Chapter 210 Human Flesh Tea Bag

As soon as these words came out, the Corpse King and the one who smiled at me threw their eyes into the air, although I couldn't see their faces, but I knew that they were just as confused as I was.

The old man seemed to know something, and with Fang Laojiu and the two of them laughing, they were so happy and hilarious.

Suddenly, the attention of several people shifted to me, which made me embarrassed. Carefully recalling Fang Laojiu's words, this is something to say.

I don't agree with the fact that buddies have a woman.,I'm single so far.,Why haven't I met the beautiful princess in my heart?,Wen Jing's Nizi is okay.,She's just talking about good feelings.,It's not the so-called like.。

The Corpse King was not so happy, he looked at me very sadly, I couldn't see the Corpse King's eyes, but when he looked at me, there was a strong sense of shock, that kind of cool feeling from feet to head.

"What did the predecessor say? How is it? ”

"Heaven must not be divulged."

The corpse king then asked Fang Laojiu again, the old guy who is a little bit inch-inch, and he has made a name for himself, the heavenly machine must not be revealed, doesn't it mean that he didn't say it for a long time?

After a long day, the corpse king was estimated to be speechless enough, just asking a question, the old man and Fang Laojiu laughed wildly, and left a question mark. After that, the Corpse King stopped talking.

After about ten minutes, almost every chair mountain in the small square of Noda was filled with people, and there was even no place.

I guess it's time for everyone to arrive, and the person presiding over the meeting also came, and was surrounded by a group of old men in purple robes and walked out, because there were so many people, I couldn't see it very clearly at all, and it seemed that I couldn't see anyone.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, the head of Maoshan is not a trip to Maoshan for nothing.

One after another, several Taoist priests wearing purple robes sat down at the table in front of them, and there was a person in the middle with their heads held high.

When I saw it, I was not only startled, but also wearing a purple robe, and this person was not an old man I imagined, a chivalrous man, but a young man in his twenties, white and clean, but his hair was a little weird.

There is no ordinary person's black hair, but a flowing silver hair, fluttering with the movements, the silver hair is fluttering.

It really surprised me, is this the head of Maoshan? A young man in his early twenties, with non-mainstream hair, no one would believe it.

It's not that I don't believe it, some of the people present saw it, and they also made a disbelieving voice, whispering something below.

"Please be quiet, and now please ask our head of Maoshan Ye to speak."

At this time, when we first came, the old Taoist priest we met at the entrance seemed to be presided over by him.

"Please be quiet, this year's Demon Hunter Conference is different from previous years, please be quiet, please be quiet."

It's just that the influence of this old way is still not enough, and the people below are still talking quietly or loudly, and they don't want to be quiet.

Even the voices of the people below almost covered the voice of the old man, and the angry old man's face was so red that he couldn't get off the stage at all.

"Could it be that the Demon Hunter Conferences of the past years are just like the chatter of the predecessors today?"

Finally, the head couldn't help it, suddenly stood up, and said coldly, it didn't sound loud, but it was very clear and clear.

As soon as the head spoke, the following suddenly quieted down, and it stands to reason that he is also the head of a faction, and his speech is more effective than that old way, and he can't get off the stage.

However, Lao Dao still continued under pressure, "Ladies and gentlemen, this Demon Hunter Conference is different from previous years, I hope everyone will cooperate and calm down." Leaving aside the rest, what I'm going to talk about next is related to the peace of some places.

I hope you listen carefully, this matter is caused by many factors, according to the report of my Maoshan Difu spies some time ago, the eighteenth layer of hell has been disturbed, and some forbidden mouths have been broken, and it is still impossible to count how many things run out of the eighteenth layer of hell, what is it?

Our Demon Hunter Conference this time is entrusted by the underworld, hoping that we can do what we can in the yang world, and this is also for our own good.

Therefore, Master Ye urgently summoned everyone, you can choose to stay or choose to leave, we will not force it, but we still advocate that we work together to resolve this crisis together.

Okay, I'm done talking, and I'm going to invite our Ye Master to speak. ”

Crackling Lao Dao said a lot, tired enough, he did it on the ground, and replaced the head of Ye to speak.

Although this Ye boss is very young, his demeanor is full of maturity and stability. The appearance of the majestic is also a bit like a big man.

"Just now, the Great Elder has already said the general thing, the specific matter needs to be kept secret for the time being, the seniors who are willing to stay will wait in the Sanqing Hall after the banquet, and the seniors who are not willing to stay can leave by themselves after the banquet."

Boom, after Master Ye finished speaking, most of the people below got up and left their seats, looking like they were leaving.

I know, these people who got up and left, they don't want to get into this little trouble, who wants to be nosy, and it's still a bit of a dangerous thing, most of these fellow people rely on craftsmanship to eat, more things are better than less things, banquets, I guess this is all leaving, not eating banquets.

And I have been quietly observing, the old man, Fang Laojiu and the corpse king, all sat quietly, without any reaction, needless to say, this time we will definitely stay.

In half an hour, the people in the square walked seventy-seven, eighty-eight, and there were less than thirty people left, including us, less than thirty people, and the hundreds of people just now, just half an hour, all left.

Ye Zhangmen, who had been sitting in front, closed his eyes since he finished speaking, and he didn't open his eyes, but the so-called Great Elder, who was not sitting or standing, was like sitting on felt, sweating profusely in the winter.

After a few more minutes, plus our group, the rest, about twenty-five, never left their seats again, and all sat peacefully, motionless.

"Ye, thank you seniors, on behalf of Maoshan, thank you for the seniors who can stay." When he was almost gone, Master Ye finally spoke again, revealing true feelings and sincerity in his words, without any false meaning.

A slightly chubby middle-aged man sitting at the front hurriedly got up, "Master Ye is serious, although we are not very powerful, but we have no obligation to wait for this disaster in the world." ”

"Then that, let's start the feast first, and after the feast, we will talk about this matter in detail."

The Great Elder let out a heavy breath, his old face drooped, and he said unwillingly.