Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 383 Gathering
"Haha, table brother, wait a minute."

Just when Zhuo Qingfeng and the others were about to walk towards the main hall, a hearty laugh came from behind.

I saw a huge flying monster slowly landed, and its wings flapped out a strong wind blade, just like the wind blade emitted by a helicopter, rustling the surrounding flowers, plants and trees.

When the monster fell to the ground, a total of 20 people got off the monster's back.

The leader was dressed in a gray robe, the most eye-catching thing was his slender white eyebrows, five or six feet long, hanging down his face, coupled with that white hair, he looked like a crane bone Feel.

"Haha, brother Baimei." Zhuo Qingfeng also smiled Lang Lang, and quickly greeted him.

Both of them had smiles on their faces. They didn't say a word when they met, and they gave a big hug first. Everything was in this hug.

"Brother Table, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are getting younger and younger." The white-browed old man looked at Zhuo Qingfeng with a smile, and his complexion changed slightly in an instant.

"Brother Table, have you made a breakthrough?" the white-browed old man asked in surprise.

"Haha, it's just a fluke." Zhuo Qingfeng also seemed very happy.

The white-browed old man showed a displeased expression, "When I came here, I was still thinking, this battle of Baicaoyuan, Yueyimen can be said to be a last stand, should I let some water and win the last place to see, I didn't expect it, It seems that if you don’t let the water go this time, you can’t escape the fate of being at the bottom.”

This white-browed old man is the same as Zhuo Qingfeng, he is both inscribed martial arts, and both of them are at the peak of the fifth order, just like Zhuo Qingfeng a few months ago.

Although he looked unhappy, it was obvious that he was very happy inside.

Immediately, he looked at Mo Chen and Lin Xingmao again, slightly surprised, and said, "Brother Table, are there just three of you here?"

Zhuo Qingfeng nodded, "You must have heard about the turmoil at Yueyimen. It's really hard to get more people out. It's just being ridiculed by others. It's better not to bring them."

The white-browed old man's face darkened, and he said in a concentrated voice: "So the rumors are true, so Jiang Feiya really betrayed Yueyimen?"

"It's unfortunate for the sect. Jiang Feiya not only betrayed the sect, he was also the victim of the death of the old sect master." Zhuo Qingfeng didn't hide anything, let alone that the white-browed old man had a good relationship with him, and these things couldn't be hidden at all. Inquire about one or two, and the five major sects will know.

The white-browed old man had an angry expression on his face, blowing his beard and staring. His two long eyebrows were blown back and forth like a swing, which was a bit funny.

"Jiang Feiya is a wolf with ambition. It's not an exaggeration for this kind of person to be hacked into pieces." The white-browed old man snorted heavily, and then asked in a calm voice: "How is it? Did you execute Jiang Feiya? Would you like us, Huangjiya, to help?"

It turned out that the white-browed old man was the leader of Huangjiya's trip. On the way here, Zhuo Qingfeng had already explained that Huangjiya was the only one with a good relationship with Yueyimen among the five major sects.

Zhuo Qingfeng smiled and said: "Thank you, brother Baimei, for your kindness, but with Sect Master Leng sitting in charge, I believe Yueyimen will become stronger and stronger."

The white-browed old man also nodded and smiled: "Haha, that guy Leng Jianfeng has returned to Yueyimen, I'm afraid that guy from Luoxian Pavilion will be worried."

The name of Leng Jianfeng's talent spread throughout the five major sects more than ten years ago. In their generation, it definitely has enough deterrent power. All the geniuses at that time, more or less, would be afraid of it.

"Haha."

Zhuo Qingfeng laughed loudly, then called Mo Chen and Lin Xingmao, and introduced him: "This is the white-browed Taoist from Huangjiya, who has two talents in martial arts, both of which are extraordinary, and we will get closer in the future."

These words were obviously addressed to Lin Xingmao. Zhuo Qingfeng knew that with Mo Chen's talent, the future would definitely not be limited to the Wuwang Territory, and Lin Xingmao's high talent made him very fancy, and he had already fainted. As the idea of ​​succession.

He hopes that Lin Xingmao can take on the great responsibility of Yueyimen in the future, so if he can pave the way in advance, he will naturally pave the way.

Taoist Baimei didn't understand Zhuo Qingfeng's purpose, so he naturally looked at Mo Chen and Lin Xingmao curiously.

The former looked indifferent, with an air of calmness, and although the latter was shy and wore a loose Taoist robe, it seemed to give people a funny feeling, but the aura that did not make a statement could not be underestimated.

"Okay, okay, it really is a boy born from a hero." Taoist Baimei admired sincerely.

Zhuo Qingfeng chuckled, if the white-browed Taoist knew how monstrous Mo Chen was, he might not be so calm.

Afterwards, Taoist Baimei looked at Zhuo Qingfeng again, and said sternly: "Honestly, Brother Table, since you have broken through to the sixth-order inscription saint, do you have any ideas for this inscription pattern competition?"

Mo Chen and Lin Xingmao, after all, were juniors. After the white-browed Taoist admired him, he naturally talked to Zhuo Qingfeng, but some of the following disciples began to chat with him.

Mo Chen responded indifferently, but Lin Xingmao was shy by nature before, and had never dealt with so many super geniuses. Although he had experienced the Wanshou Mountain and his party, he was still somewhat uncomfortable.

Zhuo Qingfeng smiled leisurely, but hoped that after Lin Xingmao experienced more of this kind of situation, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Baimei, shook his head and smiled wryly: "I can have any ideas, as long as I am not the last one, otherwise Yueyimen will be killed sooner or later." Kicked out."

