Eight hundred and seventieth chapters everyone's thoughts
At dawn the next day, Murong returned to the Zen room. Before closing the door, he looked at Cheng Lingsu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. In fact, he was not really that anxious, but Shennong Hall was a very important part of his plan.
, so Cheng Lingsu is particularly important.
He had to keep such a person firmly in his hands. It was indeed a bit despicable to say it, but he asked himself that he would not let Cheng Lingsu suffer any injustice in the future.
"Qi'er," Murong Fu suddenly called out from the air, a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and Liu Shenghua Qi appeared silently.
"You don't have to go to the meeting today. You can stay here and take good care of her."
"yes."
Arriving at the square of Shaolin Temple, most of the martial arts people were already waiting here. After all, Xie Xun's ownership will be decided today. Xie Xun also represents the Dragon Saber. How could they not be active?
Beside Murong Fu, Xiao Longnu and Li Mochou seemed to have reconciled. They were talking and laughing without even looking at Murong Fu. Everyone in the group was present except Cheng Lingsu, Liu Shenghuaqi and Qi Qige.
, Yingying Yanyan’s, they are extremely eye-catching wherever they go.
For some reason, the Shaolin monks who were very unfavorable to the Murong family yesterday seemed as if nothing had happened today. Even the number of seats in the Murong family has been expanded a lot. Basically, each person has a chair.
"Sir, we seem to be here early." Tingfeng said with a curl of his lips.
Murong Fu smiled and said nothing. The other girls also looked unhappy. How could they care about this? Only Shuang'er couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
"Young master once said that the big shots are the last to appear. If we come so early, we won't be able to show our identities at all. You see, Wudang, Emei, Quanzhen, etc., haven't arrived yet." Tingfeng explained.
Her words were not concealed at all, and everyone present heard them clearly. For a moment, everyone looked at the Murong family members with strange expressions.
What do you mean by this? Not only have you belittled us, but you have also elevated your Murong family to the same level as Wudang Emei?
Murong Fu pretended to glare at Tingfeng, "Little girl, don't talk nonsense."
Then Youyou added, "So as not to arouse jealousy."
"This is too thick-skinned." A thought flashed through everyone's mind, and they turned away, not wanting to see the Murong family again.
Murong Fu calmly ordered, "Today we are just going to the theater, talk less and watch more, remember."
As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Wushuang and Tingfeng without leaving any trace, and the meaning was self-evident.
Then all the famous sects came in one after another. When Yu Lianzhou passed by the Murong family's seat, he specially said hello. When people from the Emei sect passed by, it was like a gust of cold wind. Every Emei disciple looked at Murong Fu.
Their eyes were very unkind.
Finally, people from the Shaolin Temple arrived, but to everyone's surprise, it was not Xuanci who led the team today, but Master Fang Zheng. In addition, in addition to the eminent monks of the Xuan generation, several divine monks of the Kong generation were also there.
The lineup is a bit more luxurious than yesterday.
Abbot Xuanci was exposed to such a big scandal yesterday, and everyone knew it, but it was just a little unexpected. After all, we should wait until this martial arts tournament is over before dealing with it too late.
As soon as Fang Zheng opened his mouth, he announced, "Xuanci, the abbot of this temple, was punished due to temple rules and was seriously injured. Today, I will preside over the meeting."
Originally, since Xuanci's matter was exposed in public, the Shaolin Temple would definitely execute him in public in order to restore its reputation. Unexpectedly, the collapse of the Sutra Pavilion yesterday was so sudden that the matter was suppressed.
Naturally, the heroes had no objections. It made no difference who presided over the meeting, as long as Xie Xun was handed over.
Fang Zheng didn't waste any time and said bluntly, "Xie Xun, the Golden Retriever Lion King, one of the guardians of the Demon Cult, sneaked into the Central Plains secretly, and I was lucky enough to capture him. I don't dare to be greedy for credit. I am willing to discuss with all the heroes in the world how to deal with this demon."
"That's right, that's right, even deliberation can't produce a result. The outcome will be determined by fighting."
The heroes discussed each other a lot, and many of them spoke fiercely. They summed it up with one sentence: Whoever has the biggest fist belongs to him.
Of course, the heads of the famous sects did not say a word. They all knew that the Shaolin Temple would not be so kind and hand over Xie Xun for nothing, and the people here are not fools. The fight for Xie Xun is not just for the dragon-slaying knife, the real
There are very few, if not none, who seek revenge.
"Sir, shall we fight?" Tingfeng couldn't help but ask.
Murong Fu reached out and tugged on her delicate ears, "Did you turn a deaf ear to what I just said? We were just watching a show."
Tingfeng's little head shrank, a little disappointed, "That's so boring."
Fang Zheng did not speak, but looked at Yu Lianzhou, Qiu Chuji, Zhou Zhiruo and others.
After a while, the heroes gradually calmed down, and Yu Lianzhou was the first to speak, "Xie Xun harmed my fifth brother's family. Originally, we, the Wudang Sect, should fight to the death, but Xie Xun is my fifth brother's sworn brother, and my fifth brother has a spirit in heaven."
, I’m afraid it will be very difficult, so I, the Wudang Clan, will not participate in the fight for Xie Xun.”
"Second Uncle!" When Song Qingshu heard this, he couldn't help shouting. Although he didn't think he could grab the dragon-slaying knife, Wudang's grabbing it meant that he had grabbed it. How could he give up in vain at this time?
