A few minutes later, Ling Hao arrived at the square on the west side of the farm.
"Brother!" Lu Yue, Qinglong and others walked over quickly, followed by hundreds of shadow men.
"Yes!" Ling Hao nodded slightly, looked at Feng Xu and said, "Feng Xu, take your brothers to the banquet hall and guard the room with Mr. Liang and the others!"
"Copy that!" Feng Xu responded loudly, and then led everyone towards the banquet hall.
Jingle Bell!
At this moment, Ling Hao's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Shangguan Mingtian's number.
"Xiaotian!" Ling Hao said after pressing the answer button.
"Brother, there is something going on at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Many people are here!" Shangguan Mingtian's voice came from the microphone.
"As expected!" Ling Hao nodded and said.
"Just let people keep an eye on you, and don't conflict with the other party unless necessary. Huo Xiao and Ni Su should be prepared and call me in time if anything happens."
As early as two days ago when it was still the capital, when he heard that something strange was going on here in Dongzhou, he guessed the other party's intention.
It was obvious that they wanted to contain him in Dongzhou so that he would have no time to worry about Huo Xiao's affairs.
"Understood!" Shangguan Mingtian replied loudly.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
As soon as Ling Hao hung up the phone, dozens of figures flashed in from outside the farm wall, and then surrounded Ling Hao and others.
The leaders were two old men whose actual age could not be discerned. They were both fair-haired and young-looking, energetic, and had a strong aura around them.
The two Emperor Realm pressures that Ling Hao sensed before were naturally from the other two, and the tall man among them was the War Emperor Xiaocheng Realm.
In addition to the two of them, there are four others who are all at the Battle Queen level, and the strongest one is already a Half-Step Battle Emperor.
The remaining dozens of people are also not weak in skill, and their lowest cultivation level is the late God of War.
Comes from evil!
"Say your name!" Ling Hao looked at the two old men and said calmly.
"Deputy Master of Mo Pavilion, Mo Yi, I have met the Western King Ling Shuai!" The tall old man had a plain face and bowed slightly.
"The great elder of the Tianlong Sect, Yan Zheng, has met the Western King Lingshuai!" The other old man also bowed and spoke.
"Tianlong Sect?" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes: "Not bad!"
"Hey, you are an old bastard from the Tianlong Sect again. Aren't you afraid that the sect will be destroyed?" Xuan Pang shouted loudly.
"Wantless, who are you and why are you talking to the Great Elder!" A man behind Yan Zheng shouted angrily.
"Idiot!" Xuan Pang glanced at him with contempt.
"Bastard, you..." The man frowned and raised his hand to punch Xuan Pang.
"Stop!" Yan Zheng stopped him.
Then, he looked at Ling Hao and spoke lightly.
"Ling Shuai, we don't have any ill intentions in coming this time. As long as you don't leave Dongzhou within today, Ling Shuai, we will leave immediately as soon as today is over."
"Haha, let's not talk about whether I will leave Dongzhou or not." Ling Hao smiled faintly: "You and your group are here this time. If you want to leave again, I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide."
"Ling Shuai, you seem to be very confident in yourself?" Mo Yi also smiled lightly: "Do you think you can compete with us with just six or seven of you?"
"Last time in Chiyang Sect, you were lucky and someone saved you! Do you have such good luck this time?"
"I don't need luck to kill you!" Ling Hao replied.