The white-browed Taoist shook his head, "Among the five major sects, only Luoxian Pavilion should have the sixth-order Mingsheng participating. The other three major sects, most of the leaders are the same as me, but Mingzun is at the peak level, and the table brother should be the second. First, it is best to suppress the arrogance of the Luoxiang Pavilion."

"Old man with white eyebrows, who do you think can challenge the status of Luoxian Pavilion? If I remember correctly, I seem to have said this in the last Baicao Garden battle. In the end, I was slapped in the face. "

Just when Zhuo Qingfeng was chatting happily with Taoist Baimei, a cold voice came over in an inappropriate way.

The voice was very sharp, and it was very unpleasant to listen to.

Sure enough, Taoist Baimei and Zhuo Qingfeng frowned before turning their heads, with a hint of displeasure.

There are also 20 people in this team. The leader is tall, with green hair dancing wildly, giving off an extremely wild look. When he looked at Zhuo Qingfeng and the others, he was clearly provocative and even disdainful .

This person is Yang Yun of Ziyun Sect, who is also the peak of Mingzun.

The white-browed Taoist was not annoyed either, his cultivation had reached their level, the city was definitely extremely deep, and he would not get angry easily, he chuckled, "Old man Yang Yun, it's no wonder that your Purple Cloud Sect is tepid, it turns out that you have this kind of self-confidence. With a depraved mentality, not even the confidence to compete, Ziyun Sect will sooner or later decline and be removed from Wuwang Territory."

Yang Yun smiled coldly, "Even if your Huangjiya is destroyed, our Ziyun Sect will still be there."

The white-browed Taoist also sneered: "Really? Then how do I see that among your group of disciples, middle-level Mingzun peaks are rare?"

Yang Yun said disdainfully: "Old man with white eyebrows, our Ziyun Sect has already focused on martial arts. After all, this world is a world of martial arts. The strong are respected. No matter how strong the inscription pattern is, it is just to increase the combat power of the warrior. , although the disciples are a bit weaker, but the strength of the elder group is still the same, as long as it is not the last one. Besides."

At this point, he looked at Mo Chen and Lin Xingmao meaningfully, "The disciples of Yueyi Sect don't seem to be doing well. I, Ziyun Sect, throw one at random, and I'm afraid they can win."

Lin Xingmao gritted his teeth, very dissatisfied.

He is not good at words, but the firm look in his eyes shows that he will definitely defeat Ziyunzong in the inscription pattern meeting. Moreover, Brother Lengfeng has a grudge against Ziyunzong, so he doesn't mind charging some interest first.

"Oh? So Ziyun Sect's martial arts is very strong, I, Bai Mei, want to learn a little bit, why, dare you practice?" Bai Mei looked at Yang Yun provocatively.

The corners of Yang Yun's mouth twitched. His inscription pattern talent is not bad, but his martial arts strength is not good. Just like Lin Xingmao in the past, all relying on his inscription pattern talent, supported by pills, he barely reached the eighth level of Xuanzun , but it is no different from the ordinary eighth level. Even some super geniuses may be able to defeat them in the seventh level of Xuanzun.

Facing the provocation of Taoist Baimei, although he was annoyed, he dared not accept it.

"Haha, Yang Yun, you dare not even accept the challenge from the white-browed old man, do you still dare to say that the Purple Cloud Sect is powerful in martial arts?"

At this moment, there was another mocking voice, and twenty figures were seen speeding up from the sky. The leader was dressed in a black robe, exuding a cold and terrifying aura.

From the attire and aura of these people, it can be seen that they are from Yunlin Valley.

Only Yunlin Valley is very good at using poison, so it gives people a cold breath.

And the person who made the sound was naturally the leader of Yunlin Valley's trip, named Han Yuan, who, like Taoist Baimei, was also a fifth-order peak warrior and inscription pattern master.

However, Yunlin Valley is good at using poison. Although Han Yuan is only the peak of Xuanzun, his real combat power is definitely close to that of a first-level warrior of the Holy Monarch.

"Stand aside if you are not strong enough." Han Yuan came to the ground and stared at Yang Yun with disdain.

As the top leaders of the two sects, they naturally knew the situation of the sect itself. Before leaving, the suzerain had explained a lot in person, so there was some competition between the two sides in secret.

"You..." Yang Yun was slightly annoyed, but he didn't dare to fight Han Yuan, he just hummed and said, "I'll see the truth at the inscription pattern meeting."

"You, really can't." Han Yuan naturally knew what Yang Yun meant, and smiled coldly, disdainful.

Immediately, he looked at Taoist Baimei again, and said provocatively: "Old Baimei, I haven't seen you for many years. I also want to experience your strength. How about I practice with you?"

The white-browed Taoist was not frightened. Although he was not sure of defeating Han Yuan, he was not afraid and wanted to move forward.

However, Zhuo Qingfeng grabbed his arm, shook his head lightly, and then smiled at Han Yuan, "Han Yuan, the battle for the Herb Garden is about the way of inscription patterns. If you want to show off your strength, March Later, see you in the extreme realm of Tianzong."

"A bunch of cowards."

Seeing the white-browed Taoist being stopped by Zhuo Qingfeng, Han Yuan knew that it was impossible to do anything, snorted coldly, walked towards the main hall, and at the same time left a meaningful sentence, "Tianzong Jijing, I hope to see you again."

"Hmph, I hope you can live to three months later." Taoist Baimei retorted casually without thinking too much.

On the contrary, Mo Chen frowned a little, always feeling that there was something in Han Yuan's words.

Yang Yun also took a deep look at Zhuo Qingfeng and the others, and then led many high-level disciples towards the main hall.

Both Zhuo Qingfeng and Taoist Baimei also walked towards the main hall, but at this moment, he suddenly sensed a murderous intent, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the crowd of Huangji Cliff, but the murderous intent was fleeting , well concealed, there is no trace at all.

(End of this chapter)