Two days passed quickly, and people from all walks of life quickly set off from their places of residence and headed towards the suburbs of Hangzhou. .rainbow*文¥学%网x.*1*1*

In the martial arts world, it is naturally impossible to hold a martial arts conference in the metropolis blatantly, otherwise, it would be too shocking to the world, after all, these ordinary people do not know that there is still a martial arts world in China.

The martial arts world is the evolution of the ancient martial arts rivers and lakes.

Therefore, as the advocate of the martial arts conference, the Ethereal Palace, in a deserted place on the outskirts of Hangzhou, a new luxury villa group was built as the venue for the martial arts conference.

In the center of the villa complex, a high ring was built.

After all, there will inevitably be some verbal disputes above the martial arts conference, and this ring can play a role, and at the same time, there are also some sects that need to take the opportunity of the martial arts conference to solve the grudges that have accumulated in ordinary times.

Not far from the villa complex, more than a dozen white-clothed men waited here early, receiving the various sects and factions who came to participate in the martial arts conference, they were the white-clothed guards of the Ethereal Palace.

On the right side of the villa complex, there is an extremely large open space, on it, there are traces of just processing, obviously, it is the people of the Ethereal Palace, for the convenience of all sects, to clear out this place, as a temporary parking lot.

Although, now the martial arts world is separated from the world, but it is also inseparable from everything in the world, such as eating, wearing, living, and traveling, otherwise, there will not be so many forces in the martial arts world, secretly controlling some businesses that come with money.

After all, there are still so many people in the sect who need to be fed.

In the temporary parking lot, there were already a few vehicles parked in, and it was clear that some sects had arrived.

In the center, there is an extremely large villa, and the hall inside is used for the negotiation of the martial arts conference, at this time, there are already several figures sitting on chairs in the hall, talking in a low voice.

The white-clothed guards on the outermost side continued to lead masters from various sects into the villa.

As time passed, there were more and more vehicles in the temporary parking lot, which proved that there were more and more people from all walks of life.

Around the ring, there were also a lot of figures, and there was a commotion on the scene, these people were all disciples of various sects, and the most central villa hall was only able to enter this time by the heads of various sects.

These ordinary disciples would naturally stay outside and wait for the results of the negotiations.

Approaching eleven o'clock at noon, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and it was clearly transmitted to the direction of the ring: "Yanjing Yun's house has arrived." ”

Suddenly, the people waiting around the ring looked in the direction outside, the Yun family, as one of the six top forces in the martial arts world, naturally has a very loud reputation, these people, usually live in their own sects, rarely come out to walk, naturally, they will be interested in these things.

Around the ring, there were bursts of discussions.

Several Chevrolet cars slowly drove into the temporary parking lot, and more than a dozen Yunjia special guards got out of the car first, standing respectfully aside, and then, I saw a middle-aged man walking out of the car, looking around, and showing a satisfied smile on his face.

He is Yunnan Zhuo, the head of the Yun family.

Then, surrounded by more than a dozen Yun family special guards, he walked towards the most central villa.

As they got closer and closer, the chatter around the ring gradually became smaller, and they all watched quietly as Yunnan Zhuo and his party came over.

Coming to the door, Yunnan Zhuo waved his hand lightly, signaling more than a dozen Yun family special guards to stay outside, and with a calm smile on his face, he slowly walked into the villa.

When I entered the hall, I saw more than a dozen figures sitting on chairs, men and women, old and young, chatting in a low voice, listening to the sound of footsteps, before raising my head and looking in the direction of the door.

Seeing Yunnan Zhuo's figure, a middle-aged Taoist priest stood up, with a hint of laughter, and said, "Master Yun, we haven't seen each other for a long time, come and sit." ”

"Brother Qingsong, you are still so cheerful," Yunnan Zhuo laughed, pointing to the middle-aged Taoist priest who spoke.

"That is, life is short for decades, you have to live happily," the middle-aged Taoist priest had an indifferent smile on his face, and he did not feel restrained because Yunnan Zhuo was the head of the Yun family of the six major forces.

The middle-aged Taoist priest is the head of the Qingsong Daoist, one of the nine major sects in the martial arts world.

Back then, when they were still young, in the face of the offensive of the Demon Palace, the two of them were born and died, and their friendship was naturally very deep.

"It's better for your brother to see it, I can't do it," Yunnan Zhuo waved his hand, and while coming to the top seven seats of the round table and sitting down, he smiled at Qingsong Daoren, without any scruples, and there were more than ten sect leaders there.

"Hmph," a cold snort sounded, obviously, feeling dissatisfied with the unbridled chat between the two.

