As the bell rang out, thousands of disciples began to gather.

Li Dao carried his sword and stood in the Multi Yang Palace, quietly sizing up Wang Zhong Yang's portrait.

The sandalwood fragrance wafted in the air, causing people to wake up from their stupor.

Sun Zhenzi stood beside Li Dao, feeling uneasy. This was the True Sect, the greatest sect under the heavens. The disciples of the Light Sect could drown themselves with a single mouthful of saliva.

He looked at the young master and saw that Li Dao was expressionless, like a statue of a god.

Not long after, the seven true disciples appeared in the main hall of the Chun Yang palace, led by Dan Yang Zi, Ma Yu, Changchun Zi Qiu, Iron Foot Immortal King, and finally Sun Bu Er.

A group of third-generation disciples wearing black daoist robes followed behind the true seventh disciple, including Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping.

"Li Dao, you still dare to appear!"

Sun Bian Er roared and immediately pulled out his sword to move forward. Ma Yu frowned and stopped his rude and unreasonable wife before he left.

Li Dao slowly turned around without even glancing at Sun Bian Er.

"Yang's life is not inferior to others'. The disciples that he has taught are truly not weaker than others. " Li Dao said coldly.

These words sounded like nice words, but in reality, they were extremely sarcastic. The entirety of a true disciple's anger was aroused upon hearing this. Even the good-natured Ma Yu had a hint of anger on his face.

"Li Dao, what is your purpose for coming here today?" Qiu Jianji asked.

"For what?" The purpose of that is to discredit the entire True Sect and kill Zhao Zhijing along the way. " Li Dao pointed at Zhao Zhijing.

After being pointed out by Li Dao, Zhao Zhijing was infuriated but at the same time a little scared. After all, the current Li Dao was no longer the Li Dao who knew nothing about martial arts two years ago.

Two years ago, he couldn't take down Li Dao, but now, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but feel his legs go weak when he saw the cold look in Li Dao's eyes.

"How dare you say such arrogant words? You secretly learned my true martial arts, so I haven't settled this score with you yet. "

Sun Bian Er raised his eyebrows and said loudly with a righteous tone.

Speaking of which, who in the entire sect wasn't righteous? They are the most righteous people in the world.

"There's no point in speaking any further. Come on!" As Li Dao spoke, he drew his sword. The purple body of the sword reflected the cold expression on his face.

"I'm not underestimating you. Let's attack together, so that I won't have to waste more time." Li Blade's Sword Finger was one of the seven strongest disciples of the True Seven Great Sects, and it included all of the disciples of the True Seven Great Sects.

"How dare you! Let me fight with you!" Sun Bian Er didn't say anything. With a clang, the Hundred Refinement Green Steel Pine Ripple Sword was unsheathed.

"Hold on, Junior Sister." Ma Yu held onto Sun Bu Er tightly and turned to look at Li Dao.

"Little friend Li, we don't have much hatred between us. Back then, when I was unable to see through you, you did not have to act in such a manner.

"First of all, I am not a hero. Second, it's my luck that the True Gods didn't take me in. "Third, you have to ask Zhao Zhijing what he did that time."

When Li Dao said this, everyone turned to look at Zhao Zhijing. Most of them knew of Zhao Zhijing's virtue.

At this time, he also knew that the problem really was Zhao Zhijing. No matter what, Zhao Zhijing was still a true disciple.

Other than Wang Pei-Yi and Sun Bian, the rest of the seven were more or less aware of Zhao Zhi-jing's personality. They looked a little embarrassed. No need to ask, Zhao Zhi-jing definitely didn't do anything good.

However, they could not ask Zhao Zhijing what he had done that day.

"Little friend Li, no matter what Zhijing did in the past, aren't you safe and sound as well?" Ma Yu asked.

It was rare for Qiu Jianji and Ma Yu to not say anything. It was because they felt that Li Dao's internal energy was definitely not inferior to theirs.

If Li Blade's kung fu was low, he would have suppressed him long ago.