'Shaolin issued a heroic post, calling on heroes from all over the world to go, convening a hero conference, and discussing countermeasures for the coming dark ages!'

On this day, Songshan is boiling, and heroes from all over the world are going.

Shaolin did not target or favor, all the sects were distributed, and the creatures on the edge of the secret realm in the current world were also obtained, and they rushed one after another.

Before the seeded players of the ancient relics were not truly born, no one could guarantee that they would be able to escape from that dark age, and they were all worried about the coming darkness of the Seven Evils.

"The envoy of the Great Qin Empire has arrived!"

There was a little monk standing in front of the mountain gate, shouting loudly!

His strength is about seven turns Xiao Zhoutian, and after his voice is blessed with true qi, it is extraordinarily loud, echoing inside and outside the Shaolin Mountain Gate, and everyone can hear it clearly.

This kind of grand event is very exquisite, according to the previous rules of the rivers and lakes, the strength is not as good as the main family's sect, you must arrive before the specified time, otherwise you will not be able to enter the door.

And those who are on the same level as the main family will arrive before and after the appointed time, and those who are stronger than the main family will arrive last.

According to the order of the strong and the weak, the weak always wait for the strong!

Therefore, when the envoy of Great Qin arrived, there were already hundreds of power sects waiting in Shaolin, all of them expressing shock, and some of them let out exclamations.

It's not for any other reason, it's just because this Great Qin actually sent an envoy!

Shaolin is a thousand-year-old temple, among which the strong are like clouds.

The forces in the east are said to be the strongest in the three and a half, and they have always ignored Shaolin.

But no one dares to underestimate him, and they all know that he is powerful, but this sect is similar to the sound situation on the edge of many secret realms, and they are unwilling to compete with the world, so they live in seclusion in Songshan and strictly restrain their disciples.

When the troubled times came, they finally made a move, and they wanted to lead the heroes of the world to fight against the coming darkness!

In the invitation, it was vaguely mentioned that the hidden powerhouses of their faction appeared and walked out of the mountains to preside over this conference.

And, there are still some things to tell about dealing with the Seven Murders.

Under normal circumstances, the top powerhouses of the major forces would inevitably come as promised, conduct secret talks, and draw detailed results.

But Daqin actually sent only one envoy over, which seemed very unreasonable.

The abbot of Xuankong stood in the living room to greet the guests from afar, and when he saw this scene, his face changed, and he said with some doubts: "Your envoy, why hasn't King Qin arrived?"

The old abbot spoke very expectedly, but the envoy of the Qin State was not polite to him, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! What are you involved with a person who has turned into an outsider?

The old face of the abbot of Xuankong was gloomy!

As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, how high is his status in the rivers and lakes?

Coupled with his strong strength and high grade, how long has it been since no one dared to talk to him like this!

But this little envoy of Da Qin actually scolded him like this.

Do you think it's still the Great Qin Empire that dominates the world?

However, the abbot of Xuankong has practiced for many years, and his heart is like water, and he can deal with anything with normalcy!

He stopped talking, bowed slightly, and let the Great Qin envoy in.

It's just that he has a good temper, which doesn't mean that everyone present has a good temper.

A man sitting not far away with the appearance of a head tuo, with two swords on his back and two sword eyebrows straight into his sideburns, couldn't stand it, stood up and pointed at the envoy of Daqin with two fingers together and said, "You little envoy, who gave you the courage to speak to Master Xuankong like this?"

The envoy looked at Toutuo, a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes, and he walked towards him with his head held high, and said in a tough tone: "What kind of thing are you, dare to talk to me like this?

"Look for death!"

Toutuo's temper was too violent, and he did it without saying a word.

Toutuo fights, the hands are two doors, and they all beat people with their feet!

A pair of mandarin duck legs were incomparable, and after three or two moves, the messenger was swept to the ground by the sweeping legs, and a big foot stepped on his face, and asked viciously: "Bastard, what kind of thing are you? It's just that by virtue of Yingzheng's name, the fox and the fake tiger might, killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

Bang!!!

Another kick stomped down, and the violent energy blessed the leg, and it was violently released, shaking the messenger's liver and gall, and blood flowed all over the ground.

He did not use his strongest force, and he did not kill the messenger.

He was given a lesson, and then turned away.

Someone stepped forward to help the messenger stand up, and seeing that he was still vomiting blood, he hurriedly took out the pill and gave it to him, and soon a layer of blood appeared on his pale face, and he recovered some.

"Insult me Daqin, death is already waiting for you!"

As soon as the messenger recovered, the words spurted out, and the hands and feet were inferior to the other party, and the mouth was about to be recovered.

Toutuo saw that he was still going to be murderous, and he rose up and wanted to teach him to be a man again, but he heard the little monk at the mountain gate shouting: "Emperor Luoping of Lushan has arrived!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene in the Shaolin Temple suddenly became noisy!

And the envoy of the Qin State obviously changed his complexion, and took his subordinates to find a place to sit down, not daring to say a word more.

"Emperor Luo Ping, it's polite!"

"Emperor Luo Ping, sure enough, is a young talent!"

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A group of people surrounded Luo Ping, all complimenting and praising him.

Luo Ping didn't speak, just nodded to some acquaintances, and quickly walked to the hall with three people.

There are no ordinary people who can sit in it, all of them are the leaders of one party, and when they saw Luo Ping coming, most of them stood up and bowed their hands towards him.

He still nodded and walked to Toutuo, a warm hug!

"Brother, I haven't seen you for many days, how are you doing lately?"

"Hahaha! very good! very good!"

Tou Tuo Wusong nodded, and slapped Luo Ping's shoulder twice with his left hand, and was also very happy.

The more enthusiastic they met, the more frightened the envoy of the Qin State became!

On behalf of the Great Qin Empire, he is respected everywhere he goes.

But the strong man of Great Qin is only afraid of one person - Luo Ping!

Because, how powerful their first emperor is in power, every time they can't get a little advantage from this person, the recent achievements are still changing, and the first emperor is beginning to fall into the disadvantage.

The key is that this person is young, reckless, and never plays cards according to the routine when doing things.

The wrist is very hard, and once he strikes, his life may be really in danger.

More and more people entered the main hall, and every time a strong person arrived, they would salute each other and show something.

When all the strong people were almost in place, the abbot of Xuankong also walked in, standing behind the seat where the lord was seated, and did not sit down.

When everyone was puzzled, they saw an old figure walking in from the back of the main hall, trembling and walking in, coughing dryly, everyone's eyes turned to him, looking at him carefully!

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