Turning his head to look, it was a middle-aged teacher, Yunnan Zhuo's eyes immediately flashed a haze, with a sneer on his face, and said: "Our two brothers haven't seen each other for decades, just reminiscing about the past, I don't know what advice Master Emei Duyin has?"

"I can't talk about the advice, I just ask the Yun family master to pay attention to the place, if you want to catch up on the old days, please wait until after the martial arts conference is over," Duyin Shitai, who didn't care about Yunnan Zhuo's sneer at all, said coldly.

"Then after the martial arts conference is over, I want to ask if Shitai's Emei swordsmanship has improved," Duyin Shitai's faceless action at all, Yunnan Zhuo's heart suddenly burst with anger, his eyes were full of fierceness, but with a smile on his face, he said.

"I'll wait," Duyin Shitai's face changed, and he said, turning his head away.

Suddenly, the scene fell into a depressing atmosphere, and no one thought that before the martial arts conference began, the Emei faction would face off against the Yun family.

"The Yun family master is so angry, I, a drunken man, also want to learn the Yun family's Paiyun palm after the martial arts conference is over, I wonder if the Yun family master is willing to accompany him?" Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the hall.

Hearing this voice, Yunnan Zhuo's face immediately changed, and he looked at the door with a gloomy gaze.

Suddenly, the figure of a middle-aged man appeared in sight, holding a gourd of wine in his hand, and while walking inside, he drank the wine in his hand, not paying any attention to Yunnan Zhuo's gloomy gaze.

"The ancient master is willing to teach, and Nan Zhuo is naturally accompanied," Yunnan Zhuo's heart, although there is a trace of fear of middle-aged men, but in such a situation, he will naturally not show weakness, otherwise, not only his own face will not be able to hang, but even the face of the Yun family will also be unable to hang.

"Then I'll wait for this drunk," the middle-aged man said as he sat down next to Yunnan Zhuo, drinking indifferently.

The middle-aged drunk, who is the head of the Xingyi Gate, Gu Santong, is the ancient biological son, probably because he is obsessed with wine, and his comprehension of Xingyi Quan is also extremely profound, and his strength has long entered the innate realm.

Xingyimen has always been friendly with the Emei faction, so naturally it will not see the Emei faction being squeezed out and suppressed by Yunnan Zhuo.

Although, the heritage of Xingyimen is not as good as the Yun family, but the strength of the ancient three links is above Yunnan Zhuo, if the two really fight, Yunnan Zhuo will lose.

"Haha, I didn't expect that as soon as I walked to the door, I heard that there was a good show to be performed, what an honor," another voice sounded, with a sense of schadenfreude in it.

As the words fell, a young man in his thirties, with a cynical expression on his face, appeared in the hall.

"Nephew Mu Xian, then you can honestly sit on the side and watch the play," Yunnan Zhuo's face changed slightly, and then, with a sneer, said.

"Uncle Yun's words, the little nephew naturally wants to listen," Shunpo got off the donkey, in the hands of the young man, he held it very well, and sat down next to Gu Santong, and said to Yunnan Zhuo with a cynical tone.

The young man is Mu Haoran, the eldest son of the head of the Mu family.

"Nephew Mu Xian, why didn't your old man come?" Next to him, Gu Santong glanced at Mu Haoran while drinking wine, and asked with drunken eyes.

"Uncle Gu, my dad is still busy with things now, so he asked the little nephew to come instead of him, and he asked me to say sorry to all the seniors," Mu Haoran smiled indifferently, glanced around at the heads of the various sects sitting at the round table, and said softly.

"That's really a pity, I originally wanted to have a trick with your old man," Gu Santong said with a sigh with a touch of regret on his face.

"Brother Gu wants to find someone to make a move, why don't you look for me?" A voice suddenly resounded in the hall from behind, and when I looked around, I saw a handsome middle-aged man walking through the small door in the hall.

Wearing a white robe, holding a paper fan in his hand, he kept fanning it, and with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked towards this side.

"If you want to accompany me, I will naturally welcome it," Gu Santong's face changed slightly, and he quickly returned to normal, still drinking the wine in his hand, and said nonchalantly.

"Then it's settled," he said, and sat down in the center of the seven positions, and now, only the three people on the far right had not arrived.

This handsome middle-aged man is none other than the palace master of the Ethereal Palace.

Don't look at him as a scholar, but in the martial arts world, he has a bloodthirsty nickname 'Iron-blooded Butcher', who kills people without mercy, and no one has ever been able to escape from under his hands.

Back then, I don't know how many small sects were destroyed by him alone.

This is also why Gu Santong's face changed slightly when he heard Cheng Feng's words, although his strength was not inferior to the other party, but under such a duel, it would definitely be a lose-lose situation.

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