Traveling through Yuhuatian, the start of the Sunflower Collection is complete

Chapter 235 Mid-Autumn Festival, Storms Rise

Hearing this, the four of them understood what Ye Gucheng meant.

He wanted to use this battle to lay the foundation for Jianzong to dominate the world.

"But with our current strength, it is very difficult to defeat the alliance of the major factions." Guo Songyang said calmly.

Ye Xiang also nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Although we have integrated more than 20 rivers and lakes forces in the Hexi area and have thousands of disciples, most of these forces have to succumb to the strength of our Sword Sect. All the sects join forces to stop us from the Sword Sect, the enemy is strong and we are weak, in a real fight, these forces may not necessarily make a move, they may even defect and join forces with the major sects to deal with us."

"Without other reinforcements, it would be very difficult to win with our current strength!"

Ye Gucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to speak, when a calm voice suddenly sounded from a distance:

"Who said there are no reinforcements?"

Everyone was startled, and quickly turned their heads to look.

I saw two figures walking slowly from the mountain road in the distance.

The leader was wearing a black robe, with an aloof and indifferent face, holding a long sword with a black scabbard. As he walked, a killing and deadly sword intent rushed towards him.

The pupils of Guo Songyang and the others shrank, their hair stood on end for a moment, and they subconsciously clenched the long sword in their hands.

Master!

But before they could make a move, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Gucheng's mouth, and he suddenly took two steps forward to meet him.

"You came."

Guo Songyang and others were taken aback, the suzerain knew these two swordsmen?
"Well, here we come." The black-clothed swordsman said calmly.

"You should have come earlier."

Ye Gucheng said in a low voice: "You are half an hour late from the agreed time."

"But I'm still here."

Guo Songyang and the young man holding a strange long sword behind the black-robed swordsman all had black lines on their heads.

Is it necessary to be so deep?

This black-robed swordsman was none other than Yan Shisan.

And the young man in white behind him is the owner of the Sword of Tears, Gao Jianfei. After losing to Yan Shisan, he voluntarily became Yan Shisan's follower.

Yan Shisan said lightly, "Not only am I here, but your old friend is also here."

"Old friend?"

Ye Gucheng frowned, but at the next moment, he seemed to notice something, he turned around suddenly, and looked at the mountain road leading to Jianzong.

There, a swordsman in white was slowly walking up the mountain.

Behind the white-clothed swordsman, there is also a black-clothed boy holding a sword made of a piece of iron in his hand.

Seemingly aware of Ye Gucheng's gaze, the two also looked up.

"Buzzing..."

At this moment, the sabers in the hands of several people in the arena suddenly trembled violently.

Guo Songyang and the others looked horrified and stayed where they were.

Another two peerless swordsmen!

In this rivers and lakes, is the peerless swordsman so worthless? !
...

On the tenth day of August, near the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Jianzong, 81 swordsmen came out of the mountain, and the sword energy swept across a hundred miles, heading towards the Golden Palace.

Suddenly, the rivers and lakes shook.

No one would have imagined that Jianzong dared to go there knowing that the major martial arts factions were reinforcing the Golden Palace.

A swordsman really would rather bend than bend.

Go ahead to dangers.

The news of Jianzong's departure from the mountain quickly spread in all directions.

The big and small forces in the martial arts, including those who did not accept the invitation of the Golden Palace, all sent people to the Golden Palace to watch the battle.

All eyes are focused here.

A storm quickly condenses!
...

In Hexi City, more than [-] sect leaders who were originally subordinate to Jianzong gathered here.

After hearing the news that Jianzong went to the Golden Palace alone, everyone was very surprised.

They have also received the news that the major factions are reinforcing the Golden Palace, and they are not optimistic about this battle. Originally, they had planned that if the sword sect forced them to go to the Golden Palace to help, they would turn against each other and fight with the major factions. Join forces to deal with Jianzong.

Although it is a bit embarrassing to do so, it is better than losing your life.

But they didn't expect that people didn't look down on them at all, so they didn't intend to let them help out.

Including Naye Gucheng, only 81 swordsmen went to the Golden Palace.

Is this Jianzong so rigid?
Hearing the news from the spies, the heads of more than 20 forces couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

Suddenly, one person sneered and said: "81 people want to compete with more than 3000 masters from all major factions, what a dream!"

