Four hundred and seventieth chapters hit the mountain gate
"It's a disaster, it's a disaster, how dare he come directly to the door?"
In the main hall of Fengxiaomen Peak, seventeen elders with different looks were divided into three obvious camps, looking at the white-haired old man pacing back and forth with an anxious look on his face. Apex 23S.
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This old man's name is Qu Tianlin, and he is one of the three great masters and elders of the Fengxiao Sect. He is usually an optimist, and treats everyone like a peaceful neighbor, but he doesn't want to be like this.
"Senior Brother Qu is just a warrior of artistic conception. If he were a genius like this, wouldn't he scare you into surrender?"
A short middle-aged man sneered disdainfully and mocked.
"A mere artistic conception?"
Qu Tianlin blew his beard and glared, "Zhu Changfeng, you damn thing said he was just a mere artistic conception?"
"You dare to scold me?"
As one of the elders, how could Zhu Changfeng be so angry, let alone a good old man who couldn't beat him with three sticks?
"Why are you scolding me? You can find me someone who is not as young as a weakling. He has repeatedly retreated from the battles of the Holy Way. He has many connections with the Holy Lord. You dare to confront the disciples of the temple and face countless sects of the earth.
The artistic conception warrior who escaped all the plots unscathed?"
Qu Tianlin blushed and howled with a thick neck.
The expressions of the elders changed slightly. Even some of the elders who stayed away from the incident all looked solemn and fearful.
I have to admit that even if any one of them can stab the Yijing warrior to death with one finger, no one dares to risk the disapproval of the world and kill someone who is involved in the battle of the holy way for no reason.
Because no one can predict who will win in the battle for the holy way!
To ordinary people, human-level sects are giants beyond imagination, but in the eyes of saints, they are no different than ants.
Even though a saint cannot interfere in mundane matters, after becoming a saint and before becoming a transcendent being with Tianqi, there is a commonly known agreement to slay mortals.
What is killing people?
That is to cut off all mundane things and serve the public wholeheartedly. Heaven will listen to you, and all people will be safe below. One person is responsible for the safety of the ethnic group!
Otherwise, whenever there is a problem, the saint will take action, and China will have been destroyed long ago.
It is precisely for this reason that no one dares to easily intervene in the battle for the holy way. Even the saints will not make enemies at will when the situation is unclear!
"snort!"
Zhu Changfeng snorted coldly, with a cold look in his eyes, and said with a frown on his neck, "So what? He has offended all the temples. Now the disciples of the temple are dead in the inheritance spiritual realm. The four major earth-level sects are trying to get rid of them.
Furthermore, the Confucian, Zajia and other great geniuses of the previous generations and several great geniuses of today want to put him to death, and even the Longshang family from all over the world doesn’t want to see him. Is it possible that my great sect is still afraid of him alone?"
"idiot!"
Qu Tianlin scolded him unceremoniously, which made the elders from the same camp as Zhu Changfeng look quite ugly. He just heard this elder continue to scold, "Your surname is Zhu, not a pig. Use your brain to think carefully. They
If there was a way to deal with that kid, why would he promise many benefits in a roundabout way and use our hands to embarrass this kid? But looking at his usual behavior, how ruthless and decisive, didn't you think that he would take revenge? "
"Oh, is it possible that you want me, the majestic master, to bow down to an artistic conception warrior? You, Qu Tianlin, are smart enough to leave the temple envoys alone and not make friends with them. You don't want the kindness of the Dipin Sect, and you don't even accept the kindness of the Tianjiao warrior.
You are so virtuous and noble, I am willing to be inferior to you!"
Zhu Changfeng said with great sarcasm.
"You...are so angry with me!"
Qu Tianlin's face turned red and his ears turned red, and he turned pale, then he sat back down with a flourish of his sleeves.
"Okay, okay, we are all our own people, why should we hurt the peace for an outsider?"
A middle-aged beautiful woman stood up to make peace with a helpless expression. This woman's name is Ni Suzhen. She is also a very popular person on weekdays. She is known as Mrs. Ni. "Now the head brother is in retreat. Now I am the only one among the ten in the sect."
The eight elders are here, so they should come up with a charter and send this boy away."
"What's there to think about? If we just leave it alone, can he still come to the mountain gate?"
There was an elder who didn't take Wu Ming seriously and said indifferently.
"Yes, just a warrior of artistic conception...just? What is this sound?"
Another old god nodded his head. Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed and he listened attentively.
Bang!
Ruoyouruowu's bells sounded throughout the entire Fengxiao Mountain. The masters thought it was an illusion, but when the second bells came, some of their faces suddenly fell.
"Knock the bell with a stick!"
Everyone can clearly distinguish the difference between one's own disciples ringing the alarm and outsiders ringing the bell.
And at this juncture, there happened to be one person who dared to ring the bell and had the ability to ring the bell. He was at the foot of the mountain, and it was Wu Ming who was rejected by them with all their shame!
"It's too much to bully others. This kid wants to challenge our Fengxiao Sect with his own strength!"
"The mantis acts like a chariot. This so-called little beast needs to be taught a lesson!"
"You underestimated our Fengxiao Sect. If we don't keep him today, how will our Fengxiao Sect stand in the world?"
This almost aroused public outrage. Once the bell-ringing started, it was an expression of challenge. This rarely happened. In peaceful times, it would only happen during exchange conferences between forces that had good friendships and competed with each other to prove their martial arts.
