Li Shengyang's gaze collided with Wang Shenhai in the air, forcing Wang Shenhai's submissive gaze back. Li Shengyang couldn't help but squint his eyes with some contempt: "The chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect only has this level......

He didn't say this, because the Civilization Temple did not come to pick quarrels and provoke trouble this time, but to plot to defeat the entire Demon Dao with one blow, and even shake the rule of the entire Ying Tianfu, because the Jianzhou slaves would inevitably instigate their dogs, that is, the Yue Emperor, to rise up "rebellion" in the case that they could not win the Battle of Shield Tiancheng Zhao Guangyi didn't want to see this, and his own army was not ready, and he didn't have much intention to fight in the winter, so he could only use the method of destroying the White Dragon List to stir up the general trend of the world and let Emperor Yue retreat!

He knew that Emperor Yue's life fell into the hands of others, and he must be superstitious, not to mention that if he went against the general trend of the world, Nano would inevitably consider abolishing it in the future, so he didn't know how much time it would take, and the longer it dragged on, the more beneficial it would be to Zhao Guangyi.

Therefore, this time, the elite of the Civilization Temple is exhausted, and it is necessary to take the righteous path for the sky!

Li Shengyang is just a front station to occupy a position, since he came, then the Temple of Civilization must play a game, regardless of whether the Tianfu Imperial Court gives fairness, of course, the Temple of Civilization does not need to be fair, in short, it is to be crushed all the way, to let Emperor Yue and Emperor Jianzhou know that Heaven is not a child's play, and a holy weapon is born through the power of the faith of all people?

Li Shengyang was thinking about it, when he saw the door of the Tongshen Pavilion suddenly open. A team of black-clothed men walked proudly.

The person at the head is Liang Yunfeng.

Carrying this ghost baby, Zhang Baisheng, who was arguing, suddenly retracted his voice, turned around with an unkind expression, and was about to get up. A Xuanzi beside him hurriedly reached out and pressed him, and pointed to a team of chainmail soldiers standing in the corner of the chase room.

These people are here to maintain order.

Of course, these "Son of Heaven's personal soldiers" who maintain order can still maintain a minimum of fairness at this time.

The group of Demon Wei Pavilion disciples led by Liang Yunfeng saw the blue and white uniform dress of the Divine Sword Gate from a distance, and their abrupt Killing Matt shape, so they consciously turned left and sat on the table that was almost the farthest away from Wang Shenhai.

The rules of the rivers and lakes are sometimes really an alternative kind of heavenly rule.

Soon after they entered, a fourth wave arrived, but it was another pair of young disciples dressed in darker robes...... He is a disciple of Black Mountain Villa.

Seeing these people, Zhang Baisheng almost laughed, it turned out that these disciples seemed to be deliberately provocative, or sat at the table next to Liang Yunfeng.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Tongshen Pavilion suddenly became fragmented, and a cold, blade-like air flow secretly clashed back and forth, and the strongest momentum was unfortunately Zhang Baisheng's table.

There are ten people at a table, ten of them are saint-level masters, those who know the Civilization Temple say that they are disciples, and those who don't know think that you are a group of "elders" who have no face and no skin to sit in the middle of the "juniors" and spread wild......

Tongshen Pavilion is not without gorgeous and rich private banquets, but it is all for the elders of the sect, that is, the people who compete for the world's master list, the independent "number room", the disciples who compete for the young master list and the future list of the sect, can only eat, drink and wait in this Datong room.

Watching the door slowly close, blocking a street of wind and snow outside, and closing a room of unconvincing inside, Li Shengyang's eyes flashed, and a hot and passionate battle current like boiling water in his body naturally rose.

But the door was at its height when the silence of mutual hostility reached its peak.

Listening to the momentum, it seems to have been kicked away.

Tongshen Hall is the façade of Yingtianfu, and even the façade of the Emperor Jianzhou, this kind of royal place, does anyone dare to go wild?

There really is.

The man standing outside the gate was lonely and cold. There was an unimaginable momentum on his body, as if infinite mountains were flowing behind him, forming an aura of nothingness and heaviness. At this time, he did not look like a flowing mage who commanded the heavens and the earth, but more like a brave swordsman who cut through the world, although his reputation had nothing to do with swordsmen.

When the lonely silver-white figure, like a mean and ungrateful emperor, appeared at the gate of the Tongshen Pavilion, the hall with only one floor of the Tongshen Pavilion suddenly fell completely silent.

