Tianwen Palace.

Tianwen Grand Square can accommodate tens of thousands of people, and with only a few thousand disciples in place, the venue seems quite empty.

July 17 is also the long-awaited day for the disciples of the outer sect of Tianwen Palace, because on this day they can ascend to Tianwen Square in a dignified manner, sit with countless elites, and see the rare high-level leaders of Tianwen Palace, it is said that even the elders of the West Hanging Pavilion will also attend, which makes them extremely excited.

And today, the square that had already been arranged made them feel like they were in a dream, looking at the long tables and stools around them filled with the elites of the inner sect who were high on weekdays, and even the disciples who passed on their own lineage, they actually felt that their identity had risen in an instant, because there were still a large number of high-level giants among them, and even the palace master and the great elder and others had already attended.

Qin Xiaoyi, Wang Xueying, and Wang Penghui sat together, his natural complexion was hidden with melancholy, and his heart was complicated.

Tianwen Palace's formation is too strong, and the strength of the natural disaster, he has also understood it in the past few years, what to use to compete with Tianwen Palace.

One of the worst elders in the family was a second-level cultivator of the God of War, among whom there were nearly forty martial saints, not to mention that Sunset Valley had brought a large number of masters.

At this time, thinking about anything was to no avail, and he didn't even dare to take out the secret sound card again.

Wen Yingxiu led the elder Wen Tonghua and his children to welcome the distinguished guests of Sunset Valley, and at this moment they were drinking tea on the luxurious platform that had been arranged.

As today's protagonist Wen Lianze, dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt, his color and texture are quite festive, his slightly pale face is full of spirits, and his sister Wen Wanru stands quietly behind his father.

The smile on Wen Wanru's delicate cheeks looked very reluctant, listening to the sound of her father and Li Xiuzhu talking happily, she felt inexplicably upset.

As Wen Tonghua, who was in the early stage of the fourth layer of the God of War, he took five elders of the God of War period to accompany him, and there was a faint trace of expectation in his eyes, and he looked into the distance from time to time.

He waited for this day for too long, his grandson Wen Chaoxia was killed by Wen Yiming in Luoding Mountain, and if the natural disaster did not come today, he would kill him to sacrifice the soul of his grandson.

In fact, all the elites of Tianwen Palace have gathered in the main square, and he was instructed by the palace master to let the entire natural disaster stay here for the blood sacrifice Tianwen Palace, and he was extremely in favor, so he naturally arranged everything himself.

Li Xiuzhu's gaze naturally swept over the field, and he smiled at Wen Yingxiu and said: "Brother Wen, do you have the qualifications for natural disasters? Even all the martial saints have come to participate in the wedding banquet, I knew that I would also bring more people over, drink well, and be happy, haha!"

Wen Yingxiu smiled slightly, "Brother Li said that the natural disaster itself is not enough to worry about, but it is said that the Shenzhou military industry has a lot of friendship with the Treasure Pavilion and the Danhui, and the Alchemy Guild in the Western Regions is a brother and neighbor of the Shenyinliu, and these three forces can lend some manpower casually, which is enough to deter one party, just in case." ”

Saying that, he nodded and nodded to Dai You next to Li Xiuzhu, Dai You is the great elder of Sunset Valley, this time with Li Xiuzhu leading several God of War experts to come, there are more than 20 martial saints in the audience, and the lineup is also huge.

He naturally knew that it was not Li Xiuzhu's kindness to help, but to wait for Wen Yiming.

Wen Yingxiu's smile was slightly unnatural, and he was very surprised in his heart, he didn't expect Li Xiuzhu to actually step into the fifth layer of the God of War, and actually entered the Extreme God of War first, which made him feel invisibly inferior.

In fact, his mood today was quite unstable, and Li Hanwen from Sunset Valley also came, but he didn't alarm everyone, and he was catching up with Wen in Qitian Pavilion at the moment.

He didn't expect Li Xiuzhu to attach so much importance to this matter, he faintly felt that Li Xiuzhu had other motives, and his heart was extremely uneasy.

