“You don’t dare to take on any big things, and you don’t have any sense of responsibility. What use do you guys have for me?”
Lu Bei sneered: “Young people don’t tell secrets. If you want Lu to be the leader, you must be prepared to die. I can take the blame, but if something goes wrong, you must take the lead. Judging from the current situation, you are obviously Without this awareness, this boss would be incompetent.”
After saying that, he stopped talking to everyone, plunged into the Beijun Mountain Mountain Protection Formation, and disappeared into the thick mist.
Everyone stared at each other. They were not disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect and did not have the identity permission to enter and exit. Breaking in rashly would only activate the formation and cause unnecessary disputes. They had no choice but to send a message in a sword letter and wait where they were.
As for Lu Bei, when you step into the territory of Beijun Mountain, you will see a crowd of people in front of you.
In addition to the disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, as well as other sword cultivating forces in Yuezhou, the head of Judu has also sent senior staff including middle and elders, and the standard of the wind-receiving team is extremely high.
Lin Buyan, the leader, had a pleased smile on his face, as if he was such an outstanding disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. For those who didn’t know, he thought Lu Bei was a disciple trained by him.
“Go to hell!”
Lu Bei threw out the Great Power, clenched his fist and coughed out a mouthful of blood, indicating that he was too seriously injured and needed to recover. In a flash of golden light, he went to Forget-Not Peak for retreat.
Not only people were in seclusion, but also the Forget-Not Peak was hiding. The formation was activated, blocking out all the idle people.
Under the siege of the Emperor’s Sect, the sword cultivators who were willing to fight to the death and persisted until now, regardless of their character, had a commendable will and deserved encouragement, but Lu Bei was really in no mood to be polite to them, and was recovering from his injuries while thinking about the next step.
[About the fact that I secretly practiced the Immortal Sword Intent, but my godmother exposed it]
After receiving the new script, Lu Bei had to accept it even if he didn’t want to, but first, he had to determine what kind of boss Hu Er was. Would he be like him, the kind who would only take the blame but not die?
Lu Bei didn’t know much about Hu Er, and ignored the small books he read before traveling, which were all objective, pertinent, and slanderous evaluations without any personal feelings.
In the eyes of the third fox, the second fox is a petty, stubborn, shady old witch who looks for trouble when she has nothing to do. She doesn’t take it too seriously when watching the excitement, and would rather suffer a loss than let others take advantage of her.
Inexplicably familiar, Lu Bei thought about it carefully and hap