Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 379 Parties
The noise in the hall suddenly quieted down, and all the captains looked at Zhao Yang.

What the Wulin Alliance should do ultimately depends on the ancestors.

After all, only this warrior who reached the divine realm a hundred years ago is the true pillar of the Wulin Alliance.

Zhao Yang shook his head:

"The old ancestor is in seclusion. I was just in the back mountain, but I didn't wake him up."

At this point, everyone in the hall felt their hearts sink.

Without this stabilizing force, the Wulin Alliance will lose the courage to fight against powerful enemies.

In the city, there is an inn.

Fang Xuan and the other two sat at the table, each of them looking a little heavy.

Chu Kuang placed his hand on the table, supporting his chin to prevent his head from drooping. "Brother Fang, all thirty-six branches of the Wulin Alliance have gathered today. Why don't we go another day?"

Pu Anyu patted the table lightly and gave the blue-shirted swordsman a look: "If you are afraid, just say it directly. If we don't find out who the dragon's luck is in as soon as possible, we will be really at a loss when the time comes!"

Fang Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "All thirty-six rudders gathered together? Did something big happen in the Wulin Alliance?"

Chu Kuang shook his head: "How would I know that? However, not only are the thirty-six rudders gathered together, but even the surrounding military towns are on alert, as if they are preparing to face a powerful enemy."

"Powerful enemy?" Pu Anyu also groaned, and asked quickly: "Is the army of Jingzhou going to attack the Wulin Alliance?"

"Why is there no sign of this in the sky?"

Chu Kuang stood up, walked to the window and looked outside, his face gradually becoming serious: "Have you noticed that the atmosphere of the entire Wulin League is very wrong now? But if there really is an army that wants to annex the Wulin League, the atmosphere should be more solemn than it is now."

"Strange, really strange!"

Fang Xuan stood up and walked outside, saying, "I'm going to go outside to get some information, don't act rashly!"

The two did not stop him, but after Fang Xuan left, Pu Anyu shouted to Chu Kuang, "Protect me!"

As she spoke, seven jade coins appeared around the girl, and waves of mysterious star power were already surging through her body.

Chu Kuang frowned and said in a deep voice: "Sister, you are crazy. You use the Tuan Yi Xin Jing so frequently. Do you want to die?"

Pu Anyu bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, her eyes were firm, and she looked at Chu Kuang with a smile: "Don't worry, since the matter has already been revealed, the secrets leaked are not too much, and it will not affect your life span, but you still have to keep it a secret for me at that time."

After saying that, the girl blinked at Chu Kuang again, and as she made hand gestures, the entire room suddenly turned into a starry sky.

Looking at the countless stars enveloping Pu Anyu, Chu Kuang hurriedly took out a pen from his small space. As the inky light slowly emerged, he completely blocked out the stars. Then he wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the girl in the stars, with her brows furrowed and her aura fluctuating, Chu Kuang couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang, you must have saved Jiuzhou in your previous life. Such a good girl is willing to help you even at the cost of her own life span. You are really enviable!"

"And you are just a piece of wood, eh."

After an incense stick of time, as the last ray of star power drilled back into Pu Anyu's body, Chu Kuang also removed the barrier, brought a cup of hot tea, and asked anxiously:
"How is it? Is this trip very dangerous? I told you not to come to the Wulin Alliance, but you didn't listen."

The girl drank the hot tea in one gulp, and tried her best to adjust her breath to the best. She ignored Chu Kuang's chattering and said slowly:
"All forces in Jiuzhou are about to attack the Wulin Alliance. They are all here for Long Yun."

"What?" Chu Kuang was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned ugly: "In other words, the Wulin Alliance will become the second Shangjing City?"

Seeing the girl nodded slightly, the green-shirted swordsman immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

After thinking for a moment, he asked seriously, "Sister, tell me honestly, how likely is it to succeed in getting Fang Xuan to give up this dragon luck?"

Pu Anyu did not give a clear answer, but just said softly: "Since I met him, I have never seen him give up once."

"I understand. You go find Fang Xuan and I'll go to the Wulin Alliance." After saying that, the green-shirted swordsman picked up the bamboo hat on the table, put it on his head and walked out.

Pu Anyu asked quickly: "Why are you going to the Wulin League now? Are you not afraid anymore?"

The swordsman in green couldn't help but swear at this moment: "Don't be afraid. If you wait any longer, you will be torn to pieces by all the major forces. The best option is to take the dragon's luck and escape as soon as possible!"

In the sky, a small boat was paddling above the fairyland.