The fighting intent to attack each other like a transparent blade suddenly surrendered, like a lowly slave, facing the Supreme.

This kind of momentum oppression even made Li Shengyang tense the muscles of his whole body, he wanted to stand up, he had to stand up at this time, but he couldn't do it, the realm of the person at the door was indescribable.

It is not the realm of the whip of heaven's chosen, that is the realm of nothingness, it is indescribable, and it is also undiscussable, everything contained in that realm is as plain as Pei Yuan Yizhong, but the earth-shattering horror is hidden behind this prosaic.

Thunder, rain and dew are all mighty.

He stepped into the door, as if he had crossed a high invisible threshold, but the meaning of the existence of the Tongshen Pavilion was to recruit fighters from all over the world, regardless of the source, so there was no threshold in this royal building. At this moment, it seemed that the silver-white man's action of raising his feet high was contrived and ridiculous.

He stepped in, and the other foot was raised high, and he lowered it heavily, and then walked three steps steadily, and the door behind him was pushed by the servant and slowly closed.

The moment the door closed, Li Xuanqi felt like a trapped beast in a cage.

It was a kind of embarrassment that was oppressed by an incomparably huge momentum in the corner of the road, and there was no way back, he quickly moved his eyes, looking left and right, whether it was Wang Shenhai or the two people at the table in the corner in the distance, they all had the same expression as him.

No, Wang Shenhai's expression is different from others. His expression was one that was about to cry, and the word despair was almost written on his face, and of course the look revealed in his cloudy pupils was clearly begging for mercy.

His expression was like that of a beggar who was freezing to death in the middle of winter.

The man who came in was wearing his usual silver robe, but he didn't pull up his hood to cover his face, his silver-white hair didn't move at all, and it was softly draped behind his head, as delicate as a girl's face, and his silver pupils were full of murderous power with a cold expression that he didn't know if he was sincere or deliberately pretended. He walked over slowly and walked towards Li Shengyang, but Li Shengyang, Yi Xuanzi and even Zhang Baisheng couldn't stand up, and the battle flow on their bodies was about to freeze.

He took more than thirty steps forward, and the more he walked, the weaker the momentum on his body became, the more he walked, above his legs and feet, above his arms, and then the muscles of his whole body relaxed, and finally when he arrived less than a foot in front of the table, Li Shengyang had the ability to stand up and salute him: "I've seen the sect master." ”

The silver-white man did not speak, but stretched out his hand and pressed down, which meant that you should relax, flatten down, sit down, and so on. At this time, the atmosphere in the hall had softened, and Li Shengyang could hear it clearly, and the sound of exhaling was scurrying around in the hall like a lonely ghost.

He hurriedly gave up the position of the head and let the silver-haired man sit down, and after the silver-haired man sat down, his expression was faint, he neither ate nor drank, but turned a pair of silver-white eyes to look at the others, his eyes were full of questions.

"Sect Master, it doesn't matter if we've tested this meal. Li Shengyang understood and said in a low voice.

"Okay then, but I got here with a bit of annoyance. The silver-haired man finally spoke, and the voice belonging to the silver dust spread slightly in the main hall.

Li Shengyang wanted to say something, but suddenly saw Yinchen waving his hand, he immediately shut up, and at the same time, he also keenly noticed that there was silence in the hall.

Lots of eyes converged on this direction. There are the provocative gazes of the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, the watchful gazes of the disciples of the Black Mountain Villa, and the scrutinizing gazes of the disciples of the Demon Pavilion. Among these gazes, there was no Wang Shenhai's gaze in the dimension, and it was obvious that this chief disciple did not dare to look this way.

There are only four tables of people in the huge hall, which looks extremely lonely and lonely, as if a big restaurant that is about to go bankrupt if it is not well managed, even if it is in the air, there is a coldness. Yinchen sat quietly for a while, and found that everyone at the table was forced by countless eyes to dare not speak, so he felt a little bored, and casually started to say: "It's already twenty-eight, why are there so many people." ”

As he spoke, the door opened again, and this time, a team of high-spirited masters of the Demon Extermination Sect walked in, these people were the same as the people from the Civilization Temple, all of them were distracted saint-level masters, but ...... None of the gang were under the age of forty.

This is to take out the backbone of the sect and fight for a ranking like gambling.

