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Volume 4: Demonic Valley and Spiritual Valley Chapter 171: Fighting alone against the crowd

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    "These days, only the brave will die from starvation, and the timid will starve to death. The Bai family doesn't dare to do anything. What about you?" The rich old man quickly put away his face and looked at the other people in the hall.

    There are at least ten second-rate sect families sitting here. It doesn¡¯t matter if one of the Bai family is missing. They can still form a strong joint force.

    "I'm sorry, my Wei family won't be involved anymore. After all, we have cooperation first and our relationship is not bad. If we need the elixir, we can continue trading." Wei Danfeng also stood up and left.

    As the representative of the Yiyuan Sect, Ma Sen, who had already reached many private cooperations with the Wei family, followed him and left without saying a word.

    The wealthy old man looked at Taoist Master Ling Yue, the representative of Qingyang Palace, and said calmly: "In that case, Qingyang Palace will not participate?"

    Ling Yue smiled: "We, Qingyang Palace, have never participated in any battles since the establishment of the sect."

    The rich old man nodded and said: "It seems that my proposal is a bit presumptuous. We should wait until we meet with the Chunyang Sect tomorrow to discuss everything."

    After saying that, he stood up and left. When he turned around inadvertently, a sharp and sinister look flashed in his eyes.

    Without the support of powerful sects and aristocratic families, ordinary second-rate sects cannot form much combat effectiveness.

    The Three Sects are still active today and are still strong.  It's not because the three sects are good to people, but because when the three sects do things, once they choose, they will do it thoroughly. After taking action, they must leave no harm behind.

    Without a few huge helpers that he thought could help, the rich old man did not dare to act rashly, otherwise one of Chunyang Temple's disciples would have to escape.  That is a time bomb. For the mysterious ascetic, he is unwilling to bear such unknown consequences.

    A peaceful night.  On the second day, the sun rose in the east, with blue sky and white clouds.

    This is a rare good weather in winter.

    Although the air is still cold, there is no sharp cold wind from the north.

    In Qiyun Mountain, a red light flew as fast as lightning.

    This red light passed through several mountain peaks and landed on a stream in the mountain.  The figure was revealed, it was Mao Xiaofang.

    With his hands behind his back, he looked around.

    A moment later.  Mao Xiaofang's eyes were fixed on a prominent boulder not far in front of the stream.

    A smile appeared on his face, and his figure flew past.  He reached out and placed a magic weapon like a goat's horn on the big stone.  Then he pinched the spell with both hands and changed it quickly, and the magic power turned into a stream of light and flashed at the fingertips.  A mysterious pattern is formed.

    ??The final handprint.  The sword points at the boulder.  Mysterious patterns flew out, covering the ram's horn weapon on the boulder, and kept circling.

    Seeing this, Mao Xiaofang nodded with satisfaction, turned around, and once again turned into a red light and flew away through the air.

    Ten minutes later, Mao Xiaofang returned to Chunyang Temple.

    Outside Chunyang Hall.  Jiang Le waited with a solemn expression.

    Beside him, Yin Yin was chirping.  Even the injured little white fox stayed with her quietly.

    At this time, a red light flew from the void and turned into Mao Xiaofang after falling.

    Jiang Le's eyes lit up, and he took a few steps forward and asked urgently: "Master, how is the layout of the array?"

    Mao Xiaofang chuckled: "The formation disk has been positioned, and now only the Nine Palaces Main Formation is left. Once positioned, the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation will generate its own induction and form a formation."

    Jiang Le was overjoyed: "That's great."

    "Zhizhi!" The little white fox and the other children also shouted excitedly.

    Although they cannot speak yet, their intelligence is not weak.  They are also aware of the crisis in the division. They seem to be much safer now, and naturally everyone is happy.

    "Then it's up to you. The path you choose can only be faced by yourself. This is the need of your practice." Mao Xiaofang's expression became serious and he said in a serious tone.

    Jiang Le smiled: "Master, don't worry. I know this. Just give me support from behind and leave the rest to me."

