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The business of this inn doesn't seem to be very good, there are only two people on the entire second floor, one is Ji Yan, and the other is the flowing sword with an ugly expression sitting opposite her.

An hour had passed since the meeting, and Liujian originally thought that she would say something, but until now, she hadn't said a word, keeping her head down, not knowing what she was doing.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Liujian finally couldn't hold back.

"Elder Wind!"

"Shhh......hhh

After a pause, "I suggest you call me Lord Wind." ”

Flowing Sword: "......"

Liujian picked up the tea, swallowed a big mouthful, forcibly suppressed his anger, and said: "Feng Zhiyan, the old man has been waiting for you here for three whole days! Do you know that three days ago, the senior brother sent me a message, and nine out of ten of the heads of the hundred sects of the sect have agreed to fight, and it won't be long before the sect will send a war letter to the Fa family, what about you, what are you going to do?"

"I propose to surrender. Ji Yan lowered his head and seriously filled the last few petals with words, licked his lips, and then divided the petals into three strands, and carefully put them back into the original sachet.

Liujian frowned, "The old man doesn't have time to laugh with you now!"

"I'm not joking!" Ji Yan raised his head and said, "It's not for nothing that I'm three days late, I have heard some news, the current situation, the sect has declared war on the Legalists, and it will definitely be defeated." ”

Liujian put down his teacup and was silent for a moment, "It's because there are nether people in Garo City." ”

"You also know?" Ji Yan blinked in surprise, he didn't expect that the flowing sword looked rigid and inflexible, but he also knew how to inquire about the enemy's information.

"Nether people are indeed a big trouble, but you ignore it, the sect has two major advantages over the Legalists!" Liu Jian glanced at Ji Yan, and under her deferential expression, he analyzed and said: "One is morale!"

Since the day the eight major forces were formed, they have mutually agreed with each other that the water from the well will not interfere with the water of the river, and that the small frictions in the border areas will not be counted, but if the Legalists go to the sectarian forces to slaughter a sect, this is a provocation! If the sects swallow their anger because of the strength of the Legalists, then when the Legalists raise their butcher's knives for the second time, the sects will not dare to stand up and resist! Once they show weakness, they will go into decline, and there is not a single sect of the hundred sects that does not understand this truth.

So in this battle, even if we know that there is no chance of winning, we have to fight, not for the sake of a thousand kills, but for ourselves!

Even if you can't destroy the Fa family, you have to break its fangs and let it hurt its muscles and bones!"

"Good morale ......" Ji Yan shook his head with a smile, when the Thousand Killing Sect was destroyed, making the sect the most shocked, frightened, annoyed, and the most unable to retreat, the determination and courage that erupted could indeed increase the chances of winning the war a little, but it was only a little more.

Because this is the world of monks, the strong are honored, and the strongest are gods.

As soon as the gods thought of it, the blood flowed like a river.

"And what about the second advantage?" Ji Yan crossed his hands to support his chin, like a little gentleman, watching Liujian speak.

"Ancient spirit beasts. "It's a tacit message from each other, so the sword point stops.

Ji Yan's dark eyes flashed, and sure enough, it was so.

When it comes to power wars, it is impossible for ancient spirit beasts to be left alone.

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