An ordinary house in Luoyang.

The house is not large, the overall area is more than 600 square meters, it is an ordinary house.

It's just that when the whole of Luoyang was almost crazy, in this small mansion, there were more than a dozen people standing quietly in the courtyard. Most of them are strong, the position of their temples is beating high, and their eyes are flashing with a faint cold glow between opening and closing, and they know that they are martial arts experts at a glance.

Under a large tree in the courtyard, a figure sat elegantly at the stone table.

She has a delicate figure, wearing a white palace dress, although her face is cold and plain, but it is still difficult to hide her peerless demeanor. The eyes that are as clear as water, the delicate and upright nose, and the pink and seductive cherry lips, as well as the white skin that is better than the cream, looks like a fairy who has fallen into the world.

It's just that although she is as beautiful as a fairy, her long hair as white as snow makes her feel a little more indescribably lonely, just like the legendary Guanghan fairy.

Beside her, stood a middle-aged man in a gorgeous pale green robe.

The man was tall and strong, his face was not angry and arrogant, and his eyes opened and closed like lightning and thunder, making people dare not look at him. And he is Murong Zhen, the contemporary leader of the Ming Sect, who was once known as the first young master of martial arts.

It's just that Murong Zhen, who is powerful in the world, is as well-behaved as a little white rabbit in front of this woman with a cold face, and he can't see the domineering spirit of the Ming Sect Leader at all.

Murong Zhen cautiously glanced at the woman in front of him, and said respectfully: "The left envoy has sent news that the attack at the city gate has failed. However, it has been determined that the demon path is indeed injured. ”

"Are you hurt?"

The woman muttered and sighed softly, "Being able to defeat your great-ancestor is only a little more injured, this person is really terrifying. It's the old guys who survived back then, and your great-grandfather is only between you and your great-grandfather at most. Today's young people are really terrifying. ”

Murong Zhen bowed down and said, "The seniors laughed, even if the demon path is strong, how can it be the opponent of the seniors." ”

The woman's eyes glanced indifferently at the depths of Luoyang City, and sighed lightly: "You don't understand, someone doesn't want to see me make a move." They've come, I can feel it. ”

Murong Zhen was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked at the woman with doubts.

They, who is that?

Even when the ancestor was still alive, he personally admitted that he was not her opponent. Are the so-called them even stronger than their ancestors?

Murong Zhen was puzzled in his heart, but when he saw the woman's cold face, he didn't dare to ask after all. All you have can invite this woman is the other party to give face to the great-grandfather. If he angers her, I'm afraid it's hard to die.

The martial arts conference was held in a mansion in Luoyang City.

The mansion was originally the residence of the high-ranking officials of the Mongols, but after Gao Huan captured Luoyang City, this place also became one of his mansions. The mansion has three entrances and three exits, covering an area of about 80,000 square meters, including two back gardens and more than 300 rooms of various kinds.

And the place where the martial arts conference was held was on the martial arts arena of the mansion.

The martial arts arena covers an area of thousands of square meters, and only the space here can accommodate masters from all over the world. The martial arts conference held by the Daomen is naturally not accessible to anyone. Although there are tens of thousands of martial arts people who come to Luoyang, there are no more than 200 people who can really enter the mansion.

There is a random person here, and they are all famous figures in the rivers and lakes.

In the corner of the martial arts arena, three figures stood quietly looking at each other, and no one spoke. Around them, no one dared to approach easily, and it looked quite weird.

Several people were silent for a moment, and Hong Qigong said with a smile: "Daomen is really a good skill, and even the master of a lamp has invited him." ”

Yideng clasped his hands together and said with a calm face: "Although Yideng escaped into the Buddha's gate, he still can't escape the word Jianghu after all." Daomen invited the world's martial arts celebrities to discuss martial arts plans, how could the poor monks refuse? ”

Huang Yaoshi frowned slightly, looked at the masters who gathered together in twos and threes on the martial arts arena, and said in a deep voice: "There are ninety percent of the masters in the world with names and surnames, and the Daomen is really not small." The old name Hanako has always been the most well-informed, but do you know the purpose of the Daomen this time? ”

Hong Qigong looked at it, shook his head and said: "No, the Daomen is very strict in keeping secrets this time, and there is not the slightest news leakage." However, the Dao Palace commands the Taoist forces in the world, and with their terrifying strength, those who dare not give them face are afraid that there are only a few people. ”

Yideng bowed his head slightly, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "What's more, the terrifying power of the Daomen Alliance is simply terrifying. I don't know where they came from, even a senior of my Tianlong Temple who has lived in seclusion for hundreds of years was invited by them. ”

A predecessor who has been in seclusion for a hundred years!?

When Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, their faces full of shock.

has lived in seclusion in Tianlong Temple for a hundred years, so what kind of cultivation is the other party?

Seeing the stunned looks of the two, Yideng shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "That is the great-ancestor of the poor monk." ”

The corners of Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi's mouths twitched slightly, and the divine light in their eyes flashed violently. Nandi is already a figure of the same generation as the two of him, if his great-grandfather is still alive, what kind of age is it!

How is this possible, and why have you never heard of it?

The two of them were full of disbelief in their hearts, but when they saw the serious look of Master Yideng, they could only be silent.

With the character of Yideng, the two believe that the other party will never deceive themselves. Besides, what's the point of the other party deceiving himself about this kind of thing?

Yideng saw that the two fell silent, and said helplessly: "Don't say the two, even the poor monk himself just knew about it." The poor monk's performance at that time was not much better than the two. ”

When the two heard this, their hearts were slightly relieved, and at the same time they were full of endless curiosity.

Who is the great-grandfather of the Master of One Light?

In one corner of the crowd, two old figures held wine jugs and drank happily.

Both of them had white hair, and the folds on their faces were like the hills of the south, and if it weren't for their clear eyes and the energy with which they seemed quite energetic, one would have wondered if they would have fallen at any moment.

"Third brother, when was the last time we met?" One of the ugly-looking old men took a sip of his drink and sighed.

Another looking old man was silent for a moment and sighed, "Thirty years ago. ”

"Thirty years, that's a lot of time. After a hundred years of trance, most of the old people are no longer in the world, and only us old things are left to survive. The ugly old man sighed with a hint of bitterness on his face.