There is a discussion in the platform hall. For example, the reunion of old acquaintances or old friends in the past, or the like-minded people who think about the war situation in Tianxi.

All kinds of sounds linger in my ears.

However, in the end, it was this lukewarm question that succeeded in attracting all the attention.

The platform hall was suddenly silent. Hundreds of eyes looked at the speaker in unison, and then they all shifted to the six people in the academy with a wonderful look.

"Interesting. ”

"The questions are interesting, and so are the people. ”

"It is said that the black-clothed and white-haired Luo City Lord is already in the realm of the Tribulation?"

"Cultivation is high enough!"

"I just don't know what the nature of the mind is?"

"I don't always move my hands. ”

"That's right. This is the Imperial League, not Bodhi Academy, let alone the Silver City. ”

"I think...... Hang!"

“……”

Among the many heartfelt voices, Luo Changfeng was stunned at first. Then he motioned for Li Xingyun and the five people to sit down, and he stood up, straightened his robe, saluted the voicer, and asked, "This one, how to call it?"

The man stroked his beard, he didn't know whether he was senior or old, he glanced at Luo Changfeng arrogantly and said, "Zhongzhou Xuanyang Sect, Zhao Wumian." ”

Shen Li, the head of the Shen family, added to Luo Changfeng: "It is the old sect master of the Xuanyang Sect, and he has not asked about the world for a long time. This time, the alliance leader personally invited him to go out of the mountain. ”

Luo Changfeng smiled and nodded, without saying anything. Then in all sight, just sit down.

It's an elusive move.

For a while, the platform hall was full of voices.

"Backed down?"

"Not like that!"

It is estimated that I silently remembered this name in my heart, and settled the account after the autumn. ”

"Nine times out of ten. ”

"Although the Xuanyang Sect is not as big as the Twelve Star Rivers and Sword Pavilion, it is also a sect that has been inherited for nearly a thousand years. Before the rise of the Imperial League, one-third of the territory of Zhongzhou was held by the Xuanyang Sect, which was somewhat unfathomable. ”

“……”

Luo Changfeng couldn't hear the voices of everyone in the platform hall, but he could hear his own voice.

As he sat down, he suddenly sighed. I thought to myself how good it would be if Jiang Manlou was here. That guy would definitely glare angrily, then shoot the case, and pointed at Zhao Wumian of Xuanyang Sect like a sword, and asked rhetorically, "Are you blind?"

Thinking about this, Luo Changfeng smiled bitterly

Shook his head helplessly. As a Dao Venerable of Bodhi Academy, he really does everything himself......

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to shoot the case in anger.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of five beats behind me, and then Li Xingyun, the dean of Bodhi Academy, the Taoist master of the Xingzi Sect left, the Taoist master Yingtian, the Taoist master Yi Hongniang, and the Taoist master Qiu Yinong stretched out their hands and pointed to Zhao Wumian of the Xuanyang Sect, and the five of them said together: "Are you blind?"

The platform hall fell silent.

Needle drops can be heard.

Shen Li's face stiffened and was slightly embarrassed.

Luo Changfeng was deeply proud.

The old sect master of the Xuanyang Sect, Zhao Wumian, was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. If it weren't for being pulled by several colleagues beside him, I'm afraid he would have drawn his sword at this moment.

But in the end, it is the lord of a mountain, an old traitor who has lived for thousands of years, Zhao Wumian broke away from his peers, and his mood quickly calmed down and said: "It's the old man's clumsiness." Before, I just wondered, since Bodhi has regained its roots, why don't you see the hatred of the disciples and grandchildren of the old man to the culprit?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Wumian glanced at Tiandong New Saint Liancheng Jue, in his eyes, he was just a kid who had not dried up. There is also the so-called Nine Golden Orchid, which is simply ridiculous and generous compared to the Twelve Stars of Jingtian.

Zhao Wumian, the old sect master of the Xuanyang Sect, sighed with a sense of heaven and earth: "In this world, it is really not as good as one generation!"

Luo Changfeng still didn't get angry.

