"Okay, don't worry. Even if there is a Martial Saint, you are not afraid. With my uncle and so many masters here, are you still afraid that he will turn the world upside down? Nuo, you see, it is here as soon as it is said." Just as Chu said When Tian Wen was talking, three colors suddenly appeared on the horizon, and then the three figures became clear from blur. The golden light was naturally the leader of the Golden Sword Sect, Tong Tiantao, and the other two figures, one yellow and one green. But it is quite unfamiliar,
"The mustache who belongs to the Earth Zhenqi is the Jian Channel of Cave Heaven Paradise, and the other old man who belongs to the Wood Zhenqi is Mo Yi." Chu Tianwen stared at the three masters who seemed to be flying in the clouds with a pair of starry eyes, and couldn't help but He spoke, especially Jian Tongtong, who looked like a middle-aged man with two small mustaches. As a supporter of divination, Chu Tianwen naturally knew that this person was very famous in the entire Daqian. Master of physiognomy.
"Haha, fellow comrades, I've been waiting for a long time. Tong Tiantao is busy with official duties, so I'm tired of all the heroes waiting for so long. I'm offended." Tong Tiantao is still wearing the black and yellow Taoist robe. His tall figure and gray hair make him look like a fairy. Daogu.
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When everyone in the audience saw the masters of Daqian martial arts approaching, they immediately lost their irritated voices and replaced them with a look of flattery, which made some of the real disciples of the great sect despise them.
"Everyone, it was not intentional that Daoist fellows Jian and Mo and I were late. It was just because a few days ago, fellow daoist Jian and I received a notice from fellow daoist Mo that a group of unidentified people suddenly sneaked into the north and attacked me in Daqianhe. They are looking for something at the junction of Licia. I think the colleagues of the Hualing Sect already know this." Tong Tiantao raised his hands. The audience immediately fell silent. Hundreds of martial arts people in the audience listened quietly.
"Yes, we have already paid attention to it. Unfortunately, these people have strange whereabouts and superb skills, so we cannot control their movements." The speaker was a rather loud female voice. Lin Yu couldn't help but smile when he heard the sound. With such a loud voice, who else could it be if she wasn't Aunt Qing from the Hualing Sect?
"Well, our martial arts people originally have a vast sky. We have no right to spy on others, but we found that these people are definitely not from Daqian or Lycia, and what they are looking for is definitely not imaginary. After the three of me inquired , what they are looking for is the legendary beast, Tao Zhu!" Tong Tiantao nodded to Aunt Qing. Obviously, these three people were already angry with Hualing Sect Master about this situation.
Hiss! Everyone present took a breath of air-conditioning and frowned upon hearing this. One of the four legendary ferocious beasts, it looks like a tiger and has dog hair. The face of a human, the legs of a tiger, the mouth of a pig, and the teeth of a pig will stir up chaos in the wasteland. The moment his body comes out, the ground will be red for thousands of miles. . . .
"Haha, saying this may be a bit alarmist, but the legendary beast does exist, just like Momomaru's Phoenix." Tong Tiantao looked at the surprised expressions of everyone in the audience, but his eyes glanced at the masked Princess Mi. Another man, whose face was also covered, subconsciously touched the long bow behind his back, but made no move.
"Comrade, it seems that there are many masters coming to this martial arts conference." Jian Dao, who had been silent for a long time, curled his mouth, but his eyes were also looking at Princess Mi.
"Haha, don't be impatient. Apart from them, I'm afraid there are real ideas here." Mo Yi's voice was a little hoarse, but his pair of cloudy old eyes were exceptionally bright. When they took the stage, they deliberately The purpose of showing off his momentum was not only to shock everyone present, but also to see how many amazing masters were hiding in the crowd in front of him. . .
"Everyone, there will be war as soon as Yongzhu appears. For the sake of peace and well-being of the people in the world, I, as a warrior, should do my part. After investigation, the three of us finally blocked these people halfway. Unfortunately, the other party is extremely powerful. , in the end we were unable to keep the leader among them, and although the remaining minions were captured, they had already been planted with witch pots in advance, and by the time we tried to pry open their mouths, they were all dead." Same thing. The leader nodded to the two of them and continued.
"Huh? You can't catch even the leader? Are there still such masters in the world?" Everyone in the audience was talking about it. Such continuity was beyond their common sense, which made them somewhat confused. However, Maybe what others say is alarmist, but if it is Tong Tiantao, it really makes people feel that they are inseparable.
"Okay, regarding that group of people, I am sure that they are Dakun people. As for their purpose, we can't make a conclusion for the time being. However, everyone knows that the purpose of our Jinjianmen's martial arts conference is to Therefore, I declare that the martial arts conference has officially begun." Tong Tiantao didn't seem to want to discuss the matter in depth, but changed the topic and pulled people's thoughts back from their fantasy.
"Fellow Taoists, please take a seat." Tong Tiantao made an invitation gesture to the people behind him. When he first reached the chair in the middle of the wooden platform, several other people saw Tong Tiantao sitting down and sat down one after another.Later, there were disciples from the Golden Sword Sect offering fragrant tea.
"Junior brother Song, comrades, let's get started." Tong Tiantao nodded to the important people around him, and Song Huaiyuan stood up immediately after relieved.
