Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　The white-haired witch's body reacted faster than her thinking, the sword fell into her palm, and the blade whistled.

　　Clang!Clang!Clang!

　　The sound of the sword being unsheathed continued, and the rest of the Tianshan faction also realized that the atmosphere was wrong.

　　Dozens of sharp swords, the bright sword body is condensed and lustrous for one's own use, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

　　The Tianshan faction was standing by, and on the sky that was about to turn white, a bright red flower suddenly fell, attracting everyone's attention.

　　Safflower party!

　　By coincidence, the Tianshan faction all thought of these three words.

　　The moment the red flower fell to the ground, with Tianning Temple as the center, hundreds of figures appeared in the light mist.

　　All of them have a long breath and a sturdy expression. The person at the head is Chen Jialuo, the chief helmsman of the Safflower Club.

　　The soul-chasing sword Wuchen Daoist, the Thousand-handed Tathagata Zhao Banshan, the Thunder-Bending Hand Wentailai, Black and White Impermanence and other safflower club backbones will not fall, leading hundreds of safflower club elites to appear in front of the Tianshan Sect.

　　Although other than the dozen or so heads of the Safflower Society, none of the others were the opponents of the Tianshan disciples, but relying on the advantage of the number of people still brought an indescribably heavy pressure to the Tianshan faction.

　　"Junior Chen Jialuo, meet all the seniors."

　　The Safflower Club is known as anti-Qing, but except for Taoist Wuchen and other monks, everyone else has combed the tail of a money rat, and it can be said that they are clearly distinguished from the people of the Tianshan School who still have their hair and show themselves in Ming attire.

　　Facing the angry gazes of the Tianshan faction, Chen Jialuo took a step forward, three feet apart, and bowed to Master Huiming and the white-haired witch.

　　"Director Chen, why are you here?" Master Huiming shook his gray eyebrows and said solemnly.

　　"Because of Princess Xiangxiang!" Before Chen Jialuo could answer, Huo Qingtong, who was beside him, revealed the mystery, "Chen Jialuo, you must have heard something from this silly girl, Xiangxiang, right?"

　　Facing Huo Qingtong's icy gaze, Chen Jialuo still replied calmly, "Not bad!"

　　It was her!

　　Thinking of that naive, ignorant girl with a strange fragrance, everyone in the Tianshan faction was relieved.

　　What's more, cast an angry look at Huo Qingtong and blame her for bringing that silly girl!

　　really!

　　Feeling the emotions coming from around him, Huo Qingtong, who is shy and blue, laughed at himself silently. Compared with Princess Xiangxiang, what is my Huo Qingtong?

　　"Seniors, everyone is an anti-Qing alliance."

　　Chen Jialuo led the elites of the Honghua Association to come here, and also blocked the Tianshan faction, so an idiot can guess what happened.

　　The bookish Chen Jialuo said leisurely: "The so-called meeting has a share. I don't ask much for the Safflower Club, and the meeting will be divided into half."

　　"A good meeting is divided into half?"

　　Chen Jialuo said it easily, but listening to Lian Nishang's ears, the arrogant white-haired witch almost exploded with anger, her cheeks were flushed, and her skin was not smiling.

　　"For the sake of this treasure, the old lady would not hesitate to sacrifice the happiness of her disciple's life, plus all the secrets of my Tianshan faction, you Honghua would want to take half of it out of thin air. It's too simple to think!"

　　"what?"

　　"The happiness of the disciple?"

　　"Could it be?"

　　……

　　As soon as the white-haired witch said this, both the Safflower Society and the Tianshan Sect were clamoring for it.

　　Hearing the teacher's point about this matter, Huo Qingtong's blushing cheeks turned pale, and his head was lowered and he was silent.

　　Many smart guys came back to see Huo Qingtong's performance.

　　"Senior Lian, are you doing this too much?" Chen Jialuo glanced at Huo Qingtong and said displeasedly.

　　"Humph!" Master Huiming clenched his wooden staff, "This is the internal affairs of my Tianshan faction, what's the matter with you? Chen Jialuo, I want half of the treasure, let's see the real chapter!"

　　Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword energy suddenly appeared on this Master Huiming.

　　In the approaching morning light, a breeze rolled up the gentle reed poles in the river and fell towards Master Huiming.

　　Before sticking to Master Huiming, he was cut off by an inadvertent release of sword intent.

　　He has been a monk for many years, but his swordsmanship skills are few and far between. Master Huiming, like a peerless sword that has been in the dust for decades, is about to show his edge.

　　Buzz!

　　The swords held in the hands of the masters on both sides began to vibrate, and the masters who accompanied the swords day and night felt that they were about to break away from the control of the sword.

　　Master Huiming is well-deserved!

　　Taoist Wuchen has a strong swordsmanship, and he prides himself on not being under the likes of Chu Zhaonan and Ling Weifeng.

　　After witnessing the power displayed by Master Huiming, he realized what a virtuous person under the fame is.

