At this moment, dozens of big figures from major forces gathered together inside the Main Hall.
Xinghong was wearing a cassock, with a kind face, clasped his hands, and said to everyone: "I have thanked all the donors here for being able to travel all the way to Shaolin to slay demons!"
"Abbott, you don't have to be so polite. Zombies are inherently evil. It is our unshirkable duty as cultivators to subjugate and eliminate demons!"
"Old Zhao is right. This time we come here not only to cheer for the Shaolin Temple, but also to do our part."
Listening to everyone's righteous words, a smile appeared on Xinghong's face and he said: "With all the donors here, even if the Zombie King Ye Feng comes back from the dead, I'm afraid he still can't catch him!"
Everyone will say something beautiful. Anyway, the sedan chair carries people. Since you give me face, Xinghong will naturally do the same.
"Abbott, this time we came not only because of the Huangquan Road, but also because we want to form an alliance!" The head of the Beiyue Sword Sect said with a solemn expression, "Nowadays, the restrictions on no-man's land in various places are constantly weakening, and evildoers are everywhere. With the high-level officials of China,
It is simply impossible to protect all the people of China with our own strength. Therefore, I propose that we, the major powers in China, form an alliance to jointly resist the coming disaster!"
None of the words of the leader of the Beiyue Sword Sect were made out of selfishness.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
Alliance is a good thing, but who should take the position of leader?
For a moment, everyone's eyes flickered, each calculating how much benefit this alliance could bring.
"I agree with Master Tong's proposal. We can no longer work independently. We need to gather all our strength to resist the monsters and ghosts in the no-man's land!" Another person said.
"I agree with the alliance, but who should be appointed as the alliance leader?"
"Of course, it was inherited by Abbot Xinghong and Shaolin Temple for thousands of years. It has always been the Beidou of our cultivation world."
"I also feel that way."
Some forces that have good relations with Shaolin started speaking out one after another.
Logically speaking, the Shaolin Temple is indeed as powerful as Mount Tai and the Big Dipper, and Xinghong is indeed qualified to be the leader of the alliance.
But the problem is that most of the minor star lords in Shaolin Temple are now going to the interstellar battlefield, and Xinghong is not willing to be the leader of the alliance.
Before Xinghong could refuse, the master of the Iron Fist Sect shook his head and said, "Abbot Xinghong is highly virtuous and well-respected, and is indeed suitable to be the leader. However, monks are compassionate, so I think this matter needs to be done with caution!"
"Actually, I think the leader of the Huashan Sect, Yue, is very suitable to be the leader of the alliance."
"Isn't Huashan Yuequn?"
"Yue Buqun is called the Gentleman's Sword. He is an upright man, but he is only in the Yang God realm. I think the first requirement for the leader of the alliance must be a little star-level venerable."
"It makes sense. If the alliance leader is too weak and is assassinated by monsters and monsters, then our alliance will be a bit embarrassed!"
"Actually, I think the left master of the Songshan Sword Sect is quite suitable."
Xinghong looked at the argument below with a look of helplessness on his face.
"I think I am very suitable for this position of alliance leader!"
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from outside the Main Hall.
For a moment, everyone looked at the figure who walked into the main hall. They saw that this man was tall and tall, like a brown bear, exuding a suffocating aura, and wisps of star power intertwined around him.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Facing everyone's doubtful gazes, the visitor showed a heroic smile, looked at Xinghong who looked shocked, and said: "Xinghong, do you think I am qualified to sit as the leader of this alliance?"
"Donor Duan, the position of alliance leader is not decided by Lao Na alone!"
Donor section?
Listening to Xinghong's address to the middle-aged man, many people thought of a name.
Dali, Duan Zhixing!
Before the founding of China, Dali was a small independent country, and Duan was the royal surname at that time.
This Duan Zhixing was famous a hundred years ago and was revered as the Five Ultimate Southern Emperor of the Central Plains. The Yiyang Finger he cultivated was extremely terrifying.
After guessing the identity of the middle-aged man, everyone took a breath of air. No one expected that this great god who had disappeared for nearly a hundred years would suddenly jump out.
Duan Zhixing had a smile on his lips and a cold light in his eyes. He stared at Xinghong and said lightly: "You can't make a decision? I thought you, Xinghong, were very capable."
Listening to Duan Zhixing's unkind words, everyone looked at each other in shock.
"Hey!" Xinghong sighed and said, "Donor Duan, what happened back then was the Shaolin Temple's fault."
"You know you're wrong?"
Duan Zhixing chuckled, "Since you know you were wrong, you still locked up Duan Xing? Do you look down on me, Dali, or do you think I, Duan Zhixing, am incompetent?"
Duan Xing is the Yuan Xing of Shaolin Temple’s Yuan generation.
A few months ago, Duan Xing took the Buddha left by Bodhidharma and planned to fight Ye Feng. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng actually revealed a conspiracy a hundred years ago, which caused Duan Xing to break with the Shaolin Temple.
Duan Zhixing, Duan Xing.
Just one word apart, the two are cousins.
Listening to Duan Zhixing's strong words, everyone present had strange expressions.
Huangquan Road hasn't even come to the door yet, but Duan Zhixing comes to trouble Shaolin Temple first. What's going on?
"Donor Duan, Uncle Yuan Xing has gone crazy and is currently practicing meditation!"
"fart!"
"boom!!!"
Duan Zhixing's eyes were like the blazing sun, emitting a dazzling light, and the surrounding space was distorted. The terrifying pressure made it difficult for everyone present to breathe.
"Xinghong, for Xu Zhu's sake, I don't want to do anything today. But if you are fooling me, then don't blame me for being unkind!"
Seeing Xinghong being forced into silence by Duan Zhixing, the eyes of everyone present flickered, and they suddenly had the illusion that the current Shaolin Temple does not seem to be that strong.
"Buzz!!"
Suddenly, waves of golden ripples rippled like water, and the dull and tense atmosphere in the Main Hall was broken.
"Huh?"
Duan Zhixing showed a look of surprise on his face, "I didn't expect that you are still alive!"
"Donor Duan, let juniors like them resolve the grievances between Yuan Xing and Shaolin Temple!" A peaceful voice sounded in Duan Zhixing's ears.
"hehe!"
Duan Zhixing sneered, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit, "Duan Xing is my cousin. He voluntarily became a monk in your Shaolin Temple before, and I have nothing to say. But now, you have trapped him in Shaolin. I, Duan Zhixing, have nothing to do with this matter."
It must be managed!”
"Why!"
"Xu Hui, please stop pretending to me here. If you want me to stop, it's very simple, just defeat me!"
"Donor Duan, can this battle be postponed for three days?"
"No problem!" After hearing Xu Hui's promise, Duan Zhixing showed a satisfied smile on his face. He turned around and strode towards the outside of the Main Hall. He said at the same time: "I hope your group of bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple survive!"
In the aisle not far from the Main Hall, Ye Feng put his arm on Zhao Wushuang's shoulders, looked at Duan Zhixing who was striding away, grinned, and said, "Does this guy mean that he wants us to die?"
If the Shaolin Temple monks survive, in other words, the Huangquan Road members will die.
