial Silkworm Art". After it is corrected, I will naturally send it to you in person. At that time, "Celestial Silkworm Art" will be returned to its original owner, and we will all be happy."
Master Kong Jing glared at Zhao Rui fiercely, then stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, took a big bite, and chewed it hard.
"Who told you that you can't eat enough food and salt? I can wait even two months for food and drink!"
When Zhao Rui saw Master Kongjing acting like this, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Am I wrong to say that it's difficult to get enough oil and salt? You guys have indeed had something to eat in the past two days, but you have been eating steamed buns everywhere.
Who can bear it?"
Master Kongjing suddenly snorted coldly and said, "You don't need to worry about it!"
Zhao Rui thought to himself: This old bald donkey is really in line with their monk's character. He will not give up until he sees the Yellow River, and he will not shed tears until he sees the coffin.
Zhao Rui saw that the monks behind Master Kongjing were doing the same thing. He immediately waved his sleeves, turned around and walked behind Murong Chunyu.
Seeing Murong Chunyu holding the brush tightly in his hand, it seemed that he had countless ideas in his mind, but he was still reluctant to put pen to paper.
Zhao Rui knew Murong Chunyu very well, and he also knew what Murong Chunyu was thinking.
The reason why Murong Chunyu did this was just to delay time.
Although it seems that delaying time is of no use at all, after all, in three or four days, Master Kong Jing and others will definitely not be able to sit still, and will definitely fight head-on with the Tianquan Sect.
So, Zhao Rui quickly came close to Murong Chunyu's ear and said in a deep voice: "Change it quickly, accept it!"
Murong Chunyu's delicate body trembled, and she quickly raised her head and saw Zhao Rui's face filled with determination.
He smiled softly and said: "You can rest and go, you don't need to take care of this matter."
Zhao Rui's heart tightened, knowing that Murong Chunyu was determined to fight with the people of the eight sects.
Zhao Rui saw that Murong Chunyu couldn't listen to his words at all, so he quickly sat next to Murong Chunyu and hissed: "Don't you just want Master Shi Lin to die in peace? In fact, it's simple. You can at most send Tianquan Sect
The effort will be written in, isn’t that enough?”
Murong Chunyu's heart tightened, her beauty turned pale, and her eyes fell on the white paper in front of her.
In fact, the biggest problem with this dense collection of small characters is that it does not make sense. Many sentences were improvised by Murong Chunyu.
People who practice martial arts can tell at a glance that it is fake.
Zhao Rui's meaning is very simple. If this is the case, then write down the Kung Fu of the Tianquan Sect, then it will make sense.
Murong Chunyu felt that this was too cheap for the people of the eight sects, but after thinking about it, it seemed that this was the only way.