After all, he is no longer a teenager.

just said: "Turning into foreign demons covers my mountains and rivers and messes up my life." Although my generation is not talented, we also know that at this juncture, we should let go of old grievances and fight against foreign enemies together, which is also the purpose of your alliance gathered here. Even if Old Sect Master Zhao insulted my master's name, Changfeng wanted to kill you in the platform hall here, but he still endured it...... The intention is to take the lead in expressing your position. The world is in trouble, and the husband is responsible!"

Xuanyang Sect Zhao Wumian sneered: "Huangkou Xiao'er has such a big breath!"

Luo Changfeng didn't have time to reply.

Lian Chengjue picked up the cup, and Yao Jing Luo Changfeng said: "Don't hide it from Daozun, in fact, I also want to kill him, and by the way, I dumped the Xuanyang Sect." ”

Luo Changfeng replied: "The Holy Lord is serious. You must know that the world is in trouble, and it is the responsibility of the husband, and our generation has a long way to go......"

Lian Chengjue took a sip of wine and silently looked at the shadow in the cup: "The road is long, I will go up and down to seek." ”

Luo Changfeng said: "Reasonable. ”

The singing and harmony of the Bodhi Academy and the Holy Lord of Tiandong completely regarded Xuanyang Sect Zhao Wumian as nothing.

How can this qi be endured? Xuanyang Sect is among the world's first-class sects, and he, Zhao Wumian, is also an out-and-out transformation

Tribulation of the Middle Realm Venerable, when the mighty rivers and lakes were dominating Zhongzhou, the so-called Academy Dao Venerable and Tiandong New Sage Fear Father had never come to the world, and they dared to look at no one like this?

Zhao Wumian's cultivation was full of qi and slammed all over his body.

The robes shook all over the body.

He stood up and made no secret of it, thinking that no matter who he picked, he should teach the elders of the other sect a lesson to these two juniors who didn't know the height of the sky. Rao is this move is inappropriate, and he can only ask the alliance leader for guilt afterwards.

With a cold front in his eyes, he looked at Luo Changfeng and Liancheng Jue, who were still sitting in place. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand, he suddenly saw a figure appear at the temple gate.

Those who enter the temple are white-clothed and white-haired.

Holding a white paper fan, a beautiful son.

It turned out that Emperor Wu had no tears.

The young Emperor Alliance leader looked at Zhao Wumian, who was swelling with a puffing air, and the latter died down for a moment, and his hand resting in mid-air turned to clench his fists: "I've seen the alliance leader." ”

In the platform hall, the royal families under the command of the Emperor League stood up and saluted.

Then Luo Changfeng, Liancheng Jue, Muyun Jiancheng, Lin'er, Qiu Beixue, Liang Bing, Wang Tingji, etc., all the sect masters, mountain masters, sect masters, family masters...... All the banquet guests in the hall successively saluted the emperor alliance master.

Emperor Wu returned the salute with tears, and then walked towards the central seat in the hall. Along the way, he didn't forget to greet everyone, and also nodded to Luo Changfeng.

The proprietor is seated.

The atmosphere in the platform hall is obviously very different from the previous moment. The white-clothed and white-haired emperor holding a white paper fan sat on it casually, as if he fell on top of his head with natural coercion, which was suffocating.

This feeling was especially strong among the people of the Twelve Star River and the Sword Pavilion who were close to Emperor Wuxian with their seats.

So Liancheng Jue was thoughtful.

Muyun Sword City, which was full of awe-inspiring sword intent, was calm as usual.

Wang Xiaoer was slightly surprised in his heart, and he looked at each other speechlessly with the old drunken sword senior of Shoufeng Pavilion beside him......

Soon after Emperor Wuxian appeared, the vacant seats in the platform hall began to be filled one after another, and the heroes of the Thirteen Winds Tower arrived one after another. Soon, the 170 seats were full.

Except for the forty or so powerhouses of the Outer Demon Transformation Realm who are in Tianxi at this moment, and the same number of old antiques who stayed at the gates of each mountain, this platform hall is only a drop in the ocean compared to the rivers and mountains in the world, and it truly gathers the most peak combat power in the world.

The banquet opened.

The discussion on the future of the earth in the world is slowly spreading like a landscape painting scroll under the guidance of Emperor Wuxi.

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