Feng You, the owner of the magic weapon, stood in the center, the two from the Buddhist sect were on the left, a martial arts master sent by King Xuan Yi stood on the right, and the rest of the spies were behind him.

Below are towering mountains. Quzuo Mountain is named "Quzuo" because of its winding mountains and its location to the left of Zheng River.

Feng You smiled and glanced at everyone, saying:

"I wonder if Master Yun Xin has found Fang Xuan. If Fang Xuan also comes to the Wulin Alliance, this scene will be really interesting!"

Qing Xiu made a Buddhist salute and said calmly, "Donor Feng, my two brothers helped you trap the Dragon Luck Host, but they both shared the Dragon Luck with us."

They came here on the orders of Monk Yunxin, and their main purpose was to use Long Yun to break through the realm.

Feng You glanced at the middle-aged man on the right. The other party had been standing with his eyes closed and did not speak at this moment. He smiled at the monk Qingxiu and said, "Don't worry, we will catch all the dragon lucks in one fell swoop, and the two masters can go to the two paths."

Monk Qingxiu and Monk Qingning simultaneously performed a Buddhist salute to Feng You.

Feng You looked at the immortals retreating on both sides and the mountains and rivers having a dinner party below.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

At this time, above the mountains and forests, a snow-white fairy cloud was flying low in the sky. Four people were standing on it. They were all wearing white robes embroidered with clouds. They were the people from the Cloud Palace.

Leading the group was a white-haired old man with a long sword clasped across his chest, a white sword tassel swaying in the wind.

Sun Fu suddenly asked, "Elder Xu, what should we do if we meet Fang Xuan in the Wulin League?"

Sun Fu spoke, and the two people in the same row looked at the old man curiously.

The old man stroked his long beard and said slowly: "We have gathered enough Dragon Luck. We did not fight for that Dragon Luck when we went to the Wulin Alliance this time."

"Remember, within your ability, don't let this dragon luck fall into the hands of the barbarians."

The three nodded, and Sun Fu continued to ask: "Fang Xuan has done a favor to my Yun Palace. Since he carries the spirit of Sui Mu, why don't we help him get this dragon luck?"

Elder Xu said slowly: "In this world, everything is excessive. He has already had enough blessings. Too much dragon luck is not a good thing. The Palace Master should take a long-term view on this matter."

A peak on Quzuo Mountain.

Mr. Wei, dressed in a blue shirt, stood under the shade of a tree. Birds and animals flew by from time to time, and a gentle breeze blew.

At this time, an old man in linen clothes, leaning on a sword, slowly walked over, stopped and looked at Mr. Wei, and said as he walked:

"I say, senior, do you guys like to do things in such a vague way? This mountain is too high, my old bones can't stand it."

As he spoke, he leaned against a tree, took off one of his cloth shoes, and gently rubbed his foot.

Mr. Wei turned around gently, glanced at the old man, and said lightly: "You have spent your life in the mortal world to hone your sword spirit. Among so many people in Kunwu Mountain, it is no wonder that you are the only one who can successfully practice the Kunwu Sword Formation."

Zizhan put his shoes back on, smiled and bowed to Mr. Wei: "It seems that my martial arts training is quite good to be praised by Mr. Wei!"

Mr. Wei suddenly looked up and looked coldly at the Immortal Zizhan.

The smile on the face of the old immortal Zizhan also froze in an instant.

Then, Mr. Wei slowly said, "Letting Fang Xuan go is a dereliction of duty on your part."

Zizhan nodded and said, "I did fail to live up to everyone's expectations, but at that time, I was no match for him."

"So you passed the secret of Kunwu Mountain to an outsider?" Mr. Wei continued walking under the shade of the tree and looked at the other party coldly.

Zizhan the Elder smiled helplessly: "Mr. Wei, we at Kunwu Mountain have no intention of participating in the battle for the Dragon's Luck in the Nine Provinces, but we have to make some plans for the future, even if it's just a temporary thing!"

Mr. Wei stared at the old immortal Zizhan for a full half a minute, and suddenly laughed, "A person with dragon fortune, this blessing is really terrifying!"

"I was wrong. Go back to Kunwu Mountain. I don't want to see you in the Wulin League."

After saying this, Mr. Wei, who was dressed in a blue shirt, turned around and continued to stand under the shade of the tree, looking out at everything below the mountain and overlooking all living beings.

Seeing that the other party had already integrated into this world, the old immortal Zizhan bowed from a distance, turned around, leaned on his sword, and strolled away.

(End of this chapter)