　　"drink!"

　　Safflower, Tianshan faction!

　　The two major forces are fighting for such a treasure that is enough to pull up an army, and the atmosphere is tense.

　　"Wait a minute!"

　　Seeing this scene, the Thousand-handed Tathagata Zhao Banshan raised a chubby white palm and played a roundabout way.

　　"Everyone, we are all allies, why did we get this far?" Zhao Banshan's fat face showed a look of pity, and he looked up at the sky, "The sky is about to dawn. Jingzhou is the territory of the Qing court. Once the two of us fight, it will only benefit the fishermen of the Qing court!"

　　Zhao Banshan's remarks pointed to the biggest worry in the hearts of everyone present. It may be better late at night. Tianming's actions are purely self-inflicted.

　　"Third brother, what do you mean?"

　　Wen Tailai has a very high prestige in the safflower society, said.

　　"Fatty Zhao, do you want to fight alone? Or do you want to give up the delusion of splitting the account?" The white-haired witch sneered.

　　"Senior Lian." Being called Fatty Zhao in public, Zhao Banshan was not annoyed, and saluted Lian Nishang, "As the predecessor said, this treasure was indeed obtained by the Tianshan faction at a huge price. Why don't we split the account?"

　　"Daydreaming!"

　　The white-haired witch, who was in charge of this matter, scoffed at Zhao Banshan's proposal.

　　"Junior sister!" Master Huiming scolded the white-haired witch, "At this point, we have to pay some."

　　"My Honghua Club only needs [-]% of the treasure!" Chen Jialuo walked down the ladder handed over by Zhao Banshan and made a decision.

　　Thirty-seven points!

　　The Tianshan faction and Honghuahui were both dissatisfied with the result, but after thinking about it, this was the limit, and they both remained silent. .

Chapter 39

　　"Leave here first, find a safe place, and then assign."

　　Master Huiming thought for a while, and it was barely acceptable to divide [-]% of the treasure, and said to everyone in the Safflower Society.

　　Chen Jialuo hurriedly nodded, "That's right!"

　　The people from the Tianshan faction and the Safflower Society who reached a consensus surrounded the trolleys carrying the treasure chests and had to escort the treasure away.

　　Just in time, the eastern sky turned completely white, and a hint of blush appeared in the distant mountains, like a gushing red glow.

　　Its daybreak!

　　Boom!Boom!Boom!

　　When the Tianshan faction and the Honghuahui were about to leave, the vast earth trembled suddenly, as if an earthquake broke out.

　　"Kill!"

　　"Come on!"

　　There was a sound of thousands of troops and horses in everyone's ears. Tianning Temple faced the water on one side, and countless soldiers and horses appeared on the other three sides.

　　Qing soldiers!

　　Countless Qing soldiers and soldiers surrounded on three sides, surrounded by people from the Tianshan faction and the Honghuahui.

　　When the Qing army suddenly arrived, Master Huiming, the white-haired witch, Chen Jialuo, Taoist Wuchen and others were all on guard.

　　At the same time, one by one couldn't help but beat their hearts, why did the Qing soldiers come so quickly?

　　"Hahaha."

　　After [-] troops surrounded the people from the Tianshan faction and the Honghuahui, they did not immediately launch an attack.

　　The old but heroic laughter sounded, and a veteran wearing the uniform of the military attache of the Qing Dynasty with a sharp beard like a steel needle straddled the horse and crossed the knife, like an old lion.

　　Aobai!

　　"Haha, a group of rebels!" Aobai greedily looked around at the treasure chests full of gold and silver treasures, raised the big knife in his hand, and laughed wildly, "Do you really think that you can unknowingly give this to my Qing Dynasty take away the treasure?"

　　"Give it to the old man!"

　　"Yes!"

　　The order of the Aobai army was like a mountain, and with a single order, the soldiers of the Qing army rushed to Tianshan and the people of the Red Flower Society like tigers in the mountains.

　　"Kill it out!"

　　The Tianshan faction and the Honghuahui are both anti-Qing forces, and there is still room for negotiation.

　　In the face of the Qing army, there is no room for communication at all. There is only one word: kill!

　　The white-haired witch turned into a long rainbow, and she used her brilliant and light power, and her sword was like electricity, and she killed several Qing soldiers.

　　When the figure was condensed into reality, the seven or eight Qing soldiers beside her flew up and sprayed with hot blood from their necks.

　　The three words spread all over the battlefield, declaring everyone.

　　"go!"

　　Master Huiming's martial arts are still better than the white-haired witch. Although he does not have a sword in his hand, a wooden staff that has been held for decades is his weapon.

　　The unparalleled sword qi shot out through the wooden staff, and the old head of the Tianshan Sect, at such an age, is still old and strong.

　　Every time the wooden stick is tapped, it can seal the acupoints of a menacing Qing soldier. It seems like a leisurely stroll, but in fact, it seems to be walking slowly and quickly through the Qing army.

　　clang!clang!clang!