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There are discussions in the Yuetai Hall. For example, the reunion of old acquaintances or old friends in the past, or like-minded people who think about the situation of the war in the West of Heaven and the West to criticize the current problems.

Various sounds linger in my ears.

However, what ultimately attracted all the attention was this lukewarm question.

The Yuetai Hall suddenly became quiet. Hundreds of eyes looked at the voice-over, and then they moved to the six people in the academy with a wonderful look.

"interesting."

"The question is interesting, and the person is interesting."

"It is said that the black-clothed white-haired Lord Luo City is in the realm of transformation and disaster?"

"High enough cultivation!"

"Just don't know what kind of mind is?"

"I can't start."

"That's right. This is the Emperor Alliance, not the Bodhi Academy, nor the Fengxue Silver City."

"I see... hang!"

“…”

As many voices echoed, Luo Changfeng was stunned at first. Then he signaled Li Xingyun and Li Luo to sit down. He stood up and tidied up his clothes to salute the vocalist and asked, "How do you call this person? ?”

The man stroked his beard, not knowing whether he was of high self-superior or old age, he glanced at Luo Changfeng and said arrogantly: "Zhongzhou Xuanyang Sect, Zhao Wumian."

Chen Li, the head of the Shen family, added to Luo Changfeng: "It is the old leader of Xuanyang Sect, who has not been involved in the world for a long time. This time, the leader personally invited him to come out of the mountain."

Luo Changfeng nodded with a smile, without saying anything. Then he sat down in all his sight.

This move is really elusive.

For a moment, the platform palace was filled with thoughts again.

"Are you giving up?"

"Not like!"

"I guess I remembered this name silently in my heart and settled the score later."

“Eight out of ten.”

"Although Xuanyang Sect is not as good as the Twelve Stars Rivers, a giant like Jiange, is still the Zongzi Mountain that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. Before the rise of the Emperor Alliance, one-third of the territory of Zhongzhou was held by Xuanyang Sect, and it was a bit deeper. Unpredictable.”

“…”

Luo Changfeng could not hear the voices of the people in the Yuetai Hall, but could hear his own voice.

When he sat down, he suddenly sighed. He thought how great it would be if Jiang Manlou was here. That guy would definitely glar at him, then slapped the table, pointed Ru Jianyao at Zhao Wumian in Xuanyang Sect, and asked, "You are blind." ?”

Thinking of this, Luo Changfeng smiled bitterly

I shook my head helplessly. As the Taoist Master of Bodhi Academy, I still do everything myself...

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to slap the table in anger.

Suddenly, five slap sounds behind him were neatly heard, and then Li Xingyun, the director of Bodhi Academy, the Taoist Shililuo, the Taoist Shi Yingtian, the Taoist Shi Yi Hongniang, the Taoist Shi Qiuyinan, the Taoist Shi Qiuyinan pointed his hand at Zhao Wumian, the five people Qi said: "Are you blind?"

The platform hall was silent.

The needle can be heard.

Chen Li's face was stiff and slightly awkward.

Luo Changfeng is deeply proud.

Zhao Wumian, the old leader of Xuanyang Sect, was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him. If it weren't for being pulled by several colleagues beside him, he might have drawn his sword to face him now.

But after all, he was the lord of a mountain. The old traitor who had lived for thousands of years. Zhao Wumian broke away from his fellow practitioners and quickly calmed down and said, "It's me who is clumsy in his eyes. I was just wondering before, since Bodhi has regained roots, why don't you see it? The disciples of Wuxiang Laoer hated Xue Qingshan for the culprit?"

Zhao Wumian looked at the Tiandong New Saint Liancheng Jue. In his eyes, he was just a stinky boy. And the so-called Nine Golden Orchids, which was a joke compared to the twelve stars of Jingtian.

Zhao Wumian, the old leader of Xuanyang Sect, sighed and said, "This world is really worse than the next generation!"

Luo Changfeng was still not angry.

After all, I will never be a teenager.