Before Yu Lianzhou could speak, Zhang Songxi shouted, "Qingshu, it's not your turn to speak here."
"Yes." Although Song Qingshu didn't want to, he didn't dare to disagree in the slightest.
In fact, not only Song Qingshu, but everyone else is also a little confused. The feud between the Wudang Clan and Xie Xun is well known to the world. After all these years, some people still say that the Wudang Clan is colluding with the Demon Cult. Now is a great opportunity, whether it is to seize the Dragon Slaying Sword or the Demon Cult.
It was the best opportunity to clear this grievance, but Yu Lianzhou actually gave up.
Master Fang Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Does Erxia Yu represent the meaning of Zhenren Zhang?"
In fact, it was a bit offending to ask this question. He came to participate in the martial arts conference on behalf of the entire Wudang, but now he was asked whether he represented Zhang Zhenren's wishes. Doesn't this mean that he was not qualified enough?
Master Fang Zheng secretly regretted his words as soon as he said them, but Yu Lianzhou smiled slightly and didn't care at all, "That's exactly what the master meant."
Fang Zheng looked at Zhou Zhiruo again.
Zhou Zhiruo's face was obviously more frosty than yesterday, and she said coldly, "I, Emei, did not come here for the dragon-slaying knife today, but only to destroy the demon sect."
This is true. The Dragon-Slaying Sword is in the Emei Sect. There is no need to fight for Xie Xun. However, her master has a few last wishes. The revenge of the Tianjian Sect has been avenged. The Dragon-Slaying Sword and Yitian Sword have also been found. The rest
The only way is to eliminate the demon sect and its leaders.
The fundamental reason for coming to the martial arts conference this time is to see if there is a chance to show off the power of Emei and become the leader of the right path to lead the community. In addition, if people from the Ming Cult come to rescue Xie Xun, especially Yang Xiao, she must keep him.
Down.
Qiu Chuji also said, "The Quanzhen Sect does not want Xie Xun, nor does it want the dragon-slaying knife. If there are remnants of the Demon Sect coming here, this sect will not be lenient."
After hearing what these two people said, Master Fang Zheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "You are all good, you are all saints, but I, Shaolin, am a villain."
"We, the beggar gang, have a life-and-death feud with Xie Xun. We must kill this thief with our own hands today." Zhuang Juxian suddenly said.
After yesterday's battle with Xiao Feng, this man seemed to have matured a lot, but also became a lot more gloomy. It's no wonder that since he knew that he would not be Xiao Feng's opponent after another hundred years of training, he set his sights on the Dragon Slaying Sword.
Up.
Following the Kongtong sect, Kunlun sect, etc., they also expressed their stance that they must kill the big devil Xie Xun with their own hands. They were filled with righteous indignation and their tone was extremely fierce, as if they really had a grudge against Xie Xun for destroying their family and genocide.
"What did Mr. Murong say?" Fang Zheng asked again.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, "I, the Murong family, are not interested in Xie Xun or the Dragon Saber, so you can fight for it."
Fang Zheng couldn't help but secretly scold himself for talking too much. Only Murong Fu could say such straightforward words, but no one could do anything to him.
"Mother, what should we do?" Next to the Beggar Clan's seat, there was a separate seat with no flag on it. Huang Rong, mother and daughter, were sitting there. Guo Fu asked worriedly at this moment.
Huang Rong originally counted on Murong Fu, but after what happened last night, she wished that Murong Fu would die. How could she ask him for help? She muttered, "Let's see first."
For a moment, all the heroes spoke enthusiastically, vowing to capture Xie Xun, drink his flesh, and eat his blood. They were about to lose control of the situation, but at this moment, a young monk hurried over and whispered beside Fang Zheng.
For a while.
Fang Zheng's expression changed slightly, but then disappeared immediately. He pressed his hands softly, and the whole place gradually became quiet.
"Everyone, what I was worried about has finally happened," Fang Zheng said. "According to reports from disciples, the Demon Cult leader Wuji is heading towards the mountain with all the demons."
"What, people from the Demon Cult are here?" The heroes were immediately shocked.
"How many have come?"
"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us, and every one of us can drown them with spit."
"I didn't get to see the battle at Guangmingding last time. I thought it would be a lifelong regret, but I didn't expect it would happen again today."
"Kill all the remaining demon sect members."
"Kill all the remaining demon sect members."
Some of the heroes were panicked, some were excited, and so on.
"Hahaha," suddenly, a burst of high-pitched laughter came, and the sound resounded throughout the whole place, "Old Bat wants to remember that whoever threatens to destroy our Mingjiao must be placed one by one in the future."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, "It's Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King of the Demon Sect."
Immediately, a blue-black shadow flew across the sky, hovering in the air, and let out a chilling and sinister laughter.
Su Wen heard that Wei Yixiao was the best in the world in Qinggong. What I saw today was that his reputation was indeed well-deserved. Moreover, his voice was full of energy, without any sense of suffocation, which shows that he has plenty of energy and extremely deep skills.
"The demon leader of the demon sect is coming, everyone, be careful."
I don't know who shouted, and the heroes came back to their senses and immediately looked around vigilantly.
"Hahaha, you are all a bunch of cowards. There are so many of you, why are you afraid of me alone?" The Green Wing Bat King said with a smile in the air.
"Junior Zhang Wuji, I have taken the liberty to come to visit the eminent monks of Shaolin. Please forgive me for any offense I have offended." At this moment, a loud voice sounded from all directions.