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"This boy is already ranked among the geniuses. He might get great benefits in the inheritance spiritual realm. Who among the sect can fight?"
Qu Tianlin's faint and feeble voice sounded, and Ling was about to rush out of the hall to teach Wu Ming's elders a lesson, but they all froze.
Many people looked annoyed again. Why did they forget about this?
But no matter what, this matter is related to the dignity of Fengxiao Clan. The sound of the bell can be heard throughout thousands of miles, so how can it be concealed?
"I still have something to do, you can take care of it!"
Qu Tianlin ignored the gazes of the elders and left.
He left whenever he wanted, but others did not dare. They discussed and discussed and sent three elders to go, but no one dared to let the most radical Zhu Changfeng and other people go down the mountain.
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Bang!
At the same time, alarm bells were ringing at the foot of the mountain. The disciples of the Fengxiao Sect who did not know what was going on were poking their heads one by one. Their expressions changed drastically, and they were at a loss. Has the enemy come to the door?
It is true that the incident of knocking on the bell happens too rarely. Even if there are people who can challenge the sect on their own, they will not do it. After all, it is too offending!
The disciples at the bottom of the mountain were lying on their backs in a state of confusion, looking at the big bell standing tall with shock and fear. They held the mustard in their hands and struck the
A thin figure holding a big clock.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, in fact everyone would be skeptical about Wu Ming's ranking as a genius, not because he was young, but because he was a hostage in Beijin for five years and wasted his best time.
How can such a person, who is so disturbed by the worldly world, catch up with the most talented people among his peers?
What's more, in recent years, apart from writing a few widely praised poems and punishing the Luolian Sect, this man has not done much that is unexpected!
But when I think about it, Wu Ming easily defeated the eight people who joined forces and sounded the alarm at will. No matter how unwilling he is, he has to admit that his strength can be said to be the best in his class!
As a disciple of Shoushan, in addition to having excellent eyesight and a clear mind, his martial arts skills are also the best among his peers. Otherwise, how can he be respected by those who worship the mountain?
At the very least, you can’t lose face!
But eight people joined forces, and Wu Ming couldn't get away with two moves. This was no longer a matter of disparity, but rather a lack of comparability.
What frightened them the most was that not just anyone could sound the alarm. Not only did they have to overcome the obstacles of the disciples guarding the mountain, but they also needed to have innate strength.
It is not difficult to reach the point of hurting people by flying flowers and picking leaves. What is difficult is to sound the alarm with such soft objects. It can be imagined that his cultivation is exquisite and his movement is proficient. It is by no means easy.
"The alarm bell is ringing. Following the order of the elders, the mountain gate is opened wide to welcome the bell-ringer, Prince Wu, to come up the mountain tomorrow!"
The sound shook the sky, and a long roar came from the mountain, and people could be seen in the cloud-shrouded mountain peaks, and there seemed to be countless figures passing through at high speed.
The Shoushan disciples looked at each other in confusion. The sect knew that this person was not easy to mess with, but still accepted the challenge. This was because they were planning to lose the battle rather than lose the opponent!
"Wu Ziming, come and pay homage to the mountain!"
Wu Ming roared loudly, climbed up the steps in a flash, and quickly disappeared in front of the mountain gate.
Looking at the thin but courageous figure, the people waiting in the side hall were either ridiculed or admired, and He Chongdao was the latter. He gritted his teeth, called his entourage, and muttered an explanation.
After a few words, as if he had made up his mind, the latter quickly left the side hall.
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"Down here, Liu Zhengtong, an outer disciple of Fengxiao Sect, is asking King Wu for advice!"
A hundred steps up the stone steps of the mountain gate, there was a tall young man with an excited yet cautious look on his face, and he bowed his hand dryly to Wu Ming.
"Please!"
Wu Ming returned the gift with his hand, understanding in his heart.
This is the procedure of knocking on the bell. Since it is a challenge, the sect must first send out disciples to test their abilities. It is impossible to send out the strongest disciples as soon as they come up.
It is good to win, so that the challenger can retreat. Even if you lose, you can also let the people who come to the door observe the challenger's methods and know yourself and the enemy.
I have to say that this approach is good, but in Wu Ming's opinion, it is a desperate attempt to save face and suffer the consequences!
After all this has happened, Fengxiao Sect still wants to save face, it is really putting the cart before the horse!
Liu Zhengtong put on airs and thought of his master's instructions, so he chose to take the lead and go all out. This young genius is famous on the genius list. Who dares to hold back?
Bang!
Unfortunately, with a muffled groan, Liu Zhengtong left and returned even faster. He was knocked away by Wu Ming's punch and rolled to the ground. Although he got up like a normal person, he couldn't care less about his embarrassment.
He didn't dare to say hello, so he hid his face and left.
It's really embarrassing. I think he is also a genius in the outer sect. He always teaches his juniors how to practice martial arts. But when he is about to enter the inner sect, he cannot even take a single move.
After defeating an artistic conception warrior, Wu Ming showed no success and walked up the mountain calmly. When he met the second person, he still punched away and continued to climb the stairs.
In this way, only when you defeat the fifth half-step innate warrior can you be considered a decent innate warrior. Unfortunately, the first level of innate warrior is not enough in Wu Ming's eyes.
With almost no obstacles, I climbed onto the Fengxiao Gate!