Yan all over the world

Chapter 242: Going further away and leaving no books (1)
We found an unnoticed shed to sit down, and the four sides were already filled with excited-looking five lakes heroes, some self-confessed underworld masters, who seemed to be sitting indifferently without any intention, but in their expressions, it was hard to hide their respect for Zi Ming. Not to mention those young people yearning for strength and prestige, their eyes were full of envy and longing, almost overflowing.

The Holy Meeting started at Haishi, and when the time came, the men in strong outfits beat the leather drums, and with the sound of the drums, countless purple clothes and black belts belonging to Ziming rushed to stand everywhere in the field like a tide, and the huge summit platform was silent for a moment.

All the members of the Zimingben sect who participated in the selection were sitting alone in a few sheds, and the Dharma protectors were all standing on the high platform, and they all stood up at this time.

I asked Mu Xin in a low voice, "When He Lan Xiuchuan comes, what are you going to do?"

Mu Xin said: "I heard that this meeting will compete for three hours every day until all positions are determined. After today's meeting is over, I will go find him."

I said: "Don't think about walking alone, let's go together."

He smiled slightly and said: "Huai Su, I've already made a mistake, you don't have to guard me like a thief."

I couldn't help but smile, but still said viciously: "It's harder to guard against you than against thieves." Suddenly hearing a commotion, I looked up, and saw a middle-aged man in a purple robe and black cloak, stepping out with an unrestrained attitude , but not Helan Xiuchuan.

But seeing Zi Ming, everyone bowed down and shouted: "I have seen the Dharma protector!" It seems that this person's status is not low.

This person must be in charge of welcoming guests. He called himself Lin Gan, and said a few polite words, which not only expressed his welcome to everyone who came, but also re-explained the rules and regulations of the Ziming Sect. Ding, with a graceful demeanor, is quite commendable, and Ziming Sect really has a lot of talents, and Helan Xiuchuan is also good at employing people, this person is the most suitable for welcoming guests.

Just as he was listening without saying a word, he saw that his words changed, and he said in a serious tone: "To invite you to come here today is to seek talents for our teaching and to seek talents from all over the world to work together. Yinghao's face announcement."

Speaking of this, he paused, and when everyone was guessing what was going on, he said in a mysterious way: "It's just a matter of great importance, and someone from Lin speaks lightly, so he dare not talk about it."

The majestic Ziming Dharma protector, who is so humble that he dare not talk about it?

There was a lot of speculation at the bottom, but they saw Lin Gan on the stage, Zhuang Rong walked a few steps forward, facing the direction of the mountain, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Welcome to the leader!"

He was full of internal energy, and his voice was transmitted far away by his true strength. Among the mountains and pines, there were bursts of "Welcome...Welcome..." voices.

Like the wind blowing through the rice fields, tens of thousands of Ziming disciples bent down together, "Welcome to the leader!"

The black heads were all turned in that direction, with fear, envy, admiration, jealousy... all kinds of emotional gazes gathered in the same direction.

Light rain began to fall, and a cold fog suddenly appeared.

I also turned my head and looked at the place where the mountain road came from. The cloud and mist suddenly shrouded in the extremely cold woods. In the thicker and thicker fog, white figures flashed faintly. Among the figures, there was a throne-shaped jade sedan chair coming slowly, in a trance. The sedan chair was neither carried by a man nor a horse, but quietly suspended in mid-air. On the side of the sedan, countless silver-purple snow lotus lanterns lit up one after another. The endless lights seemed to line up to the end of the sky. At a glance, it looks like purple stars rising from the white sky.

In the mist, an indiscriminate male and female chant sounded: "When I passed away, I went away. The world is long, and now I am going away. The boat of Ziming, the light of the sun and the moon, and the longevity of mountains and rivers, with this joy, the world has no worries."

I murmured: "What a Kunlun Mountain, the Great Ziming Palace."

The Ziming Sect, the Great Ziming Palace, the No. [-] sect in the world, and the No. [-] palace in the martial arts world, and the silver purple snow lotus lamp and the sapphire precious lotus sedan chair represent that the person who is here is the supreme leader of the Ziming sect himself.

Thinking of He Lanxiuchuan, the ruthless and cunning leader of Ziming, I gave a wry smile. Although I didn’t see him many times, I couldn’t help but remember him deeply every time. Every time I think of Ziming Palace, and him under the moon in the desert. The bright eyes made me feel uncomfortable all over, and my heart felt awe-inspiring.

On the mountain road, the chanting gradually stopped, and a group of people meandered over. Ziming's subordinates, gangster leaders from all over the world, and master heroes all waited in awe, not daring to be presumptuous in the slightest.

In the infinite silence, the dense fog that had always been tangible and intangible, like a curtain, suddenly separated from it.

It was as if someone was behind the fog curtain, and suddenly opened the curtain, revealing the body of the sedan chair with the jade seat on the top of the treasure. In the sedan chair, a tall man was seated, with a jade belt and a golden crown, silver clothes like the moon, and a large and soft satin skirt hanging down long. , flowing water like a breeze in the milky white mountain mist, the left hand is gentle and lowered to the knee, and the right hand is lightly holding a short jade sword, but the hand is whiter than that sword.

Fengshen is like a fairy.

Only the face could not be seen clearly because they were sitting too high and far away, and the disciples of the Ziming Sect had knelt on the ground as early as the thick fog, and shouted in unison with reverent and fearful expressions: " See the leader, the leader Qianqiu!"

And the silver-clothed man sat silently like a god, looking down at the group of people from a distance. For a moment, the sky and the earth were silent, and everything held his breath, except for his moonlight-like clothes fluttering, which was better than the coolness of the moonlight.

I looked at the silver-clothed man from a distance, and suddenly felt a steady stream of fear pouring out of my heart. I always felt that, right in front of my eyes, something that I least wanted to face was about to happen, but I couldn't move at all. I can't escape, I can't escape, and I want to watch the most heartbreaking thing happen, but I don't know how to struggle to survive.

Sitting stiffly, countless thoughts flashed through my mind for a moment, let's go?Keep?Draw your sword?Or knock Mu Xin unconscious and avoid today's danger first?

Beside him, Jinxie suddenly transmitted his voice.

"It's him."

I answered via voice transmission: "Yes."

Jinxie's voice was full of anger, "Amazing!"

I smiled wryly, and understood what he meant. The Ziming Sect's means of blocking news is really powerful. With the pervasive means of detecting news in the villas all over the world, they didn't know anything about the change of the leader, so they bumped into it for nothing.

Originally, who is the leader of He Lanyou or He Lan Xiuchuan has nothing to do with me, but at this moment, I would rather face He Lan Xiuchuan. After all, he has no deadly enmity with us. Mu Xin came to visit on behalf of the Xiping Hou Mansion. Gains and losses, there is still room for change, at best I and Jinxie dragged him away, but if He Lanyou suddenly faced each other, Fang Yijing and Aunt Ai's blood feud lay here, how could we still discuss it calmly?
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