Logically speaking, she had just been promoted to the Emperor Saint, and her body meridians and holy energy and divine consciousnesses, which had improved a lot compared to the past. She should have spent a while to consolidate her cultivation and then comprehend this sword after fully adapting to the changes in her body and cultivation. However, after fighting Mo Qingqiu with all her might yesterday, she had a lot of insights. After reading his note, she had some experiences, which was the best time to practice this sword.

The warm sunshine shone in front of the window, Luo Enen and others got up, pushed open the door, and saw Gu Fenghua slowly slashing out one sword after another.

The morning light shone on her body, as if she was covered with a light golden veil for her. Her movements were so concentric, like a thousand-foot peak, but so light and agile, like misty clouds and mists. The two artistic conceptions that should have been completely different appeared in her sword at the same time, but they did not go against each other at all, but were so grand.

"We should work hard in Fenghua's cultivation," said the fat white man with emotion. Luo Enen and Ye Wuse next to him also lowered their heads, both of whom were ashamed.

When they were promoted to the ninth level of Heavenly Saint, several people were somewhat complacent. This is normal. With their age, being able to have such cultivation is a miracle in the eyes of most people in Wuji Saint Heaven. No matter who it is, they are enough to be proud of.

But when they saw this scene in front of them, they realized that they were a little proud too early. Even Gu Fenghua, who had been promoted to the Emperor Saint, did not slacken at all. They were even harder than before. What qualifications do they have to be complacent?

The few people remained silent and came to a corner of the courtyard, or sat cross-legged, drew out their long swords, and started practicing.

Ye Yunji stood in front of the window, looking at the figures in the yard, with a look of relief in his eyes.

As time passed day by day, except for the sects whose disciples were summoned by the Lord, most of the other sects had left Qingqiu Gorge. Most of them were because there were exceptions, such as Duanyue Sect.

"Have you found out yet? How did Xiuwen and others die? It's fine for others. How could the two emperors, Xiuwen and Zhixin, and the ninth rank of Heavenly Saints of Mingde and Yushan, how could they die like this inexplicably!" Zuo Hongan roared with an irritable look in the resident of Duanyue Sect.

At this time, Zuo Hong'an's eyes were deep and his eyes were dark red, and his white hair was covered in mess behind his head. Compared to a few days ago, he seemed to have been aged hundreds of years.

The only flesh and blood died tragically at the hands of Gu Fenghua. Before he could find a chance to take revenge, Lu Xiuwen and others died again. The elite generation cultivated by Duanyue Sect spent countless resources was wiped out. The worst thing was that he knew nothing about the cause of Lu Xiuwen and others' death.

He suspected that Lu Xiuwen and others were also attacked by Gu Fenghua, but thinking about the strength comparison between the two sides, it was hard to believe this guess.

Although he hated Gu Fenghua so much that he had already made up his mind to tear him apart and avenge his own son, he would never let go of the real murderer who killed Lu Xiuwen and others.

He pondered hard every day and waited for the news. His temper became more and more irritable, his face became more and more haggard and older.

"Report to the Sect Master, Mr. Hong Zheng is pursuing all his strength." A disciple replied.

"I have been checking, checking, checking, checking for so many days, but I have no clue at all. What is he looking for?" Zuo Hongan was even more furious when he heard this.
Chapter completed!