The North Plains Snow Wolf Organization is a huge organization with many masters under its command. Therefore, the leader Snow Wolf has great ambitions and is very powerful. He has a Snow Wolf Sky-Splitting Style and has few opponents in the world. It is said that his strength has reached the point of becoming a saint. At the peak of the mid-term period, he had the ambition to dominate the underground martial arts world and was one of the top forces in China. Therefore, it was Sima Zhao who convened the alliance of underground forces this time. Everyone knew Sima Zhao's intentions.
But then again, among the powerful forces in China, who is much weaker than the other? All of them are unruly people. The underground forces have been calm for too long, so this time the Snow Wolf is trying to sway some of the underground forces. The forces are all here. The strong ones want to occupy a place in this underground alliance. The weak ones also want to join in the fun and gain experience. Besides, it is organized by Beiyuan Snow Wolf. Those weaker forces also want to join in the fun. I dare not not come, for fear of retaliation in the future.
Outside the palace, not far away, a group of people appeared. Each of these people were arrogant and arrogant. They walked slowly towards here. The leader was a tall man with small eyes, but a cold expression. There was a faint light, his name was Leng Wuming, he was the leader of the White Whale Gang, these people all had a white whale embroidered on their sleeves, they were obviously members of the White Whale Gang, they had arrived.
"Haha, it turns out that the leader of the Beluga Gang, Leng, is here. It's a long way to welcome him. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."
At the entrance of the main hall, three people came. The leader was an imposing man, about thirty or forty years old. His hair was shiny on the back, as if it had been beaten by a dog. This person's name was Xuefeng, and he was a capable subordinate of Xue Lang. The general's strength has also reached the middle stage of becoming a saint, but he has not yet reached the peak. He came to greet him. There were various gangs and factions, which was not rude. The two people behind him also looked extremely cold and handsome. They did not say a word and had a very strong aura. Leng, surprisingly both are masters in the early stages of becoming saints.
The people responsible for welcoming them are all masters from the three major stages of entering the Sainthood. It can be seen that Snow Wolf's strength is still very huge. Even the guards standing guard are all masters at the peak of the late stage of entering the house.
"You're welcome, you're welcome, who are you?" Leng Wuming looked at Xuefeng, his breath slightly restrained, and he cupped his hands slightly. After all, the strength of the person in front of him was not weaker than him, so although his White Whale Gang was also a big group, However, in this place where thousands of gangs gather, they still don't want to cause trouble easily.
"Ahem, my name is Xuefeng, and I am the eldest disciple of my master," Xuefeng said with a smile on his face, a calm attitude, and a rather elegant look.
"Well, thank you," Leng Wuming said calmly after hearing this. He didn't expect that Xue Lang was so arrogant that he only sent one disciple to greet him. Although this Xue Feng's strength seemed not weak, in terms of seniority, he was not as good as himself. It was quite a bit off, so Leng Wuming didn't care and didn't take him seriously.
"You're welcome, please come inside,"
Xuefeng smiled and said, the displeasure in his eyes flashed past. With his strength, it was enough to establish a sect. This man named Leng Wuming seemed to be a little cold to him, which made him feel a little unhappy. But he came here. They are all gang leaders, and they are on the same level as his master. They are indeed not as senior as others, so Xuefeng can only be secretly depressed in his heart and cannot show it on his face. He is a guest from afar, so he still has to treat him with courtesy. But the enthusiasm seems to have dropped a bit.
At this moment, the majestic hall where the Snow Wolf Organization is located is already full of people, with sharp eyes and amazing momentum. Some are talking softly, some have their eyes closed to meditate, and some have indifferent expressions, their eyes flickering when they open and close. There are monks, Taoists, secular people, and martial arts families. It can be said that it is a great gathering, and the scene is huge.
Both sides of the main hall are filled with high-end mahogany chairs, which are prepared for the coming big forces. Only a few important figures of the big forces can sit, and the others can only stand at the back. There is a chair at the front.
It is nearly a foot taller than the others, and the chair is also larger than the others. Behind this chair is a huge mural, a huge and ferocious snow wolf, leaping up, lifelike, with a pair of green eyes shining.
The dazzling light is very powerful and awe-inspiring.
"Leader Leng, please come this way!"
When Xue Feng walked into the hall with Leng Wuming and his party, the messy hall suddenly became quiet. Many people looked at Leng Wuming and his party, some nodded in greeting, some looked indifferent, and some had expressions on their faces.
sneer.
Leng Wuming looked at everyone, raised his hands, and then sat at the position pointed by Xuefeng, not at the front or at the back, but in the middle. This also shows that the strength of his White Whale Gang is only here.
It can be considered average.
After letting Leng Wuming come here, Xuefeng went out directly. He had to greet other guests. After Leng Wuming sat down, someone from the Snow Wolf organization soon served him fragrant tea.
Leng Wuming gently picked up the tea cup and gently sipped the tea leaves with the lid. However, he did not drink it. Instead, he casually scanned the people here. He found that many gangs had come, even the Shaolin
and Wudang also came. These two powerful leaders, Taishan Beidou, were sitting on the left and right seats respectively.
