Lin Fei's figure flew over everyone's heads, and then landed in front of the main seat in a dashing manner. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

His arrival made the heads of the various sects stand up and look at him in unison.

Many sect leaders have only seen Lin Fei's portrait, and it is really the first time they have seen a real person, and they seem to look younger than the portrait. The unique temperament on the body is not found in the portrait.

With a gentle face, he looks like a handsome boy, which is really very different from what the rumors say.

"The heads of the various factions came on time, Lin is still very happy, sit."

As he spoke, he pressed down with his raised hands, and he sat down in the main seat first, with a bit of chic on his face.

The heads of the various factions also sat down one after another.

He Youchong, the head of the Kunlun faction, seemed to feel something, his eyes met Lin Fei, and when he saw the other party looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

What's going on! Didn't I just stand up and say something that this kid heard?

Is this look in his eyes a warning to me?

Without waiting for him to continue to make up for it, Lin Fei coughed lightly and glanced at the empty abbot. The other party also understood what he meant, so he got up from his seat, looked around the audience, and spoke.

"This time, the heads of all factions are invited to gather in Shaolin to discuss the formation of a martial arts alliance to resist the threat from the Ming court."

"The misfortune that happened in Shaolin not long ago, I think all the colleagues present know a thing or two, the emperor intends to quietly take Shaolin, ambush the killers and wantonly kill the masters of various factions, and he already has the heart of coveting the entire rivers and lakes in his heart. Fortunately, Lord Lin appeared in time to stop the emperor's intentions and allow Shaolin to be preserved. But just one time will not stop the emperor's ambitions, it is bound to make a comeback, and the whole crisis is imminent. ”

Speaking of this, he paused before continuing: "Shaolin has agreed to Lord Lin's plan to become a member of the Martial Arts Alliance and respect him as the leader of the alliance. ”

Although the heads of the various sects had been prepared, after hearing these words, they couldn't help but set off turbulent waves in their hearts.

Shaolin took the lead in standing in line and took Lin Fei as the leader of the alliance. Not to mention the other small sects, the remaining seven of the eight major sects alone had their eyes wandering around, fidgeting.

It's forcing them to make a choice!

Especially Lin Fei, leaning on his seat and looking at them for a long time, the pressure he gave was even greater.

What to do!

And many people from small sects have already surrendered to Lin Fei and expressed their willingness to become a part of the Martial Arts Alliance.

After all, they don't have the Shaolin family's great cause, and their prestige and strength are not comparable, and after learning about Lin Fei's methods, they don't dare to disagree.

In an instant, nearly fifty percent of the sects chose to obey and Feng Lin Fei was the leader of the martial arts alliance.

The situation on the scene looks extremely visually impactful.

Except for the eight major factions in Shaolin, their faces became even more ugly. The Kunlun faction, which had the courage to stand up, was like a shrunken turtle at the moment, where did he dare to speak.

At this time, Lin Fei finally spoke.

"I can say that your choice is very wise. But ......"

His eyes suddenly swept over from the eight major factions except Shaolin.

"What about you. To be clear here, my patience is very limited, how about giving you ten breaths, I think it will be enough for you to make a choice. You know, sometimes you think too much, and it's easy to think about it and do things that you regret. ”

After sitting and observing for a while, Lin Fei didn't want to waste any more time, so he directly forced them to make a choice.

Let them make their own choice, Lin Fei didn't think there would be any answer, he was not a good person, he just wanted to use them, how could it be possible not to persecute them.

"Ten."

Lin Fei began to count, put his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said softly.

"Nine."

Present, there was an extremely strong sense of depression invisibly, and with the number reported by Lin Fei's mouth, this sense of depression became heavier and heavier, like a big mountain, pressing on everyone's chest, and there was a feeling that it was difficult to breathe.

"This ......"

The head of the eight major factions, except for the empty abbot, sat in the same place, the Buddhist beads in his hands were moving one by one, and his mood was peaceful. The rest of the seven factions were already like ants on a hot pot, and their expressions were uncertain.

To be honest, they don't approve of any martial arts alliance at all, and they have to listen to other people's orders at this time, even if they have the threat of the imperial court.

However, there was also Lin Fei's threat, which made them have to seriously consider it. Otherwise, his own sect is likely to be wiped out by this guy.

A starry sword qi swept across the sky and slashed towards the area where everyone present was!

The sudden scene made everyone present lose their minds for a moment.

"Huh? What a powerful sword aura! ”

Even Lin Fei was shocked by this sword qi training. It contains the power of the stars, which is enough to destroy the entire Shaolin, and even he is difficult to resist!

It's just that this sword qi training was just about to fall into Shaolin, but it was slapped away by another big blue hand, and even the aftermath was wrapped in a strange force, and it didn't hurt half of the Shaolin below.

"Fake Taoist, you really made a move."

A low, slightly hoarse voice reverberated from the sky above Shaolin, and a proud figure suddenly appeared.

The image of an old man in a simple gray robe.

The change in events caught most of the people present unexpectedly and continued to be confused.

"This breath ......" Lin Fei was the only one, and he seemed to think of something.

As the gray-robed old man appeared, a white rainbow flew rapidly in the distant sky, stopping dozens of feet away.

The white light disappears, revealing the truth. It was a middle-aged Taoist dressed in a wind-pulling robe, holding a starry magic sword in his hand.

His eyebrows were straight, his eyes flashed with an uncertain light, and the corners of his mouth moved.

"You old ghost, you're really haunted."

Seeing that the sleeves of his robe waved, a white light blew from it to the ground, and the gray-robed old man wanted to make a move, but was stopped by the Taoist with a magic sword.

The white light dissipated, and there were many more figures.

"Zhu ignores ......"

Lin Fei saw those people clearly, Zhu Wuzhi was also among them, as well as the so-called Thirty-six Tiangang and Seventy-two Earth Demons.

And what amazed him was the methods of the Taoists, which were really unpredictable.

Could it be a master from the Celestial Organization?

This one is highly likely!

Then that gray-robed old man may be a plane overseer!

Before he could think about it any more, there was a burst of exclamations around him.

The gray-robed old man and the Taoist in the sky above are fighting!

"You still don't give up, you still dare to covet this plane!"

"Hey, this plane can only belong to me, you can't stop me today, I'm not sure, how can I show up."

A sentence of words, accompanied by the momentum of the surging wind and clouds, it was like two stars rising in mid-air, one white and one blue colliding with each other, and the diffuse air pressure seemed to sweep the entire sky.

However, there seems to be an invisible barrier, and the aftermath of these qi energy has not affected the Shaolin below.

Everyone looked at the sky in astonishment, and few people noticed that Zhu ignored and rushed towards here with people.

Seeing him throw out a rag pocket, a large wave of people poured out of it, occupying a large area around him in an instant.

They are all elite forbidden troops of the Ming Dynasty, with at least two or three thousand people.

"Kill me! Don't let go of any of the people here! Zhu ignored the mouth and spit out a cold and ruthless word.