Wu Liang didn't pay attention to the little thoughts of the Han sisters, and he didn't have the time to care.
And since Han Cuihong said she wanted to leave last time, she never mentioned it again, as if nothing had happened.
Wu Liang hasn't been staying at home these days. He spends most of his time meditating at the top of Tianshen Peak.
Until the tenth day before Liu Wuchen left, Wu Liang, who was sitting quietly on the top of the mountain, suddenly changed his expression, opened his eyes and murmured: "Is he finally moving?"
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Qinjiang is a small town with a population of less than 10,000.
Poverty, backwardness, and no characteristics, this is Qinjiang.
In the past, every stranger would be surprising, but today the residents of Qinjiang Town were surprised to find that there seemed to be many strangers in the town.
These strangers were either in suits or blue robes and carried long swords or daggers. Each one of them looked unique and eye-catching.
"Are they filming?"
Some townspeople wonder, backwardness means ignorance. Residents in big cities may know about warriors, but in Qinjiang, a remote country, no one pays attention to what a warrior is.
In their eyes, all kinds of warriors are just actors, otherwise no normal person would do this.
In a mountainous area more than ten miles away from Qinjiang Town, Liu Wuchen looked gloomy and said coldly: "Okay, very good! Who can tell me how this news spread?"
Several warriors who were swept by Liu Wuchen's sinister gaze trembled all over and quickly shook their heads to express their ignorance.
"Okay, Lao Liu, forget it if you can't hide it. Besides, we don't want to hide it from other people."
Chen Jiyuan, who looked slightly pale, waved his hands indifferently and said with a faint smile: "A group of little miscellaneous fish are not worth your anger. If they don't listen to dissuasion and insist on breaking into the ruins, the incident at the Longmen ruins may happen again today.
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"Hmph! Who cares about their life and death? The key is whether these bastards will disrupt our deployment. Regardless of their strength, they are quite good at causing trouble."
Liu Wuchen cursed bitterly, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Why hasn't that old guy Tan Yiming arrived yet?"
"Hahaha, Old Ghost Liu, I'm not older than you in terms of age. You should leave the title of old guy to yourself."
As the words came, a group of more than ten people from the other side of the mountain quickly rushed over.
The leading old man walked like a dragon and a tiger, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step he took. His face had a strong majestic look, and his eyes shone from time to time.
The old man has slightly gray hair and is wearing a navy blue robe, which has turned white after washing.
As soon as he saw the visitor, Liu Wuchen snorted and sneered: "Pretending! Old Ghost Tan, your feet can step on mud, who are you showing your majesty to?"
"Haha, it's good if our old man can step on the mud, but I'm afraid some people can't even step on the mud when they get old."
Tan Yiming replied calmly, and before Liu Wuchen could refute, he yawned and said lazily: "Old Chen, your Shenwu Department has promised me that the information will not be leaked, so you must give me an explanation now."
"What a joke! Let me tell you, who knows if you, the old ghost, spread the news yourself! The Zhenlong Hall is full of misinformation and everything. Who knows which force's spies spread the news?"
"Liu Wuchen! What do you mean!"
"You know what I mean..."
"Okay, you all should stop saying a word. Are you making a fuss when you first come here and making it a joke for these juniors?" Chen Jiyuan rubbed his temples and said with a sad look on his face: "It's better to think about what to do next. Don't end up doing it to others.
Made a wedding dress."
"The three of us join forces, who can take advantage of us!" Tan Yiming looked arrogant, because he has the capital to be proud. He is third on the list, the head of Zhenlong Hall, and he can scare those little warriors with just any name.
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Chen Jiyuan was not as confident as him. Seeing Tan Yiming's disdain for others, he couldn't help but strike: "The old ghosts from the Hong and Hu families are here too. Those short-lived guys from Linhai Society don't know where they are hiding."
Come on, do you think the three of us are truly invincible?"
Hearing Chen Jiyuan mention the other three major forces, Tan Yiming, who looked proud just now, suddenly changed his expression, but still managed to hum: "I'm here as soon as I come, why don't I be afraid of them!"
"Tch, you old guy, just brag! It's not just them, maybe there are other strong people." Liu Wuchen took advantage of every opportunity and hit Tan Yiming if he could. Anyway, this guy didn't have a good relationship with him.
Tan Yiming was just about to fight back when his face suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "Nanquan!"
"What!"
Not only him, but the expressions of those innate experts from the Divine Martial Arts Department and Zhenlong Hall all changed drastically, and their eyes were all focused on the thin figure in the distance.
Grandmaster of Nanquan, martial arts myth.
Don't look at Liu Wuchen's coaxing words in front of Wu Liang. In fact, when he and Chen Jiyuan joined forces, they were almost beaten into pig heads.
The first grandmaster, the only lone traveler among the seven great masters, his pair of iron fists shocked the thirty-six provinces of China.
Even top masters like Tan Yiming are afraid of him, which shows the power of Nanquan.
At this moment, when they heard Tan Yiming mention that the Grandmaster of Nanquan had also arrived, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Several people who had never seen the Grandmaster of Nanquan had expressions of disbelief.
Could that thin old man who seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind be the master of Nanquan?
