But now the Heroes Conference is about to begin, and when it’s over, I will take you to meet this friend.”
"Um...he's not here? Can't I go find him directly now? Leader Lin, actually I'm not very concerned about these things in Jianghu. You hold your hero conference, how about I go find your friends myself? Yours
This friend is really important to me."
Mo Zihan's words made Lin Zhonghe smile. After all, he was a child who couldn't hold his breath.
"Of course I know how important this friend of mine is to Brother Han. But let's wait until the Heroes Conference is over to discuss everything. I believe my friends will also be happy to see Brother Han."
"But……"
Mo Zihan also wanted to take the opportunity to meet Ximen Yunhai alone, but was stopped by Lin Zhonghe.
"My friend has been waiting for two years to see Brother Han. Brother Han is just waiting for a moment. I promise that you will definitely see that friend today."
Lin Zhonghe insisted on stopping it, but Mo Zihan couldn't say any more, so he had to give up.
After Mo Zihan chatted with martial arts people from other sects for a while, people from the ten sects finally arrived. The Heroes Conference officially began.
Lin Zhonghe walked up to a high place like a ring and greeted the martial arts practitioners below with fists in his hands.
"Shaolin Master Lokong, Master Quan of Xiaoyao Pavilion, Master Yan of Ni Miao Hall, Master Fu of Qingshan Pavilion, Master of Duanmu Pavilion of Chen Piao Pavilion, Taoist Zhaoquan Guanyun, Master Qiu of Kuoxin'an, Master Ye of Nie Feng Hall, Fan
The left leader of the Shan Sect, as well as all fellow martial arts practitioners and colleagues:
In the past two months, there have been several tragedies in the martial arts world where killers with strong martial arts skills wantonly killed our martial arts people. The five martial arts sects of Fang Wendao, Xingchongmen, Shoumengmen, Qianfengjiao, and Hematang were almost destroyed.
The killers were all wiped out.
Not only that, a month ago, Master Fu of the Qingshan Sect sent his son and thirteen disciples to Wanwu Mountain in North Vietnam to invite Master Kong to celebrate his birthday. On the way, they also encountered a bloodbath by these killers.
Everyone can take a look at the thirteen coffins in this venue, these are the corpses of our fellow martial arts compatriots!"
Lin Zhonghe's words caused a commotion at the scene. Everyone indignantly condemned these killers as being too cruel and unkind.
"Dear martial arts heroes and colleagues!" Lin Zhonghe signaled everyone to be quiet, he still had something to say.
"If such a cruel extermination and massacre comes from a certain sect in our martial arts world, then we will definitely not let such a person go, right?"
"Yes!" The heads of the ten sects basically said nothing, and those who answered loudly were almost all unknown people sitting aside or further away.
"However, this time it is not a grudge between the martial arts sect, but a grudge between the martial arts and the court. The people who killed our compatriots were not people from the martial arts, but people from the court. Lin wants to ask you, are you afraid of people from the court?
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"..."
"Don't be afraid!"
Different from the answer just now, many people obviously did not answer this question, so this voice was not afraid and seemed particularly quiet in the open air.
Lin Zhonghe sighed. "I'll let you meet a few people."
After that, he motioned to the disciples of Fengtian Clan to bring him up.
After a while, five people, either lying down or sitting in wheelchairs, were carried up.
"You may not know these brothers, let me introduce them to you. He is Yang Yufeng from Fangwen Island, he is a relative of Xingchongmen, he is Wei Zhenyao from Shoumengmen, and he is Qianfeng