Under the moonlight, the white clothes fluttered and danced.

Jiang Daoming drank the spirits, his expression was indifferent, and there was no change on his face.

The moonlight sprinkled down, and the silver-white light gathered, converging around the white-clothed figure, like a silver gauze.

An ethereal temperament emanated, Zhu Hongyan looked cold, his fingertips gathered the moonlight, his long sleeves waved, and the moonlight followed.

"Hall Master, can you still see it?" said Zhu Hongyan softly.

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "You can drink alcohol." ”

"Hongyan thanks the hall master for his help. Zhu Hongyan bowed slightly and walked away: "See you next day." ”

"Precious. ”

Jiang Daoming bowed his hand slightly and bid farewell to Zhu Hongyan.

Tianshan, wait until you are done with Xuanzhou before you go.

Leave the roof and return to your room to rest.

The next day, Jiang Daoming didn't go out, drank and dined in the room, and then cultivated.

The warriors of the rivers and lakes are still in contact with each other, and some of the warriors have not yet arrived.

It wasn't until the afternoon that there was a knock on the door.

"Guest officer, there is a guest visiting. The voice of the shopkeeper sounded.

"Come in. Jiang Daoming said indifferently, his true anger swept over, and the door opened automatically.

A figure walked in and arched his hand: "Hall Master Jiang, it's been a long time." ”

"It turned out to be Zhang Wanlin. Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "It's been a long time, I don't know what Brother Zhang is doing when he comes to find the master of this hall?"

"When the twelve kings learned that the lord of the hall was in Parkway City, they came specially to hold a banquet to entertain the lord of the hall. Zhang Wanlin arched his hand.

Jiang Daoming said lightly: "Hongmen Banquet?"

The hall master laughed. Zhang Wanlin smiled and said, "The twelve kings really want to befriend the hall master, this is an invitation." ”

Jiang Daoming took the invitation and said lightly: "Tonight, the master of the hall will go to the appointment on time." ”

Zhang is waiting for the hall master. Zhang Wanlin arched his hand.

Jiang Daoming's expression was indifferent, and he said calmly: "What else is going on?"

"I have been separated from the hall master for a long time, and the prestige of the hall master has spread all over Xuanzhou, Zhang admires it, but Zhang wants to remind the hall master that it is enough to stop. ”

Zhang Wanlin said in a deep voice: "The environment of heaven and earth, the world is varied, we can't change the world, we can only adapt." ”

"Brother Zhang is teaching me to do things?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"Don't dare, it's just that the hall master doesn't feel that he is fighting against the entire Xuanzhou, the enemy of Xuanzhou, and even the enemy of the whole world?" Zhang Wanlin said heavily.

Jiang Daoming's methods are too ruthless, contrary to the rivers and lakes, against the entire Xuanzhou martial arts.

"It's Xuanzhou who wants to be the enemy of the lord of this hall!" Jiang Daoming said coldly: "This world is the world of Great Xia, not the world of rivers and lakes, Brother Zhang, as a person around the twelve kings, should be clear." ”

"Great Xia can't change the rivers and lakes. Zhang Wanlin sighed: "The world will not change because of a certain person, although the hall master is strong, but if it does not change, it will only be a wave in the history of Great Xia after all." ”

"If all you can do is talk nonsense, then you can go. Jiang Daoming said lightly: "The bloody rivers and lakes are destined to be rewritten by the master of the hall." ”

Zhang retired, and the hall master did it himself. ”

Zhang Wanlin gave up his hand and turned to leave.

"The strong don't adapt to the rules, but rewrite the rules. Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "If you don't abide by the rules of the hall master, you are doomed!"

Zhang Wanlin paused, didn't say much, and left quickly.

It's really rampant as always, this time the entire Xuanzhou martial arts is a sensation, the strong gather, no matter how strong he Jiang Daoming is, can he really turn the day over?

He wants to see if Jiang Daoming can rewrite the rules.