"Why is he here?"
Liu Wuchen murmured and saw the master of Nanquan stopped on another hill in the distance to meditate with his eyes closed. He suddenly trembled and gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, isn't this old guy in seclusion in southern Xinjiang? What bastard can do that?
The news has been sent to him!"
"asshole!"
Tan Yiming cursed in a low voice. He didn't know whether he was cursing Liu Wuchen or Nanquan. Anyway, the old man was in a very unhappy mood now.
Most people have forgotten what the name of the Grandmaster of Nanquan is. Being able to use the name of Nanquan as a Grandmaster is unmatched by other powerful masters.
Even though Tan Yiming is ranked third on the earth rankings, the gap between him and the master of Nanquan is as huge as heaven and earth. Neither of them is necessarily the opponent of Nanquan.
Moreover, no one present could bring out the full strength of Nanquan. Even Liu Wuchen said that he had fought with Nanquan, but it was just a competition between Nanquan master and them to exchange their qualities.
If they really want to take action, let alone Liu Wuchen, the three of them are not sure if they can join forces.
The reputation of Nanquan Grandmaster is not just a boast. When Liu Wuchen and others were not yet famous, Nanquan shocked the world by killing a strong master with three punches.
Normally, these powerful people are no longer interested in ruins. What they pursue is a higher realm. Who knew that they would actually lure this old ghost out this time?
The three grandmasters looked ugly, but no one had any time to provoke Nan Quan. They couldn't afford the consequences of angering that guy.
"Haha, Brother Tan, Brother Liu, Brother Chen, are you here too?"
While talking, following Nan Quan, another group of dozens of people came galloping over.
Many warriors who did not dare to step forward suddenly started making noises. Some people shouted excitedly: "Oh my God! The seven great masters are actually here. Is this ruins better than the Longmen ruins back then?"
"No way, the Longmen ruins are the top seven level ruins, and can even reach the eighth level ruins. How is this possible?"
"How is it impossible? Even the master of Nanquan is here. Do you think ordinary seventh-level ruins can attract him?"
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Liu Wuchen and others ignored the exclamations of others. Tan Yiming frowned when he heard the visitor's words and said unhappily: "This is what we discovered. I should ask you this, right?"
"Brother Tan is wrong to say that. Relics are treasures left by our ancestors and do not belong to any one person."
Hong Qingzhong laughed, glanced at Nan Quan who was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, and said with a low smile: "Besides, the bosses of Nan Quan are here, so it shouldn't be too much for us to join in the fun, right?"
"Damn it! Did you inform him?" After Hong Qingzhong finished speaking, Liu Wuchen became furious and yelled: "Old man Hong, do you think the three of you will win if you join forces? You've pushed me hard, believe it or not..."
"Believe it or not? You bit me?"
Hong Qingzhong's look of needing a beating made Liu Wuchen furious, but Hong Qingzhong didn't care about his anger. Liu Wuchen ranked last on the list, and he was the most bullied among the seven great masters.
If you don't pinch the weak persimmons, how can you pinch Tan Yiming and Chen Jiyuan if you don't pinch Liu Wuchen? These two old guys are ranked third or fourth masters, and he doesn't have the confidence to beat them.
While everyone was chatting, many warriors arrived one after another.
At this moment, there are more than fifty innate experts gathered here, which would be unimaginable in normal times.
The seven great masters, dozens of innates and hundreds of acquired ones, have gathered almost one-third of China's combat power.
Seeing the time passing by, the warriors around him began to show their impatience. Hong Qingzhong couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Everyone, is it time to open the entrance to the ruins?"
"Hmph, it's easy for you to think! I won't go in today because I won't let you go, you bastard!"
Hong Qingzhong's expression changed, his face turned cold, and he hummed softly: "Liu Wuchen, it seems it's not your turn to speak!"
"Fart! Old man, do you want to try it?"
Liu Wuchen was furious. Hong Qingzhong was not ranked higher than him. He was not even afraid of Tan Yiming. How could he be afraid of this guy?
"So what if you try, I'm afraid you will lose your life if you can't enter the ruins." Hong Qingzhong sneered with awe-inspiring aura.
The court suddenly became tense, and Chen Jiyuan's expression was extremely ugly. The Hong family had no idea what kind of benefits they had gained from the ruins over the years. How could Hong Qingzhong have the confidence to challenge their martial arts department?
The seven major masters, except for the lone traveler Nanquan, all five of their major forces have strong masters in charge, and the Shenwu Department can rank as the number one force in China because it has only two of them.
Even if Liu Wuchen's combat power is not top-notch, he is still a strong master. He is no weaker than Hong Qingzhong. Why would Hong Qingzhong dare to challenge him again and again?
The scene was silent for a while, Tan Yiming's eyes flickered but he did not stand up and speak.
The two grandmasters from Hong Qingzhong's side, the Hu family and the Linhai Society, were also yawning while watching the show, apparently wanting to see the duel between the masters.
"Enough!"
Just when the momentum of Liu Wuchen and the two of them was soaring, a soft drink sounded. The momentum of the two people who had soared to the extreme suddenly trembled and almost collapsed. (To be continued.)