"Dear heroes, we, the Golden Sword Sect, invite you all to gather here today because there are two things related to our Daqian Wulin. First, I think that except for our Golden Sword Sect, all the other major sects have been attacked in Mengtian Mansion in the north. The Maitreya Cult is under attack, and the Maitreya Cult is an evil heretic that deceives the people to cause trouble, so I, the Golden Sword Sect, and the other six major sword sects call on my fellow martial arts sects to unite and eradicate this cult."
"Evil demons and heretics must be punished by everyone!"
"Drive them out of Mengtian Mansion!". . . .
Song Huaiyuan's words caused everyone in the audience to respond. Although there were many other sects present, and they were not affected because they were far away from Mengtian, their relatives, friends and even traveling disciples had more or less conflicts with the Maitreya Sect. , so there are almost a hundred responses to one call.
"Humph, you said that people are evil heretics, how clean do you think you are?" In a remote corner, Pang Song leaned against a stone pier. There was no one else except his disciple Zheng Nannan standing behind him, because the Maitreya Sect had attacked at night last time. As a result, Pang Song has been stripped of his power, so no one wants to get close to him. . .
"Southeast, have you seen it? Where is the weakest defense in Meizhu Manor?" Pang Song's sharp eyes were fixed on the wooden platform. Especially when seeing Tong Tiantao. He was even more angry. He and Tong Tiantao studied under the same person. However, they are incompatible with each other. His senior brother has always been superior to him in terms of martial arts and abilities. When his master left, he passed on all his mantles to him, which made Pang Song's already not broad-minded even more depressed. Especially when his master said before his death that he had an unstable mind and could not teach him anything, it made him hate his senior brother from the bottom of his heart.
"If that old immortal passed all his skills to me, where would it be your turn to be on stage now?" Pang Song felt itching with hatred when he thought of Tong Tiantao transferring all his disciples to Song Huaiyuan. I am used to being domineering in the door. Now that he was suddenly seen as being out of position by someone who was interested, and most of the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect dared to be angry with him but dared not speak out, taking advantage of the current situation, they must have ignored him, which made Pang Song, who was already angry, even more angry.
"Master, the entire Plum and Bamboo Manor has been completely surrounded by the Forbidden Army, Golden Sword Sect disciples, and factory guards. Only the peach blossom forest behind the residence of the Six Friends of Plum and Bamboo has no defensive measures." Zheng Nannan's eyes were also full of Liu Guanghui. Waiting for the guarded figure, I couldn't help but feel jealous and hateful in my heart. . .
"Huh, Peach Blossom Formation? I wonder if this can trap that old eunuch Ke Luyang." Pang Song shook his head, but turned a deaf ear to Song Huaiyuan's angry words.
"Master. How come we are doing this in a coordinated way?" Zheng Nannan naturally saw some clues. But with the master on top, he didn't dare to make any wild guesses.
"Dongnan, you have been my master since you were a child. How have you been treated by your master for so many years?"
"Master is as kind as a mountain. Not only did he teach me his skills, but he also thought about everything for me." Zheng Nannan felt sad when he heard this, fearing that the most terrible thing was about to happen.
"Well, if you don't want to be with me, I won't make it difficult for you. You can just leave." Pang Song glanced at Zheng Nannan, who was bending down, and a touch of metal elements quietly condensed on his right palm. above.
"Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, the disciple should follow the master." At this time, a drop of cold sweat flowed down Zheng Nannan's cheek. For the master who has followed him for almost twenty years, he certainly knows his master's temperament better than anyone else.
"Very good, just listen to Master Song's uncle's speech." Pang Song gave Zheng Nannan a meaningful look and said nothing. . . . . .
"I dare to ask Elder Song, although we are sons and daughters of the world and don't have to stick to trivial matters, but we have to work hard and mobilize people like this, will the court agree?" In addition to those who agree, there are naturally a few people with a long-term vision. Although the Daqian court usually does not care about martial arts. However, they will never sit back and watch whoever becomes more powerful. The Golden Sword Sect is so angry that it will obviously attract the attention of the royal family.
"Haha, don't worry, everyone. I am Yu Fengyi, the commander of the Daqian Factory Guards. My emperor has given clear instructions that this matter will be left to my fellow commanders to take full responsibility. Our court will not only not stop it, but will also assist." Standing among the crowd. He looks like a sturdy middle-aged man. Most martial arts people may not know Yu Fengyi, but everyone knows the name "factory guard".
"Everyone, our seven major sword sects are united in spirit, so we can jointly raise the beam. Three days later, our seven major sects will punish all the elite disciples to counterattack Rizhao City. We will set up seven steering ports there. By then, I also hope that all the heroes will find their own friendly sects and join in, so that I can bring happiness to the people and restore the clear sky here. Thank you for your hard work." Song Huaiyuan finished his words.He first bent down to salute, and then the others stood up and saluted, which instantly raised the atmosphere.
"Roar! Destroy the evil cult!"
"Only the Seven Sword Sects follow suit!"
"Destroy them and save the people.". . . .
People's emotions were ignited, and the audience responded one after another. Representatives from various sects and gangs had prepared letters and would fly to the scribe sect as soon as the conference was over. This martial arts war has not been seen for many years, and now there are seven great righteous The Sword Sect takes the lead. Firstly, they can improve their sect's prestige through such righteous deeds. Secondly, they can train their young disciples. Thirdly, they may be able to take advantage of troubled waters to fish in troubled waters. This kind of business that never loses money immediately made all the sects make up their minds. War has always been the easiest way to make money. Even the martial arts people who value chivalry are more or less clear in their calculations. . . . (To be continued)