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"Both ways!"

"First, establish a sect and become the largest sect in the world, so that the heroes will be subdued and willing to call the master their lord!"

"Second, take on the world with your sword! Use your own power to destroy all the sects!"

The ethereal voice sounded leisurely, but this time it had a hint of indescribable domineering meaning.

"Destroy all the sects?"

Jiang Fengyu frowned and shook his head slightly, "This is not realistic."

To be precise, it is very unrealistic!

What does it mean to destroy various sects? That is to let all sects and sects disappear from the world, but wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Who can do this?

Even if you kill only a few people from a faction, it will still be difficult to cut them off!

"As for establishing a sect..." Jiang Fengyu pondered.

This is actually not difficult. What is difficult is to become the largest sect in the world and impress the heroes!

He estimated that before he could do this, his VIP level would have been upgraded from Level 2 to Level 3. After all, establishing a sect did not happen overnight.

An ethereal voice sounded: "So, with the master's current strength, it is difficult to do it."

The truth!

Jiang Fengyu pouted.

Not to mention anything else, the sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple alone is not something that I can match now.

"However, it's not impossible to give it a try..."

A strange color flashed in his eyes.

The first task has been eliminated by him. Looking for Dugu Qiubai is really a bit nonsense. The world is so big that he doesn't even know what Dugu Qiubai looks like.

Looking for a needle in a haystack is what a fool would do!

But in comparison, starting a sect is much simpler.

For example, he can just recruit a few people to establish a small sect, or even become a sect himself.

"wrong."

Suddenly, Jiang Fengyu was stunned.

He is now the head of Xiaoyao Sect!

After thinking about it, he asked in his mind: "I said, I am now the leader of Xiaoyao Sect. Does this count as establishing a sect or something?"

"It doesn't count."

An ethereal voice sounded leisurely, "Although the master is the head of Xiaoyao Sect, he did not create it himself."

"All right."

Jiang Fengyu rolled his eyes.

"However, the master can change the name after unifying the Xiaoyao sect. In this way, it can barely be called the founding of a sect."

"That makes sense!"

Jiang Fengyu's eyes lit up.

In this way, it will undoubtedly be much simpler.

The Xiaoyao Sect is originally a Transcendent Level sect. Although no one knows it in the world, this is the original rule of the Xiaoyao Sect. It is said that "all the outer disciples who know the name of the Xiaoyao Sect should die."

But now, Jiang Fengyu is the leader of Xiaoyao Sect!

Door rules?

Stop it!

He doesn't care about those bullshit sect rules in the past. Now that she is the head, everything is naturally decided by him!

"This will make it easier." Jiang Fengyu grinned.

Not to mention anything else, the Lingjiu Palace on the Misty Peak of Tianshan Mountain is a huge force, controlling thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands. Even the Shaolin Temple is far inferior!

Plus the Xixia Kingdom where Li Qiushui is located.

"Speaking of which, Tianshan Child Elder's life and death talisman is actually a good thing."

A strange color flashed in Jiang Fengyu's eyes.

To break the life and death talisman, he could only use the Tianshan Liuyang Palm, and although he obtained Wuyazi's Beiming True Qi, he didn't learn many Xiaoyao sect martial arts.

Otherwise, there is no need to come here specifically to find Floating Ripple Microsteps.

"Brother Jiang, are you okay?"

On the side, Zhong Ling looked at Jiang Fengyu with some worry.

Along the way, she saw her brother Jiang sometimes frowning, sometimes showing joy, and sometimes talking to himself, which scared her greatly.

"It's alright."

Jiang Fengyu came back to his senses and chuckled, "What can happen to me?"

"Can……"

Zhong Ling frowned in confusion.

"Nothing but."

Jiang Fengyu reached out and touched her little head, a warm color flashed in his eyes, "Do you want to say goodbye to your parents?"

"don't want."

Zhong Ling shook his head subconsciously.

She knew her father Zhong Wanchou's character very well, and it was impossible for him to let her leave with Brother Jiang.

"Oh well."

Jiang Fengyu nodded.

He pondered for a moment and said, "You know where Mu Wanqing lives, right? Come on, take me there."

"Brother Jiang, do you know Sister Mu?" Zhong Ling was surprised.

"I know her, but she doesn't know me." Jiang Fengyu chuckled, "It's like I knew your name was Zhong Ling as soon as I saw you."

"Too."

Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

She had already determined in her heart that Jiang Fengyu was a god descended from the earth, otherwise how could she have predicted this?

Moreover, with such profound martial arts and internal strength at such a young age, I am afraid that even Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong, who have always been famous in the world, are far behind!

"Let's go."

Jiang Fengyu said calmly, "I heard that she has a good horse. It's a long journey, so I just borrowed it."