Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 683: Cancellation of Zhang Jingqing's "Victory over Zuo Ruotong by Three Moves and Two Styles" Award
Just based on the achievement of "the saint's teaching", not to mention that He Songling has already become an immortal, even surpassing ordinary immortals, even if he is stuck at the position of "half-immortal" forever, he has surpassed the heavenly masters like Zhang Daoling.

At this point, everyone stood up, no matter if they were old or young, no matter what their status or age, no matter if they had pure goodwill towards He Songling, they all bowed to He Songling from the bottom of their hearts and said in unison: "Mr. He's righteousness is something we will always remember."

"Oh, okay, oh, no need to kneel, no need to kowtow, no, oh, please don't kowtow!"

He Songling was so intoxicated with his eyes closed, which was completely subverted from the image of an old immortal who preached the unity of man and nature on the high platform in the past half month. If the young people who had just entered the Taoist sect saw this and knew that the immortals were like this, they would be so shocked that their world view would be shattered.

"Hey, hey!"

Zuo Ruotong punched him twice, "Stop pretending, Si Chong took everyone away to eat."

Indeed, although we had time to eat and rest during these days, it took only fifteen days to teach something that should have taken ten days and ten nights, so the rest time in between was very limited. In addition, we had to comprehend, break through, and record, which consumed a lot of energy. Even though those who could come were all big guys, we looked down on them.

As soon as He Songling announced that the matter was done, they thanked him and said that they would arrange meals. Then, like students rushing to the cafeteria to grab meals after school at noon, they rushed over at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. No one cared about He Songling who was embarrassing himself on the stage.

"You're just talking nonsense." He Songling put down his airs with some regret, smacking his lips, "You don't know how to appreciate this group of people."

"Hey, if you could control your bad behavior..." Zuo Rutong felt even more regretful.

This disciple of his is good in everything. It goes without saying that he is good at national justice and national integrity. Not to mention in the circle of extraordinary people, in the entire history of the War of Resistance, He Songling has to have a strong influence.

In other aspects, he is gifted and capable. Not only has his own practice progressed by leaps and bounds, but he has also brought the Nisheng Gongfa to a level that does not belong to it. The company he founded is also the world's most profitable company. Relying on the upstream and downstream businesses of patents and leading products such as arms and medicine, he has revitalized the Sanyi Sect and even the entire Lao Zhong Yirenjie sect and ushered in a new era. The current wealth of the Sanyi Sect, based on normal practice expenses, cannot be spent in two thousand years.

Judging from these rigid standards and achievements alone, this is simply the most perfect successor to the Trinity Sect, and it is truly a gift from heaven to the Trinity Sect. Zuo Ruotong sometimes wondered if after Lin Zhaoen died, he hooked up with some old gods like the City God or even the King of Hell in the underworld, and begged for more than 300 years before he was able to use his connections to allow people like He Songling to be admitted to the Trinity Sect.

The problem is, once combined with He Songling's psychopathic behavior, it suddenly turns from a blessing into a punishment. At this time, Zuo Rutong has to wonder whether Trinity's founder Lin Zhaoen has kicked over the King of Hell's dragon case in the underworld.

In the past, He Songling was just an apprentice, and the image of the Trinity Sect began to go in an uncontrollable direction. Now he is the head of the sect...

Zuo Rutong didn't dare to think too much.

Never mind, as long as it can be passed on.

Zuo Rutong's mentality now is very similar to that of those old craftsmen watching the shadow play with lasers and flying swords, the old Peking opera actors watching the trial of Galileo on the stage, and the old lion dancers watching the lion dance Subject Three.

"Come on, they don't understand, but you understand too?" He Songling curled his lips. Lao Zuo dared to talk about him. Since he had been with him for a long time, his face had become thicker day by day.

It is hard to say who gained the most from this sermon, but among those who gained the most, Zuo Rutong must be among the top.

Just like what Zhang Jingqing thought before, the original three levels of Nisheng, the moment he reached the third level, was the end, there was no way forward, not to mention the comparison between Shuiyun's second level and Zuo Ruotong's second level. But since discussing and listening to He Songling, Zuo Ruotong has opened the shackles. Although he has been immersed in it for a long time, even He Songling, who has half a foot in the immortal gate, can't make him turn back and find a way to the sky again, but it is still no problem to extend the end of Zuo Ruotong's path of cultivation.

In just half a month, according to He Songling's classification, Zuo Rutong's realm has advanced from the initial third level to the third level perfection.

Zuo Ruotong's accumulation was too deep and profound, especially after he understood the route, this "three dead ends" was no longer a mystery to him, it was just a straight route, as long as he kept going forward, he would get there soon.

Zuo Ruotong's current strength is indeed far beyond Zhang Jingqing. Although he is not as good as him in terms of realm and prospects, his combat strength alone has surpassed Zhang Huaiyi, who is an old man of Qi body origin. Let's put it this way, even if it is the old Zhang Zhiwei, if he wants to defeat Zuo Ruotong now, he has to use some real skills.

Even though Zhang Jingqing had listened to He Songling's sermons for half a month, his gains were among the smallest among the group.

Because his ancestors had the "path" to become immortals, and Zhang Jingqing was determined to walk on this path. He did not take the wrong path, so of course he did not need to change the "path" and start over. Even if He Songling's preaching had an effect on him, to be honest, the improvement was not much.

If they really had to compete, he might not be able to beat his apprentice Zhang Huaiyi, who had practiced the Qi Body Origin Flow for decades. Even if he had the sword seal of the head teacher of the Zhengyi Sect, he still couldn't beat Zuo Ruotong. It was time to take off the hat of "beating Zuo Ruotong by three moves and two styles".

"So, if you were not my master, you would kneel down and kowtow to me three times."

"He Songling, you fucking ..." Zuo Rutong was so angry that he turned into gas, and white smoke was coming out of his head.

His participation in preaching these days was not just to improve his own strength. He had also thought clearly about whether or not to use the Triple Profound Art.

Just use it.

If you haven't reached that realm, then you haven't reached it. It's enough if someone can reach it. I, Zuo Ruotong, haven't reached that realm yet. Is there anything I should be ashamed of? I have practiced wrongly for my whole life. Don't I even have the courage to admit it?

Besides, realm is fake, but strength is not.

No matter what, I, whose surname is Zuo, am the second best in the world.

Who doesn't agree? Come up and fight?
It can only be said that Zuo Rutong has influenced his disciple too much in a subtle way.

He could use the current Sanchong whenever he wanted. The problem was that he couldn't beat He Songling even if he used it.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to find your wife!"

Zuo Ruotong snorted and turned into a wisp of white smoke and flew away.

(End of this chapter)