Just cultivated and said, "Transforming foreign demons overturn our mountains and rivers and turmoil our people. Although we are not talented, we know that at this moment, we should let go of our old grievances and hatreds, unite with the enemy and resist foreign enemies. This is also the purpose of the alliance gathering here. Even Mr. Zhao

The sect leader insulted my master’s name. Changfeng really wanted to kill you in the Yuetai Hall here, but he still endured it... The intention was to be the first to express his opinion for you. The world is in trouble, and every man is responsible!"

Zhao Wumian, Xuanyang Sect, sneered: "The yellow-mouthed child is so big!"

Luo Changfeng didn't have time to reply.

Lian Chengjue picked up the cup and Yao respected Luo Changfeng and said, "I want to hide it from Dao Zun, in fact, I really want to beat him to death, and I will also smuggle Xuanyang Sect."

Luo Changfeng replied: "The Holy Lord has a heavy word. You must know that the world is in trouble, every man has a responsibility, and our responsibilities are heavy but the way is long..."

Lian Chengjue drank a sip of wine and silently looked at the shadow in the cup: "The road is long and arduous, and I will search up and down."

Luo Changfeng said: "It's reasonable."

The concert between Bodhi Academy and the Holy Lord of Tiandong completely regarded Zhao Wumian, the Xuanyang Sect, as if nothing had happened.

How can this energy be handled? Xuanyang Sect has been among the top sects in the world, and Zhao Wumian is also transformed without any hesitation.

When the Venerable of the Tribulation and Realm was powerful in the Jianghu, the so-called Academy Dao Zun and the New Saint of Tiandong were afraid that their fathers would never have come to the world, so they dared to be so arrogant?

Zhao Wumian's cultivation and energy immediately attacked his whole body.

The whole body was shaking.

He stood up and did not hide his state of transformation from the disaster. He thought that no matter who he chose, he should teach these two ignorant juniors who were ignorant of the world. Even if this move was inappropriate, he could only apologize to the leader afterwards.

It's right.

His eyes were covered with a cold edge, looking at Luo Changfeng and Lian Chengjue who were still sitting in the same place. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand, he suddenly saw a figure emerging from the palace gate.

Those who entered the palace had white clothes and white hair.

Holding a white paper fan in hand, the handsome young man.

It turned out that Di Wuxi has arrived.

The young Emperor Alliance leader looked at Zhao Wumian with agitation, and the latter stopped in an instant, and his hand, which was in mid-air, turned to his fist: "I have seen the leader."

In the platform hall, various royal families under the Emperor's Alliance stood up to salute.

Then Luo Changfeng, Lianchengjue, Muyun Jiancheng, Lin'er, Qiubeixue, Liang Bing, Wang Tingji, etc., all the sect masters, mountain masters, sect masters, family masters,... all the guests in the hall were successively held against the emperor's leader.

present.

Emperor Wulei followed up and then walked towards the main seat in the center of the hall. He did not forget to greet everyone along the way, and nodded to Luo Changfeng.

The boss will attend the seat.

The atmosphere in the platform hall was obviously very different from the moment before. The white-clothed and white-haired Di Wulei, holding a white paper fan, sat upright on it casually, as if he fell on his head with natural pressure invisibly, which was suffocating.

This feeling is particularly strong with the Twelve Starchuan people and Jiange people who are close to Di Wulei.

So Lianchengjue seemed to be thinking about something.

Muyun Sword City, with awe-inspiring swords, was as calm as usual.

Wang Xiaoer was slightly surprised and looked at each other with the old Master Zui Jian, Shoufeng Pavilion beside him, speechless...

Shortly after Di Wulei appeared, the spare seats in the Yuetai Hall began to be filled one after another, and the heroes from all sides who temporarily lived in the Thirteen Wind Tower arrived one after another. Soon, there were 170 guests full of guests.

In addition to the forty most powerful people in the realm of the Transformation of the Tribulation who are in the sky and the west, and the old antiques left behind by the mountain gates of each family, this platform hall, which is only a drop in the ocean, is truly gathered.

The most peak combat power in the world.

The banquet opens.

The discussion on where the earth goes and goes on in the world is slowly spreading like a landscape painting under the guidance of Emperor Wuxie.

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