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Creaky!

Two boys in white slowly pushed the door open.

Taoist Huanglong and Master Muyi walked into the Swallow Tower one after the other.

A wide hall was in front of them, with good lighting and beams of golden light falling from the windows. Swallow-shaped wind chimes hung under the eaves, swaying gently with the wind from outside, making crisp sounds.

Inside the hall, there was a long round table in the middle.

Five of the six seats around the long table were already occupied, leaving only the seat for the Lingxiao Sect vacant.

When Taoist Huanglong entered the room, a bunch of scrutinizing eyes also fell on him.

Although he was obviously late, Taoist Huanglong did not look ashamed.

He nodded slightly.

Then his eyes quickly swept across the hall.

Facing the door, sitting in the main seat was the leader of the Wuji Sword Sect, Meng Huan. Among the remaining forces, the representative sent by the Lieyang Sect was the girl-like Ling Weizi. The Li family of Jiangzhou is the supreme elder, Li Wangchuan. The Yuan family of Hanzhou is a burly man in armor, like a fierce general.

As for the merchant seat of Liuzhou, there is a young man wearing a red cross-collar and a black skirt. He is about thirty years old and has a refined temperament. If it weren't for the black long sword hanging around his waist, he would look like a student traveling abroad.

Next to the young man, there is a young girl with a hanging bun, a light blue cross-collar short jacket, and a white printed long skirt. At first glance, she looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. She has fair skin and two dimples at the corners of her mouth.

She is obviously pursing her lips, but she gives people a feeling of smiling.

As if he noticed the gaze of Taoist Huanglong, the young man with a samurai sword hanging around his waist put down his teacup and smiled at him. Taoist Huanglong's face was rarely solemn, and he nodded to him as a return gift.

He recognized this young man.

This man's name is Gong Changxiu, and he is the elder of Changyue Liuyun Mountain.

Although Liuyun Mountain's overall strength is not as good as the Jingming Sect where Huanglong Taoist is, its overall strength should not be underestimated. There are many powerful people in the earthly immortal realm in the mountain, and it also controls a small incomplete world in Changshengtian, which can be regarded as a deep foundation.

The moment he saw Gong Changxiu, Huanglong Taoist remembered some news.

An elder of the Shang family seemed to worship at the foot of Liuyun Mountain, and his status in the mountain was not low.

The myth battlefield is both a danger and an opportunity, and now it has landed on the Skeleton Plain. In the turbulent times, it is very likely that an immortal sect with a deep foundation like Liuyun Mountain will take this opportunity to intervene. Moreover, in the near future, Changyue and even other immortal sects in the surrounding area are likely to make some moves.

As for the girl standing next to Gong Changxiu.

Not surprisingly, it should be the contemporary head of the Shang family, Shang Mengting.

She is of the same generation as Li Lingxiu, Qin Shunying and others, but Shangjia's situation is special. Shang Mengting is only a hundred years old, but she is already the helmsman of a large family. However, since she came to power, some of the decisions she has made are indeed good. The power of Shangjia has steadily advanced, and the relationship with other immortal sects and families has also been maintained.

If the myth battlefield had not descended...

When Taoist Huanglong saw Gong Changxiu appearing here, he already knew that Shangjia, like Lingxiao Sect, was planning to evacuate from the Jiang-E area.

When Master Mu Yi mentioned that Su Heng was undefeated in the battle with the Heavenly King, Taoist Huanglong was still a little confused. But now that he saw Gong Changxiu, he was 90% sure, and his expression became more arrogant.

Taoist Huanglong walked forward to his seat in Lingxiao Sect and pulled out the bench, but did not sit down.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and slapped the table!

Bang!

The tabletop trembled, and a circle of smoke and dust was swirling.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Taoist Huanglong. Except for Gong Changxiu who had a faint smile on his face, the rest of the people either had no expression on their faces or had a gloomy aura.

These people were all strong men in the Tiangui realm, with strong mental power and emotional changes that could even slightly affect the outside world.

For a moment, in the hall of the Swallow Tower.

The originally bright sunlight was now dimmed.

"Ahem!" Seeing that everyone's eyes were all focused on him, Taoist Huanglong coughed lightly. Turning around, his eyes fell directly on Meng Huan, his brows slightly frowned, and his words were a little cold, "No matter what you discussed before, Lingxiao Sect will withdraw from Qizhou and return to the main vein."

"Okay!" Meng Huan put down the teacup in his hand and nodded slightly.

Lingxiao Sect is a branch of Taoism. Facing the test, it is not surprising to make such a choice to escape in the face of the battle. It is expected by everyone.

The key to the problem is how to let them leave and how many resources they can take away from Qizhou when they leave.

