Send a red envelope to heaven

Chapter 1164 Conspiracy late at night
Xin Nianliang's face was full of pain, with a clear line between black and white, and even more beads of sweat flowed down his face.

Originally, Xin Nianliang thought that although Cheng Sheng's attack had already been dispelled by spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xin Nianliang was wrong.

This Cheng Sheng's attack was really terrible, and the follow-up force turned out to be like a tide, one wave after another, which made him very uncomfortable, and he had to spend more energy to heal his injuries.

"Oh my god, this Mrs. Cheng Sheng is strong. It seems that our young master is no match."

"Shut up, you are so brave. If the young master knows this, will you survive?"

While Xin Nianliang was healing his wounds, his subordinates also started whispering. Fortunately, Xin Nianliang had turned off his five senses now, otherwise the disciple of the Promise Sect would have died.

Xin Nianliang is an arrogant guy, how could he allow himself to be talked about, and even talked about as being inferior to Cheng Sheng's strength.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it took a long time for Xin Nianliang to barely open his eyes, and the terrifying stamina was completely dispelled, but Xin Nianliang still looked too weak.

Even Xin Nianliang and Xin Nianliang are a little unsteady when walking now, and they barely stand still with the support of everyone.

"Less, master less, are you alright?"

A thug disciple of the Promise Sect said that he was Xin Nianliang's confidant, and other people wouldn't dare to say that.

Xin Nianliang's temper in the sect was notoriously weird, and he would kill anyone who didn't like him even if he faced his fellow sect.

This guy is bloodthirsty and rampant, and he is far worse than the wily scheme of the Son of the Demon Heaven.

"Hmph, it's okay, the head of this young master is as powerful as the sky. It's just that I ate too many buns this morning and didn't pay attention for a while. The next time my head meets Cheng Sheng, it will be Cheng Sheng's death."

Xin Nianliang snorted coldly, and his mouth was stubborn, and all the disciples were used to it.

"Okay, let me go to the venue. The Motian boy's speech should be almost finished. As a transcendent force with three sects and one palace, our Promise Sect should show our face at the opening ceremony of the Kunlun Conference."

Xin Nianliang said calmly, and then led everyone towards the venue with a calm face.

Everyone had no choice but to follow Xin Nianliang.

At this time, the Motian Shengzi had almost finished speaking, and was saying the last thing to the practitioners on the field.

"Then, this is the end of the opening ceremony of our Kunlun Conference. Tomorrow, everyone will be invited to draw lots and divide into groups. After [-] days, Longpan Mountain in the southwest of the capital will be the place where my younger generation in the Kunlun World will compete. At that time, the elders of various sects in the Kunlun Realm will also appear."

The Motian Shengzi looked around the audience, and said these words lightly.

Today is just the opening ceremony of the Kunlun Conference, the real start date of the competition is yet to come.

"Yes, I will understand."

"Respectfully follow the orders of the Holy Son."

The rest of the audience also said one after another that the Motian Shengzi was proudly in the center of the stage, with a detached position.

Even Cheng Sheng himself was sitting at the top of the stage at the moment.

Of course, Cheng Sheng didn't care about these false names. Wouldn't it be better to drink tea and eat something free?

A false name is like dung to Cheng Sheng, otherwise let him preside over the meeting himself.

"Okay, let's go."

After seeing everyone's expressions, Motian Shengzi was very satisfied, and he waved his sleeves to announce that everyone was gone.

But at this moment, suddenly a figure flashed and landed directly on the table.

This person exudes a powerful aura all over his body, completely blocking the Son of the Demon Heaven, who is it if it is not the young head of the Promise Sect, Xin Nianliang?

"Hmph, why is there so little of the Kunlun Boundary Conference? I, Xin Nianliang, Mo Tian, ​​you are too much. You didn't wait for this young master to come out and make your own claims. Could it be that you didn't take me seriously? You can be regarded as my Xin Nianliang! People who are equally famous in the Kunlun world are so ignorant of the rules."

Xin Nianliang finally appeared on the stage, and he glanced at the Son of the Demon Heaven indifferently.

Everyone in the audience was also trembling, and the coercion exuded by Xin Nianliang was also terrifying.

"Hmph, as you please."

Mo Tian sneered, and didn't pay attention to it at all. If he didn't know about Xin Nianliang's virtues, it was a living second stroke.

Seeing Motian Shengzi walk down the stage, Xin Nianliang was also very happy. He thought that the other party was afraid of him, so he went on stage and pointed fingers.

However, everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a clown, especially in the eyes of Cheng Sheng, who had completely eliminated Xin Nianliang from the first echelon of opponents.

"Brother Cheng Sheng, don't forget to come here to draw lots at this time tomorrow. Although I don't know why Brother Cheng Sheng came to the conference, it is my honor to fight Brother Cheng Sheng."

Mo Tian left Xin Nianliang behind, and when he was about to leave, he passed by Cheng Sheng's side, leaving behind a sentence.

Although Cheng Sheng is not from the Kunlun world, Motian's words are very clear, which means that Cheng Sheng can participate in the Kunlun Conference.

"Okay, I look forward to fighting with you."

Cheng Sheng also smiled, and the place where the two looked at each other was full of fighting spirit.

……

It was night, in the hotel room, Mo Tian sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes were full of devilish energy, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura, which was even stronger than when he was in Baishui Village.

A black breath emerged from the top of Motian's head, and then as if something was shattered, Motian suddenly opened his eyes, and a black light burst out from where he saw, hitting the desk lamp on the table. gotta smash.

"Phew, it's a success, the eighth level of Huntian Devil Art."

Mo Tian's dark eyes exuded a purple light, with a hint of weirdness, if Cheng Sheng was here, he would definitely be able to see how extraordinary Mo Tian was.

The current Motian seems to have been reborn, and its strength is much stronger than before.

"What, you have made a breakthrough. You are only 27 or [-] years old. This, this level of talent is not even comparable to that of Palace Master Tianyang. It seems that my vision is correct."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere, and there was a thin old man standing in front of him. The wrinkles on his face had reached the end of his life, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

The old man was too skinny, probably only less than 1.5 meters tall, and the muscles of his hunchback were atrophied.

But what remained unchanged was the terrifying eyes of the old man, at least these eyes made Cheng Sheng feel palpitations, which was something that Palace Master Tianyang did not have.

"Grandfather, are you here?"

Mo Tian was overjoyed. Although this old man looked unattractive, he was the strongest master hidden in Tianyang Palace. He was an ancestor of Tianyang Palace, and his cultivation had reached an unimaginable level.

At least, Motian, who has broken through now, still can't see the depth of this ancestor.

(End of this chapter)