The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　The Great Hall on the first floor of the Haihe Building. Behind the tables are filled with monks heads from all major forces in the Taixuan Land. The number of them makes even a large area. The hall seemed extremely crowded, and it was all over the place.

However, at this time, the atmosphere in the main hall has nothing to do with the luxurious banquets on weekdays. The atmosphere is solemn and solemn. Everyone is like a quail caught in the throat and unable to breathe. The old man with his neck stretched out and his face covered. The color of horror.

　　 The weird and silent atmosphere lasted for a long time before a big power leader exhaled and said:

　　 "Even the emperor of the central government has been damaged in the front. Then it seems that I should really discuss it. This follow-up exploration of opportunities is the question of whether to go or stay."

　　 "The main problem now is that I know almost nothing about what is happening ahead and the so-called immortal island creatures, so I can't infer it clearly."

　　 The response from another Sect Master caused the monks in the temple to nod their heads. Then someone frowned and thought about it, and the voice came out:

　　 "Since the princes of the central government have returned from the front, why not send someone to come in contact with them and ask them clearly?"

　　 "No!"

Before this [man's novel network www.9nanren.com] spoke, the voice of the GCC leader from above rang directly, and then the blue-robed monk, who had a delicate and beautiful face, raised his hand and shook his head. , Continue to speak:

　　 "These emperors of the Central Kingdom are so proud of their hearts. Now they have fled and returned. They are already extremely embarrassed. At this time, the Golden Palace is parked on the sea far away from us, which has already explained that they don't want to communicate.

　　 "And if we send someone again this time, it seems to them that it is no different from sprinkling salt on the wound, for fear that people will fall to the ground before they reach the Golden Temple."

It is true that for the monks of the great powers in the Great Profound Land, reputation is more important than fate in many cases, and it is especially unbearable to be provoked by others. Therefore, after the words of the GCC leader fell, in the temple Once again fell into deep silence.

　　 Within a quarter of an hour, many cultivators put forward some opinions, such as sending some forces to the north first, and even using soul search methods for those who fled to the south, all of which were overthrown after deliberation.

　　 In this way, the situation was completely deadlocked, and then various thoughts began to flow in the eyes of a major repairman.

　　 There are some radicals, and so are those who withdraw. Various emotions represent this weak alliance relationship. Unconsciously, there has been division.

　　 Just as the monks in the Haihe Building Hall were thinking about their own things, a young GCC monk was suddenly buried outside the temple gate, who was the senior brother Lin Xing.

　　 At the next breath, Lin Xing took a deep breath, and said loudly into the hall:

　　 "Master Hui, as well as all masters, already has a monk who has recovered his mind and can clearly tell what happened ahead!"

　　As soon as this statement was made, a riot broke out in the entire hall, and voices sounded:

　　 "Bring it here!"

Thirty breaths later, a group of GCC disciples entered the temple with a young monk in tattered clothes. Although the latter had a sluggish breath, his sanity was still clear. After bowing to the front, a weak voice came out. :

"The kid has seen all the adults. I came here and asked for something. Everyone else who went to the North Sea to search for opportunities was killed. Boy, I also lost my eyes and right arm in that **** fight. "

　　 After the person's voice fell, the monks in the hall noticed that the young monk's eyes were closed tightly, and his right arm was empty, obviously cut by Qi Gen.

　　 Perhaps it was this miserable monk who was really weak, and exhausted all his energy during the flight, causing him to pause for a while when he said a word, and then continue to speak after breathing:

　　 "Therefore, I want to stay on this ship for more time and accept blessings. As long as I am not dead, I will leave the rest to the orders of the masters. There is no difference."

After speaking, the young monk just wanted to do something. Because he was involved in the wound, he let out a muffled groan. The whole body was suddenly shaky, and he almost fell backwards. Fortunately, Lin Xing on the side was quick and quick. Reaching out and grabbing the former's arm, he fixed his figure.

　　 Then in the main hall, the voice of the GCC leader from above continued:

"The rivers and lakes are sinister, it's good to help each other, but now the sect monks behind us are extremely puzzled and urgent about what is happening in front of us, can the little brother tell me what happened in the north, and those who went north in advance What kind of existence has severely damaged the power?"

After the GCC leader’s eager inquiries sounded, the heads of the sects in the entire hall lit up, even leaning forward slightly, their eyes gathered to the hall. Above the figure in the center.

　　 With so many powerful gazes condensing himself, the young escaped monk in the temple is extremely uncomfortable. After shrinking somewhat blankly, he responded:

"Back, back to you sirs, I was originally a murloc family in Borneo, the land of the Supreme Profound Land, and I have never traveled far since I was a child. After following the sect to the North Sea, I just left Shenxian City, but unexpectedly encountered a huge wave of void. The ship was destroyed, and I was the only one who survived. After being stunned by the huge waves, I opened my eyes again, only to find that I was locked in a cage and became a so-called pathfinder dog."

The stuttering words from the young monk at this time made the complexion of many suzerains in the temple suddenly become bad. After all, this pathfinder dog will do everything in the dark, and once it is put on the surface, More or less, I can't hold it on my face.

　　 So just after the former's voice fell, there were a few hot-tempered people who directly shouted:

　　 "Should be less **** talking nonsense and just tell what happened in the center of Beihai!"

　　 The roar almost pierced the eardrum, which made the young monk standing in the center stagger again and hurriedly said:

"After I followed the cage north, I stopped a total of two times. One time was when the mist of Dao Abandonment had not cleared, and I was stopped by two human races coming from sinking the fairy mountain. The cultivation of these two people is extremely strong. Under the one-to-one situation, no one in each sect was its opponent, and even the Sword Mad Master under the four princes of the Central Kingdom were easily beheaded."

　　 "The Sword Mad Master you said, but the twenty-second in the Shenji Pavilion, Pei Jian?"

　　 An exclamation sounded from inside the hall. The sects of these people were not far from the Central Shangguo. Naturally, they heard the name of Pei Jian and knew how strong it was. Then the young man's response sounded again:

　　 "It is him, I have seen with my own eyes, this Pei Jian was not only beheaded, but also taken away from the sword!"

As soon as this statement came out, the exclamation in the hall was even worse, perhaps because of recalling the tragic picture, the closed eyes of the young man in the hall suddenly began to bleed with blood, and the eyelids were red like a soldering iron. , Hurriedly shouted:

　　 "Water, water it!"

Between the sparks and flints, Lin Xing beside him moved, flashed to the desk and grabbed a wine glass, then turned around and poured it on the former's red eyelids, and suddenly a mist of wine rose into the sky, and He made an extremely harsh hiss.

　　 After a while, this talent gradually recovered to his original state, and then with a faint voice of gratitude, it came to Lin Xing's ears:

　　 "Thank you fellow daoist, otherwise my eyes will burst completely and my head will be gone."

After 　　's words fell, the young monk showed a smile that was even worse than crying, and continued to speak:

　　 "I cannot be thankful enough, my name is Xue Dao, you can also call me a knife!"