Saint Wuwu's face became very ugly, within a few days of Peach Blossom and them, it was the first time to see such an ugly face of Saint Wuwu, probably became famous at a young age, and it was really a kind of unbearable loneliness to be treated so contemptuously.

Peach Blossom saw it, indicating that Murong Yu and Ning Linglong also saw the pale faces of the hero in their hearts after being treated like this.

Ning Linglong said softly: "Bu Gong Master, I am the only survivor of Puxian Zhuang Seeing that the Demon Sect is so ruthless, doesn't the Bu Palace Lord have a trace of compassion, the Lord of the Murong League ordered the world's heroes to hold a martial arts conference to elect the leader, attack the Snow Mountain, and eradicate the Qingmen Yin, such a thrilling event, doesn't the Bu Palace Lord want to participate in the history of the country?" Peach Blossom thought, it turns out that the so-called big thing is to gather the heroes of the world to attack Qingmen. It's really a big deal, but Peach Blossom cried in her heart in the next second, because she didn't even know where Qingmen Yin was, so she had been following Murong Yu for the past few days, rubbing their carriage, because she couldn't go to a place and ask others if they knew where Qingmen Yin was, after all, this Qingmen Yin was a ruthless villain in the eyes of these people. Since they are going to hold a hero conference, Peach Blossom thought about it, she has to continue to rub their carriage and penetrate into the enemy's interior, and wait until she returns to Qingmen Yin to better deploy the battle situation. Ning Linglong's words made Buhuajian's confused eyes open in an instant, but what he said didn't match his expression, and he said, "I don't want to." "Peach Blossom really wants to worship this person as a man of God. Murong Yu jumped up from the chair angrily and said angrily: "Buhuajian, I tell you, my father opened a martial arts conference, and gave you a post to let you go, it is to give you face, you have to go today, you have to go, you have to go, otherwise don't blame Miss Ben for being polite." Suddenly, a white veil flew by, and a slap mark immediately appeared on Murong Yu's face. The woman standing next to Buhuajian said: "If you offend your master, you should be killed, for the sake of the face of the Murong Alliance Lord, I will spare your life." The maid did so, but Bukama didn't stop her, just yawned, and continued to squint at the few people standing at the bottom of the hall. Peach Blossom felt that her gaze stayed for a few more seconds as she swept over herself, and she hung her head busily. Saint Wuwu's elegant voice rose again, and said: "Step Palace Master, I don't want to participate in the martial arts conference, are you afraid of losing?" Buhua yawned and replied, "The agitation method is useless to me." "At this moment, the sky is gradually getting dark, and the moonlight has begun to fade. Saint Wuwu said: "I implore the Palace Master to give it more consideration. Bu Huajian felt very annoyed, where did so many things come from, annoyed to death, and said in a voice with a little impatience in his tone: "Go back and tell Murong Shui, whoever is the leader of the martial arts alliance can do it, I will obey it." Only then did Sheng Wuwu know why the master would say that this was a tiring job that was more tiring than three years of practice, and it was simply exhausting. Peach Blossom looked at the two people who were talking, and one was obviously impatient. The other is also on the verge of collapse. Sheng Wuwu raised his voice lightly and continued: "Step Palace Master, it's not a matter of who is the leader of the martial arts alliance, but the entire martial arts fellow is going to go up to the Snow Mountain to attack Qingmen Yin, so the family master hopes that you can participate in this entire martial arts operation." Buhuajian didn't want to speak at all, stepped on his exclusive car barefoot, and motioned for the eight maids to lift him. This can be regarded as a complete disregard for saints. Murong Shui said: "What kind of score is this?!" Saint Wuwu sat in his position expressionlessly, looking at the top of the hall and seeing that there was no one in the upper hall. The housekeeper came out of nowhere: "It's getting dark, please have dinner first, and then go to the guest room to rest." It can be regarded as the friendship of my master as a landlord. ”