"It's better if he doesn't let us go together. When Jianzong is destroyed, I will be free!"

"Not bad!"

"Take a step back, even if Jianzong really wins, if he didn't send a letter asking me to go for reinforcements, then Ye Gucheng wouldn't blame us."

"I'll just sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. If Jianzong wins, we will continue to be affiliated with Jianzong. If the Golden Palace wins, I have nothing to lose. Instead, I have regained my freedom. Why should I stay under others for a long time? "

"Boss Escort Zhao is right, and this old man thinks so too!"

"Ha ha……"

Everyone spoke one after another, and the boulder hanging in their hearts finally sank.

But at this moment, one of the old men suddenly said quietly: "I'm afraid that if Jianzong wins, we will be liquidated."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and then fell silent.

This point, in fact, they have already thought of it.

It's just that they all thought that the chance of Jianzong winning was not high, so they subconsciously ignored this possibility.

But now being exposed by this old man, they have to face this problem.

A moment of silence.

The head of one of the sects looked at the old man, and said in a deep voice, "What does head Jiang mean?"

This old man is a master of Wuji sect, no one knows his name, but those who know him all call him Old Boxer Jiang.

Old boxer Jiang also fell silent for a moment when he heard the words, then got up and said:
"Jianzong has been promoted to the top sect in just a few months since its establishment. Although we were forced to become the affiliated sect of Jianzong due to the strength of Jianzong, we have also enjoyed the benefits of Jianzong in the past few months. Even if the imperial court wants to move us, it depends on Jianzong's face."

"Since you have chosen to surrender to Jianzong, let's go one way to the end."

"When people are brilliant, we get the glory, but when we are facing a crisis right now, we don't need to add insult to injury or stand on the sidelines, otherwise we will die miserably in the future."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's faces were a little ugly.

Old boxer Jiang's words were connoting them, why couldn't they hear it?
One person said coldly: "If you want to die, you can go by yourself. No one will stop you. Why do you pretend to be so noble here?"

Seeing everyone's repulsive gazes, old boxer Jiang was silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Differences in ways do not conspire with each other, everyone, take care."

After all, he got up and left.

When he left, the person just now snorted coldly and said: "There are dozens of people in Jianzong, and there are more than 3000 people in each major sect. If you want to win, it is tantamount to a fool's dream!"

Another person waved his hand and said, "It's okay, if he wants to die, then let him go!"

"I want to see whether his way is right or our choice is the right one!"

As he spoke, the man sneered.

...

as time flows.

Soon came the fifteenth day of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

More and more martial arts forces rushed to the Golden Palace to join in the fun.

In just a few days, the number of people in the Golden Palace doubled again.

Among them, Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang and his party were included.

A group of seven people came to the small town at the foot of the Golden Palace Mountain, and looked at the densely packed people from various factions around them, all of them were a little eye-opening.

"This Qing Dynasty has never been so lively for a long time!"

Zhu Zao couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Chu Liuxiang nodded. He traveled the rivers and lakes and made a lot of friends. At this time, there were many people he knew in the crowd.

He said hello to the friends he knew, and said: "It's really been a long time since it was so lively."

Lu Xiaofeng, Huamanlou and others were not so optimistic.

In Daming, they had a lot of fun together.

But as long as there is excitement related to that Xichangchanggong, almost every time it ends with the death of countless people and blood flow in the end.

Although the scene in front of me looks lively, I'm afraid it won't be long before this place will become a purgatory on earth...

"Ugh……"

Sighing in his heart, Lu Xiaofeng scanned the crowd, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Huh? They're here too!"

Everyone followed his gaze, and saw a stall not far in front, surrounded by a group of Jianghu people, listening to an old man's storytelling.

And beside the old man, there was a cute little girl standing.

"Brother Lu knows the storyteller?" Chu Liuxiang asked suspiciously.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, walked over quickly, and shouted excitedly: "Senior, you are here too!"

Hearing the familiar voice, old man Tianji looked up, and when he saw Lu Xiaofeng and the others, the corners of his eyes twitched.

This old man is really screwed!

How can I meet these nosy guys everywhere...

(End of this chapter)