A tall monk with a red face and cassocks, with a long and gray beard, put his hands together and chanted sutras. But when he came, he nodded to himself and closed his eyes to rest, while the old Taoist priest on the other side didn't even look at it.
Looking at myself, I have been sipping tea carefully, holding Buddha dust in one hand, wearing gray cloth clothes, and I feel like a master from this world.
"Humph," Leng Wuming snorted softly, lowered his head and drank tea, while the disciple behind him stood behind him.
"Pa"
At this time, a man slapped his big hand on the table and stood up suddenly. This man had a tiger's back, a leopard's head and eyes, and was dressed in Miao Jiang. He had a scimitar in his waist. The back of the knife seemed to be very wide, and there were embroidered patterns on the handle.
Some gems, not to mention how good this sword is, those gems are also very expensive. This person is Xiao Wanshan, the master of swordsman in northern Tibet.
"What do I mean by Snow Wolf? I've been sitting here for a long time, and why didn't I come out to say hello? I only sent a few bird disciples to work. Isn't the airs too big? He really thinks he is the leader of the underground alliance.
"Huh?" Xiao Wanshan, the tyrant sword, spoke, his voice buzzing, and the whole hall buzzed.
"That's right, what is Xue Lang trying to do? All the guests have arrived, but the host doesn't come out. Is this playing a trick on us?"
Another person stood up. This person was sitting opposite Leng Wuming. He had a slender figure and a face like a crown jewel. He was elegant and elegant, like a white-faced scholar. At this moment, this person took a sip of tea and said lightly.
, without raising his head, he was trimming his nails there. It seemed that nothing could disturb his manicure. His hands were very slender. This person was from Mingyue Villa, a martial arts family, named Yu Feilong, nicknamed "
Jade Face Guest,"
Then other people also expressed their dissatisfaction and started talking about it. These martial arts heroes are not good people. It is no wonder that they have opinions after being ignored.
"Dear gang leaders, seniors, and famous martial arts veterans, please be at peace. My master is temporarily busy and will come out to meet with you right away. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please wait a moment," a disciple in the Snow Wolf organization came forward to say hello.
Everyone apologizes.
"It doesn't matter if he comes out or not, little guy, I just want to ask who is that chair for?"
At this time, an old voice sounded, the sound was extremely unpleasant, like a nightingale crying. This was a white-haired old woman, leaning on a cane, with gray-white hair covering half of her face. She was extremely thin, and her eyes were sunken in the sockets.
, a little afraid of people, this person's nickname is "Mother-in-law," who is said to be sinister and vicious, with great kung fu, and will kill people if something goes wrong. She has the least number of disciples standing behind her, only two young people, one male and one female, wearing tight clothes.
Pack.
"This" the disciple was speechless and didn't know how to answer. He had offended these people because of his bad behavior.
"Hey, old woman, what's the point? Snow Wolf must have prepared it for himself. He really regards himself as the leader of the alliance." At this moment, Xiao Wanshan, the domineering swordsman, glanced at the mother-in-law and sneered, but he didn't say anything yet.
After he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his mother-in-law who urged him.
"Insolent, ignorant boy, this old woman is older than your father. Didn't your family teach you to respect the elderly and love the young?" The mother-in-law who urged her had a cold look on her face, a pair of eyes suddenly shot out a cold light, and with a flick of her dry fingers, her expression changed.
His tea cup struck Ba Dao like lightning, he took action as soon as he said so, and he had a strong character.
"Old witch, what's wrong with me? I don't need you to teach me a lesson. Don't cling to your old age in front of me." Ba Dao snorted and waved his hand in the same way. The tea cup on the table flew out, and the mother-in-law's words were thrown out.
The teacups were smashed together and the tea was spilled all over the floor.
"You bastard, it seems you want to die!" The mother-in-law was furious. In a flash, she arrived in front of Ba Dao. With the crutch in her hand, she hit Ba Dao with lightning speed. The force was so strong that it didn't look like anything at all.
It's the power of an old woman.
"Old witch, you want to die early, I will help you," Ba Dao shouted, with a swipe, the scimitar was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed past, and a terrifying arc struck at the urging mother-in-law, and the two weapons collided together
, sparks shot out in all directions, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing. The two of them took a step back at the same time, and there was no difference between the winner and the loser.
"This old witch is so terrifyingly powerful. My sword didn't even cut off her crutch. What kind of material is it made of?" Ba Dao was slightly surprised. This sword of his has a lot of history. It is an ancestral sword that is said to be sharp.
Iron is like clay, half of his fighting strength lies in this sword.
At this moment, the mother-in-law who urged me to die was also filled with energy and blood, her hands and arms were a little numb, and she was also extremely surprised in her heart. She smiled sinisterly: "Good knife, come again!"
"Come here, are you still afraid of me?" Ba Dao Huan glared, and with a flash of the scimitar in his hand, he was about to kill him.
"Amitabh, please stop, the two benefactors. It is better for enemies to be resolved than to be knotted. Let each of us take a step back."
A magnificent Buddha chant sounded, and the Shaolin Buddha on the left stood up and clasped his hands together. The sound of Buddhist Zen was revealed in his voice, giving people a sense of grandeur.