    "Well! That's very good. Unless it endangers your life, I won't take action." Mao Xiaofang warned, and his figure turned into red light and entered the Scripture Collection Pavilion.

    "Zhizhi!" The little white fox hurriedly jolted forward and looked at Jiang Le with his chest raised and his head raised, as if to say, if the master doesn't help, we are here, and the disciples will always support you.

    Jiang Le curled his lips and said, "Forget it. After this time, your master will perfect the trial phantom formation. You must pass the test for me once. If you can't pass the test, don't blame me for being harsh on you, master."

    The little white fox was immediately dumbfounded. His cute big eyes revealed his grievance, with a pitiful look on his face that I supported you so much but you bullied me so much.

    Jiang Le ignored it directly?It's so cute.

    It¡¯s enough to be injured once. If you don¡¯t have the strength next time, you may be captured or killed.

    These little guys need the necessary training.

    Time passes slowly, the sun rises higher and higher, and the warm light shines on the earth.

    In Qiyun Mountain, some birds, insects and beasts that did not work hard in autumn quietly came out of their hibernation places and struggled to find food in the snow.

    Outside the Chunyang Observation Illusion Formation, a piece of flat land two hundred meters away has been sorted out.

    It¡¯s past nine o¡¯clock now, and there are only ten minutes left to meet Jiang Le at ten o¡¯clock.

    The heads of the martial arts sects who came to Qingyang City have all arrived here, sitting under the prepared tents, drinking tea and waiting.

    For Jiang Le to be so supportive, many masters in the martial arts world have come, but they haven't shown up yet. Many martial arts cultivators present are angry.

    These days are not like before. Even if you are a monastic sect, you may not be able to achieve supernatural powers that reach the heavens and the earth.  It¡¯s hard to say that apart from alchemy, your Chunyang sect doesn¡¯t have many Taoist techniques that can control the situation. Calculated in this way, the status and martial arts sects present are not that strong.

    However, the leading sects and representatives of aristocratic families did not say anything, so these martial arts cultivators could only suppress their anger.

    Not long after, when the time was approaching ten o'clock, Jiang Le, whom they had been waiting for for a long time, finally appeared.

    "Hahahaha, I'm sorry. I was scared by a large group of bad guys during the day yesterday. I went to bed a little late at night and woke up a little late today. I hope all you martial arts masters can forgive me." Jiang Le laughed and said  Apologizing, but with no apology on his face.

    Seeing this, several martial arts cultivators who were so angry almost couldn¡¯t help but stand up and curse.

    Those here are all used to being waited on. Some people say they wait for others, but most people wait for them.

    "It doesn't matter, Taoist Master Jiang is not late." A rich old man stood up and said with a smile.

    Jiang Le looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

    The rich old man smiled and said: "The old Zhao Xinming has been appointed as the master of the three sects."

    "Three sects? I've heard of it. It's said to be a very domineering sect, with three sects and nine streams, and it's majestic!" Jiang Le praised.

    The rich old man was not happy. His eyes flashed and he smiled without saying a word.

    But the two middle-aged men standing behind the wealthy old man glared at Kang Qing, their blood boiling with murderous intent.

    Jiang Leming¡¯s writing is a compliment, but the content is derogatory.

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    "Fellow Daoist Jiang, we are here to discuss cooperation with your sect. It does not seem like a decent way to entertain guests outside the door." At this time, someone spoke again.

    Jiang Le looked over.

    This is a thin old man with a goatee, hair tied up, and wearing a gray robe.

    Jiang Le looked at him in surprise at first, and then realized.

    This old man in Taoist robes is actually full of blood and has no fluctuation in mana.

    Grinning, Jiang Le said: "My master is a monastic sect. He practices in seclusion. If he is not a member of the same sect, he will not be accepted. Please forgive me, the Taoist priest."

    The goatee Taoist snorted coldly: "What bullshit rules, I have never heard of them. When you say that, I can understand that you are contemptuous of all of us here?"

    Jiang Le smiled and asked: "So what? No, so what?" (To be continued)
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