Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"I don't agree with you, Lord." At the gate of Yunxia palace, 18 people stand side by side.

In front of them is the strongest and highest position of the whole oriental alliance. Just now, Dongfang heard a letter from his servant saying that someone wanted to see him at the palace gate, so he came here.

But as soon as they met, one of them said to the east or Shu. The 18 people in front of us are all the patriarchs of various sects in the eastern alliance, and the forces of these 18 patriarchs are all within the top 30 of the whole eastern alliance.

Hearing one of them claim that he was not satisfied, Dongfang or Shu couldn't help but pick his eyebrow, looked at the man and asked calmly, "what are you dissatisfied with?"

"I don't agree with you, pavilion leader. How can Yang Xuan be the leader of the demon killing team?" A big man in gold stood up and said to the east or Shu. This man is the leader of Jinxiang sect. Besides him, there are eight of the other 17 people, who belong to the sect of those who went to the secret place of blood burial and were killed by Yang Xuan with a sword.

Of course, there is also Xiao ZhuYue, who has been left in the secret place of blood burial by Yang Xuan, who has no chance to come here again.

"Why not?" Dongfang or Shu's face still has no expression, so people can't see through what he thinks.

The leader of the Golden Elephant sect was grumpy and immediately said, "the pavilion Lord said that now we should all unite to resist the demon clan. But isn't Yang Xuan's killing my beloved son just shaking people's hearts? For me, he doesn't deserve to sit in this position."

The man in green robe also stood up and said angrily, "Yang Xuan killed others for his own selfish desires. His crime is unforgivable. I hope the pavilion Lord can see it clearly."

The other people also learned from each other and said to the east or Shu, "I hope the pavilion Lord can see clearly."

East or sparse, but did not answer, but turned to look at southwest sky. There, a silver streamer is approaching rapidly. In a twinkling of an eye, he came to the sky over the Oriental Pavilion. It was actually a flying sword. Above the flying sword stood a man in a long shirt.

The man looked down at a group of people in the east or in front of him. A strong momentum came from him and shrouded the 18 people. His voice was cold and said, "which said my young master is not worthy?"

"I said, what can you do?" The gold robed man was irritated by the sudden man and said angrily.

At the same time, all the ironware in the whole city began to shake, as if they were called by something. Even the weapons hanging around the eighteen men began to shake.

The faces of the people suddenly changed. Looking at the man in long clothes, they asked, "who are you?"

"The place of chaos, Xuanwu Pavilion, Xingyun is also." The man in the long shirt replied faintly, but it made everyone swallow their saliva. Perhaps a year ago, many people didn't know what Xuanwu pavilion was, but in this year, Xuanwu Pavilion laid down the whole chaotic land with its own strength, and the only thing that can keep it from being annexed in the chaotic land is the red desert auction house that has opened all over Zhongzhou and has a good relationship with Xuanwu Pavilion.

As the largest sales nest in Zhongzhou, the place of chaos is as chaotic as his name. But now, it has become a speech hall of Xuanwu Pavilion. The things behind it are far from so simple.

Even the sect represented by these 18 patriarchs can't guarantee that they haven't sold anything in the chaotic land. As long as it has been sold, it will certainly leave a handle in the hands of Xuanwu Pavilion.

And most importantly, it is said that the owner of Xuanwu pavilion was already a venerable person hundreds of years ago. It was only after hundreds of years of seclusion that he returned to Xuanwu pavilion that he brought such prosperity again. It is conceivable that his strength is strong. And now he's here for an elusive purpose.

But the most noticeable thing is the little Lord he said just now. Everyone began to pray in their hearts, hoping that the so-called little Lord would not be Yang Xuan.

At the same time, most of the ironware in the whole city had flown into the sky, just as countless birds appeared in the sky, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Whether it's knives, guns, sticks, axes, axes, hooks and forks, or hoes, sickles, hammers and harrows, these ironware have been merged into one place and turned into a giant sword that carries out the world.

The tip of the giant sword pointed directly at the eighteen people, and Xingyun's face was still full of smiles, but it didn't happen in these people's eyes.

This is a dangerous smile.

There was a cold sweat behind them, and they secretly said, "people often say that the people in the place of marriage and love are a group of people who are afraid of chaos in the world. Now it seems that it is true."

Dongfang or Shu's face was still calm and didn't say a word, while Xingyun looked at the people and asked again: "who can tell me who has an opinion on our young Lord Yang Xuan?"

The nine were lobbied just because they had a good relationship. In fact, the patriarch who had no resentment with Yang Xuan immediately stepped back a few steps and didn't care about the eyes of the other nine people. He waved his hand and said, "we don't know. We're just passing by."

The other nine people looked at the clouds in the sky. They couldn't help exuding a layer of fine cold sweat on their forehead. They opened their mouth but couldn't say anything.

The people were in a stalemate. The nine people kept sweeping their faces from the east or sparse to see his reaction, but he was just a calm appearance from beginning to end, which made their hearts more disappointed.

Finally, the leader of Jinxiang sect snorted coldly and turned around to leave. The other eight people saw this and tried to leave.

Just then, Dongfang or Shu began to speak: "wait, did I let you go?"

The steps of the nine people stopped, turned and looked to the east or sparse. Their tone was full of anger. They asked word by word, "what else do you want?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask, how much benefit does Zhan Wuming give you?" The east or sparse light said.

"It has nothing to do with the war master. Our purpose is to seek justice for our son's death." The man in green robe said calmly.

The east or sparse see, but sighed. Just as they stared at him, Dongfang or Shu said, "then I want to ask again. In those years, you also had Shuiyue gate and dark moon sect to deal with Cloud City. How should this account be calculated?"

"Let's go." When the leader of Jinxiang sect heard this, he knew the meaning of Dongfang or Shu. He didn't answer again. He turned and said to the people.