Jiang Daoming casually threw the invitation aside, and the banquet had two hours to start.

Zhang Wanlin's words reminded him of a passage in his previous life, everyone has a dream of saving the world, and when he grows up, he finds that the world can't save him.

It's a pity that these people don't understand themselves.

If he can't live out his heart, then what's the point of living in this life, continue to be muddy?

Drinking the spirits, Jiang Daoming looked indifferent, waiting for the time of the banquet to come.

The life element is already 15 points, which was obtained by the previous warriors.

He estimated that although there were many Xuanzhou martial artists this time, it might not be enough for him to break through to the ninth layer.

I hope that the forces of the Demon Cloud Sect will send more eighth-layer martial artists, but it really can't be done, and it is okay to have a few more ninth-layer martial artists.

Now he is not afraid of the ninth-layer martial artist at all.

Even if it is the blood of the immortals, there is no need to put it in your eyes.

Time passed, night came, and time for the banquet arrived.

Jiang Daoming took the wine gourd and left the inn.

The twelve kings have a house in the north of the city, where there are few people and quiet, and the people living nearby are all warriors.

In the courtyard, the lights were bright, and one by one the warriors arrived and entered the house.

A middle-aged and elderly man was standing outside the door, greeting guests.

Jiang Daoming came to the mansion and handed out the invitation: "Demon Removal Palace, Jiang Daoming." ”

"Hall Master Jiang, please. The middle-aged old man looked at each other and arched his hand.

Jiang Daoming walked in and came to the main hall under the leadership of a servant, which was already full of warriors, complimenting each other, and it was extremely lively.

"The Lord of the Demon Removal Hall has arrived. The servant shouted,

As the words fell, there was a sudden silence inside, and the eyes of the warriors shifted one after another.

Jiang Daoming walked into the banquet, and the warriors sat on both sides, all eyes focused on him.

The twelve kings sat on the throne and arched their hands: "Lord Jiang Palace, it's been a long time, the palace is goodbye, and this king misses it very much." ”

When he escorted King Gangneung back to the imperial capital, he had a relationship with the twelve kings, but there was no communication.

"The lord of this hall also misses the prince. Jiang Daoming arched his hand.

"The hall master took his seat and sat at the head of the left side, what does the hall master think?"

"Obey the prince's arrangement. Jiang Daoming said lightly and walked straight over.

The warriors' faces were cold, and the first place on the left, that was the position second only to the prince, and this was to sit on their heads?

The warriors looked at Jiang Daoming, and Jiang Daoming was also looking at them.

There are all eighth-layer martial artists, more than thirty people, and there are still many position controls, and there are still people who have not come.

Lu Hongyi, Yang Xuantian, and Mo Qinghai, the three alliance leaders, are also there.

In addition to them, there are also several monks with the mark of the Black Lotus on their heads, the Demon Buddha lineage of the Demon Cloud Sect.

"Huh?" Jiang Daoming paused and saw a Taoist: "Wudang Mo Xiuping, you are here too?"

Mo Xiuping bowed slightly and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the prince invites you, and the poor Dao comes to have a glass of wine." ”

Jiang Daoming nodded slightly, didn't say anything more, and got up and sat down.

"The hall master Jiang is so majestic, where is the Wudang Dao Chief, do you still have to get the permission of the hall master?" Mo Qinghai said coldly.

Jiang Daoming glanced at him and said, "Deputy Alliance Leader, do you think you can do it again? That night, why didn't you see the Deputy Alliance Leader make a move?"

Mo Qinghai's expression froze, that night, Lu Hongyi was injured in one move, how dare he, an eighth-layer martial artist, make a move?

"Hall Master Jiang, why are you so angry, let's eat the bar first. The Twelve Kings spoke up.

Mo Qinghai snorted coldly and raised his glass: "The leader of this alliance will give the prince face and give the prince a glass." ”

Jiang Daoming scoffed.