"Lingxiao Sect can leave, but we can only take the core members of the sect with us. Those outer disciples and other intertwined forces must stay." Meng Huan looked up at Taoist Huanglong, with a faint light flashing in his clear eyes, and said fearlessly.

"We have to take the people away, and we also have to move the resources of Qizhou." Taoist Huanglong supported the table with one hand, with a sneer on his face, looking down at him, "This is an internal matter of our Taoist sect. We are willing to come here to inform you, which is already giving you face."

The Taoist Huanglong said, "You should know where I come from, so I'll be frank. I have a bad temper. If we start fighting, it will be embarrassing for everyone."

"For thousands of years, you have absorbed countless resources and population from Qizhou. But now that the catastrophe has come, you just leave and abandon the millions of people in Qizhou. I'm afraid it's not a good idea." Seeing the arrogant look of the Taoist Huanglong, Li Wangchuan on the other side finally couldn't hold back and started to dissuade him.

"Shut up!" Taoist Huanglong turned his head and scolded coldly, "Who do you think you are? You are worthy of talking to me!?"

Being humiliated in public like this.

Li Wangchuan's face flushed and anger surged.

At this moment, Taoist Huanglong snorted coldly, opened his eyes wide, and glared at him fiercely. Accompanied by a spiritual power spreading outward, distorting the air and forming ripples. The chair under Li Wangchuan suddenly made a crisp sound, cracks spread, and exploded directly.

In the mental collision just now, Li Wangchuan was suppressed and fell into a short stagnation.

This time he lost his balance and sat on the ground.

He was covered with dust and looked quite embarrassed.

When he came to his senses, his expression was a mixture of shock and anger. But he didn't dare to speak anymore. He just clenched his fists and looked coldly at the two Taoists Huang Long and Mu Yi.

With the conflict between the two, the few whispers in the hall disappeared.

The atmosphere seemed even more gloomy, as if water could drip out.

"Huh!" Meng Huan sighed softly. Things had developed to this point and could no longer be resolved peacefully.

If we let the Lingxiao Sect leave with people and resources in a swagger as Taoist Huang Long said. This is equivalent to draining all the resources in a state at once.

The war between myth battlefields involves the confrontation between two worlds.

The number of strong people, resources, population and other factors need to be considered.

The war has not yet begun.

They have directly lost a lot of manpower here.

will be in a serious disadvantageous situation, and the impact on morale is also far-reaching and cannot be ignored.

"Are you really so heartless that you don't care about the millions of people in Qizhou and the people at dawn?" Meng Huan looked at Taoist Huanglong and said calmly.

"Haha!" Taoist Huanglong laughed twice as if he heard a joke.

He snorted coldly, "I just want to live a long life and be free and easy. What does the life and death of the people in the world have to do with me?"

"Okay!" Seeing his attitude, Meng Huan knew that it was useless to say more.

In the end, it was still necessary to see the truth with your own hands.

"I have heard that the Jingming School has profound Taoism for a long time. I wonder if I can have the honor to learn from it." Meng Huan stood up directly from the chair, lowered his right hand, and gently touched the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist. He looked at Taoist Huanglong calmly, and a stream of sharp aura radiated outward from his body.

"You dare to fight with me, young man, you are quite courageous." Meng Huan is only over 200 years old, and he is inferior to Taoist Huanglong in both cultivation and age.

It is reasonable for Taoist Huanglong to call this young man.

But he looked arrogant, raised his chin slightly, and looked like he had Meng Huan in his hands. "It's a pity that my Taoist lineage is not the only one who wants to leave here."

"Don't you think so, Elder Gong." Taoist Huanglong looked sideways at a young man in his thirties wearing a red cross-collar.

Gong Changxiu stood up from his chair, nodded slightly to Taoist Huanglong, and smiled, "Hello, Senior Huanglong."

At the same time, his aura was no longer hidden.

The spiritual field spread out, like a bunch of hazy morning light. Although it was only confined to a three-foot range around him and was not ostentatious, the threatening charm in it was self-evident.

The young girl standing next to Gong Changxiu, the owner of the Shang family, Shang Mengting, had an apologetic smile on her fair face.

First, he bowed slightly to Meng Huan, and then whispered, "Sorry, seniors, the merchants also have to move away from the Jiang-E area."

When these words came out, everyone present had a somewhat ugly look on their faces.

Two powerful men above the Tiangui, and from famous families, they were powerful and suppressed Meng Huan. The burly armored figure of the Yuan family was shrouded in shadows, expressionless. Ling Weizi clenched his fists slightly, with a trace of worry in his smart eyes.

Li Wangchuan stood aside, with a seventy-year-old appearance, white hair, like a minion, and unbearable anger.

Meng Huan's expression was still calm, but he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked out the window.

Such a subtle movement was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

And everyone present, almost subconsciously, followed Meng Huan's gaze.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the ground shook violently.