At this time, a martial saint who was a guest stepped into the middle of the entrance, arched his hand and said loudly: "Palace Master, the old man of the Thunder War God Yan of the Creation Art Pavilion has led the people to go up the mountain. ”

"Thunder God of War?" Wen Yingxiu was stunned for a moment, but didn't react, Li Xiuzhu stood up with a slight frown, and said, "It's Yanruhua senior, let's go and greet it in person." ”

As soon as the giants on the luxurious platform got together, a group of people stepped into the gold silk carpet laid at the entrance of the square.

"No need, the old body is uninvited, it won't be unwelcome, right?"

Yan Ruhua's figure in a milky white linen robe was full of heroism, and at the age of more than seven hundred years, her face did not age at all, and her long snow-white hair was floating behind her.

It was followed by the pavilion master Sikong Yingyue and her disciple Wu Panmin on the left and right, and behind him was the Great Elder Sikong Ming who led the five gods of war.

Wen Yingxiu and others hurriedly stepped forward to ask An Shili and invite him to the chairmanship.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone in the field came back to their senses, and many people had never even heard of the name of the Thunder God of War, but just looking at the respectful demeanor of the gods of war, they knew that they were definitely on the same level as their elders of the West Hanging Pavilion.

Especially the dusty temperament, the snow hair behind the long fluttering back and the heroic spirit between the eyebrows, the gestures seem to be fused with natural rhythm.

The high-level of the two major sects are clear about what the four words of the Thunder God of War represent, the early stage of the seventh layer of the God of War may not be important in today's Tianwen Palace, the important thing is that this person is jealous and hateful, and he is upright, and for those who know about the 14th of July, when they saw Yan Ruhua present, they all felt a little panicked.

Especially Wen Yingxiu, Li Han, the god of war at sunset, was already uneasy when he heard about the arrival, and he was even more uneasy at the moment.

"Old Yan, why don't you see the Fifth Autumn Crossbow, I don't know?" Wen Yingxiu asked tentatively.

Yan Ruhua sniffed the freshness of the fragrant tea on the table, closed her eyes and said, "Good tea!"

Wen Yingxiu smiled awkwardly, and knew that although his identity could accompany him here, the other party did not answer the question, and he didn't dare to ask again if he gave him a few more dares.

"Hahaha... Ruhua sister is coming, the text is defeated and welcomed, forgive the sins"

Two old men in wide robes fell from the sky, and among them, the silver-robed old man with gray hair was Wen Defeat, and his laughter seemed to be full of surprise.

Yan Ruhua got up and clenched his fists and said, "Don't dare!"

At this time, everyone stood up and dared to call Yan Ruhua a sister, these two people are naturally the extreme gods of war of the same generation.

In the excited words of some of the personal disciples, the identities of the two old men became clear after a while, and they all looked at the three on the high platform with warm and awe-inspiring eyes.

The Thunder God of War Yan Ruhua, and the Hundred Blades God of War Wen was defeated, which is a legendary figure in the martial arts cultivation world.

And another long-bearded old man in a vermilion robe, with a red face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an occasional flash of fine light in his eyes, was none other than Li Hanwen, the god of war in Sunset Valley.

Yan Ruhua didn't expect Li Hanwen to be there, which greatly surprised him, she wasn't sure if her plan would succeed at the last moment, Sunset Valley's formation today was by no means a simple ceremony, nor did she come to Tianwen Palace to help her allies.

Something is abnormal, Yan Ruhua sighed secretly, she has analyzed, Wen Yiming killed Li Xiuzhu's son and nephew in the secret realm of Luoding Mountain, and took away several secret treasures, Sunset Valley will come today.

But Li Hanwen came in person, this is definitely not for the revenge of his descendants and the three secret treasures, at least in her opinion, whether it is Shennong Ding and the "Materia Medica", or the dragon scale fire will not let Li Hanwen pay attention to it.

Is it for Wen Yiming's secret?

(End of chapter)