"Sect Master, the competition only began on October 15, and now those who come are all stepping on the point to occupy a position, which is also strange according to the rules of Tianfu, every day at sunrise, all the visitors are driven out of the guest room, sitting in the lobby, and can only go back after dinner. ”

Li Shengyang introduced, a pair of eyes tightly pressed against the group of people from the Demon Extermination Sect, their expressions were full of vigilance, although the elite of the Civilization Temple had not yet come at this time, they could only be regarded as disciples of the front station, and theoretically it was impossible to really clash with these people of the older generation, but who could say it clearly, they couldn't do the dirty things that bullied the small.

Sure enough, when they came in, they looked at this side a lot less.

"Who are you being kicked out?" Yinchen didn't look at those people from the Demon Slayer Sect from beginning to end, he didn't think it was necessary, the way he looked at those people was probably the same as the way Cilabas looked at Civilization 315, they were all casually looking at the fungi in the petri dish.

"I don't know. Li Shengyang touched his nose embarrassedly: "These people are something we have never seen before, and their magic skills are also something we have never seen, Xuan Bing is as hard as an iron shield, and he attacked with a heavy palm, I tried their color, each of them is very deep, and some ...... I couldn't even measure it. ”

"Ying Tianfu's inner master. Zhang Baisheng interjected: "Either Indra, or the original Pershing City who didn't have time to run and didn't have time to die, was subdued, and came here to help the abuse." ”

"Not really. Li Shengyang said categorically: "I have infiltrated too much, and I know the quality of those people, although these people are also about the same depth, but the difference in the number of roads is too big." But all magic skills have weaknesses, so Ouchi's magic skills must be very complicated, all forms of ice water kung fu are available, and the poison skills are as complete as possible, when have you ever seen such a neat and uniform magic skill?"

As he spoke, he saw a man in a purple robe emerge from the shadow or secret door of unknown heights, and walk briskly through the center of the hall towards the door. Li Shengyang closed his mouth and stretched out his finger and pointed at the person's back, which meant that the people who controlled them were all like that.

When Yinchen's gaze fell, the man stopped for some reason and slowly turned around. His figure is almost in the center of the main hall, and it is also the most brilliant place illuminated by many candles, almost the focus of all kinds of eyes, he slowly turned around, at least forty zhang away from the silver dust, there are many thick copper pillars in between, it stands to reason that at this distance, it is impossible for the battle spirit induction to work, and it is impossible for the Gangfeng induction to work.

But the man seemed to be able to sense the gaze cast by Dao Yinchen, and slowly turned around to face him. There seemed to be many eyes gathering in the main hall.

The candle on the lampstand closest to Silver Dust shook violently, and a clear killing intent shrouded it. Silver Dust didn't need bricks to know, and from the shocked or provocative expressions of the few people around him, no one sensed the killing intent except him.

The unexpectedly huge killing intent enveloped him, but it couldn't make him timid. He looked at the man's face, and watched as the man's otherwise delicate face spun and every muscle spun into a bloodthirsty grin like a demonic spirit.

The man's pupils changed from blue to white, and the whites of his eyes changed from white to orange. There was not a trace of ice mist floating on his body, but there were invisible waves of cold waves pressing over, like a polluted and poisonous river, filthy and mighty. Yinchen didn't speak, didn't move, didn't even have an expression, and a pair of silver-colored pupils were pure gold and almost transparent, without the slightest change.

The man looked at him and smiled, then turned away, bowed his head and walked away, he walked in a hurry, like a little girl.

When he went out, Yinchen moved his mouth: "I know who he is." ”

"Who?"

Yinchen kept silent, just waved his hand, meaning an insignificant little person. A complex and incomprehensible look slowly emerged from the silver-white pupils, and there was unbearability, anger, and regret in that look.

After he knew about the Red Blood Secret Realm, many, many things had happened, one of which was the loss and recovery of the Iron Palm Gang, and the return of Lei Batian. In the Red Blood Secret Realm, the Iron Palm Gang was wiped out, Lei Batian ran away in a bad mood, and left the foundation of the Iron Palm Gang to his subordinates and disciples to fight. However, on the eve of the opening of the secret realm of the East China Sea, Lei Batian suddenly reappeared in the rivers and lakes, killed the demon dragon with a pair of iron palms, relied on his prestige and magic skills to deter many landlords and heroes, prevented land annexation, and even took advantage of the flood to attack the treasury, open a warehouse and release grain。 He is a dignified Jindan master, so low-voiced, the demons of the rivers and lakes are not too pushy, so they forgave him and let him re-prop up an iron palm gang that is not big or small, not famous but does not harm others. Two years later, his reputation is the same as before.