While all the forces were racking their brains and arranging their formations for the evening competition, four uninvited guests were welcomed into the closed Ross Arena.
Mr. Simon, the mid-level annotator responsible for guarding this place, felt that he had fallen asleep after being glanced at by the handsome old man walking at the front. In fact, his body was in a humble posture accompanying him. Several people are standing side by side.
The leader of the old man looks to be about seventy years old. He has an angular face, which is well maintained, and there are almost no wrinkles. If it weren't for the silver hair that is scattered casually, he would be about fifty years old. Not an exaggeration.
This person was dressed plainly and neatly, and his manners were chic and neat. The light shining in his eyes was deep and ever-changing, as if he could see the essence of things at a glance.
At this moment, his brows were indifferent but not angry, and at the same time he had a calmness that allowed him to blend into the environment anytime and anywhere.
"Haha! Master Qingjun's 'Grass Ghost Technique' has indeed reached its peak. It's amazing how he can catch an intermediate practitioner with just one glance!" The speaker was an old woman wearing a big headscarf. Man, she laughed first without opening her mouth. She was the smiling old lady who "every time she smiles, some people laugh and some cry."
"What a pity! This kind of magic and practice could have brought a lot of glory to the Yatai Continent, but it was squeezed out and suppressed because of the prejudice of some senior leaders of the Master Association. This kind of decision is really unwise!" A Qi Yu Xuanang said The man said in a deep voice.
This man is tall and strong, with long gray hair cascading down his shoulders, a strong aquiline nose, and cold, shining eyes sunken into the eye sockets, giving people an impression of being unruly, ruthless, courageous and stubborn.
If the fat man were present, he would definitely scream in surprise, because this man is Mr. Maisang's old rival, Pope Palchi of the Apocalypse Sect.
"Grass Ghost Technique?!" A young man who had been following Qingjun muttered these three words to himself, and then slowly said: "Among our techniques, the one that captures people's souls is called 'Photography'. "Soul Technique", and "Grass Ghost Technique" is just one of the inferior methods! Of course, this name is also a trick used by those arrogant annotators to discredit the Bianju Sect!"
"Varodya! Don't be rude! It's just a name, let it be! Are these more than the grievances our magic sect has suffered?! Humph!" Master Qingjun said softly.
His words seemed to reprimand the young man for his arrogance, but there was a hint of pampering and pride in his eyes.
"Boy, I am quick to speak. If I have offended, please forgive me!" Upon hearing this, Varodya saluted Granny Laughing and Parchi and apologized, but his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, nor did he have any sense of remorse.
"Haha! Isn't this young man a subordinate of Mr. Victor? I'm getting older. I felt familiar just now, but now I recognize the voice. Hey! I didn't expect that you are still a master disciple of the magic sect! Alas! You master and disciple are so secretive!" Grandma Xiao didn't pay attention to the young man's rebuttal, but asked in surprise.
"The mayor lacks some outsiders who can handle official matters, so I asked Varoja to come over and help! He was the one who attacked Maisang two days ago, but unfortunately he didn't succeed, otherwise it would have saved us a lot of trouble!" Qingjun Said leisurely.
"What? Did you attack Mai Sang two days ago? Are you sure that the other person is the Mai Sang who caused trouble in Suriel?" Parch suddenly asked the young man.
Upon hearing this, Varoja first looked at Qingjun, and after getting the other party's approval, he replied: "I have never seen Maisang before, but I just attacked a carriage according to Victor's instructions. After that,
When Victor met this man, he named him, and the fat man admitted it."
"How is this possible?" Parch frowned and thought for a moment, then asked: "Did you feel anything strange when you were fighting with him and listening to his conversation afterwards?"
Seeing the confused look on the young man's face, Palchi explained: "Do you think this person might just be a puppet and not Mai Sang himself?"
As soon as the man said this, the expressions of the other three changed.
"Why do you ask this? Tell me in detail!" Qingjun said first.
"Alas!" Parchi sighed helplessly, and then said: "I encountered them in Suril and Maisang a few days ago. I wanted to take them down, but unexpectedly, he used a trick to escape! So, I went all the way.
I have been tracking for several days, but I am still one step behind. I am dissatisfied with Master Qingjun, and you said that I came to Ross this time, firstly, because I received the news that you were preparing to start action, and secondly, because of that Mai Sang."
"You mean that Mai Sang you are chasing has also come to Ross?" Qingjun asked with a gloomy look.
"Haha! Mr. Palchi, the personal adviser to the dignified head of state McCann, whose power is said to be comparable to Master Gongzhuang Dexian, can't even distinguish between a real person and a puppet? This is simply a big joke!" The smiling mother-in-law is still laughing.
He spoke with a smile, but his tone was full of ridicule and distrust.
"Hmph! Regardless of whether he is a real person or a puppet, this guy has single-handedly made the Blood Thorn and the Injection Master Association uneasy! To put it bluntly, this matter is more funny!" Patch teased in a cold voice.
Seeing Granny and Palchi laughing at each other, Qingjun's eyes flashed with a mocking and disdainful smile. He exchanged a look with Varodya, and then smoothed things over and said, "I have worked with Mr. Palchi for several years.
With his strength, there is really no need to speak sincerely! However, Granny Xiao’s doubts are not unreasonable. No matter what the puppet says, it is impossible to be indistinguishable from the real person. In recent days, Mai Sang has done a lot of big things in Ross.
, this really doesn’t look like something a puppet can do!”
"Haha! Mr. Palchi, I just discussed the matter, and I didn't mean to disrespect you. It's understandable that you are new here, so you don't understand the situation here well. But as Master Qingjun said, the Maisan that appeared in Ross
He was both eloquent and quick-witted, and even directly killed the Vulcan King under Claude in a one-on-one fight. Hey, that guy was a genuine high-level injection master! Yes, a puppet had another
How can you behave like this?" The laughing Granny has a character where the more angry others are, the happier she becomes, so she added easily at this time.
"The Mai Sang I was chasing had similar behavior, and the tricks he used were so varied that it was hard to guard against! I didn't think I would be so stupid that I couldn't even figure out a puppet!" Palchi was still angry.
, said coldly.
"Okay! Okay! No matter which one is the real person, haven't they all come to Ross now? Let's take them down together! You two, although you belong to different factions, you are always McCann.
Representatives, we should only cooperate at this time, and never fight within ourselves! How about this, you go survey the areas you are responsible for, and I take my apprentice to play with my restrictions, how about it?" Qingjun finished the order impatiently, and then took Valo with him.
Jia left with Mr. Simon who was still in his dream.
After the two of them walked away, Granny Xiao and Parchi unexpectedly exchanged glances with each other, and then went to do their own business.
At the same time, Volodya, who had already walked some distance away, couldn't help but ask: "Master, are the conflicts within the Macken people really so acute?"
"Humph!" Qingjun said coldly: "There are contradictions, but they are not as pretentious as before you and me. Their move is nothing more than a cover-up to make me realize that I have both sides and work for them with peace of mind!"
The old man paused for a moment, then continued: "I said, you can just call me teacher! I can't bear the term 'Master'!"
Looking at the back of Master Qingjun walking forward, the young man said leisurely: "No matter what you call me, I will always stand north in front of you!"
