"The real people and disciples of all factions have gone up the mountain one after another last night, what kind of sect do the three Daoist brothers have, why are they late?"

I was afraid that Zhang Zhongjian's voice was too familiar, and Xinya heard that it was a female voice, so I turned around and made a joke, pretending to be the first to reply: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe three of us are disciples of Nanchang Wujiguan, and we were delayed yesterday, and we just rushed to Longhu Mountain today, and we also looked at Brother Haihan. ”

Zhang Baichuan looked us up and down, as if he wanted to see through us.

I complained bitterly in my heart, although this Wuji view does exist in Nanchang, it is not that I fabricate it out of thin air, but that is also because I remembered it at a glance when I was traveling there, if this Baichuan asked me the name of the abbot, I really couldn't answer, and I could only break through at that time.

Zhang Zhongjian saw that Zhang Baichuan was silent, and thought that his identity had been revealed, and he was about to accumulate Zhenqi to make a move, but he heard Zhang Baichuan smile and said: "The Jing'an Zhenren of Guiguan has already brought fifteen disciples to the school field, three of you, please go in quickly." Even if the demons are rampant in the world, there are always people who insist on justice, but they are just waiting for the situation. ”

The last sentence was very low and a little inexplicable.

We were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly we felt warm in our hearts, and it seemed that there was still justice and justice in the world.

When I came to the venue, I saw the heads of each faction sitting on the rostrum in several rows, the first row was the thirteen heads, and the back were the real abbots of other small and medium-sized Taoist temples.

Thousands of Daomen disciples sat in front of the rostrum, looking up at the platform.

However, when our eyes stopped on the first row of the rostrum, we couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Yu should have died, but why did he sit there in a good manner?

Wasn't he the one who died that day? Or is this one fake?

I only heard a middle-aged man who looked white and chubby say loudly on the stage: "...... After the discussion of all the heads, abbots and real people present, Zhang Yu, the head of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, was unanimously elected as the leader of the Jiangxi Daomeng League, and the general leader of all the Daomen temples in Jiangxi. And in the future, he jointly elected Zhang Zhangmen to the government to take over the post of chairman of the Jiangxi Daomen Association, and immediately ......"

Zhang Yu stood up from his seat and was about to say a few words of humility, but he heard me shouting violently in the audience: "You traitor who killed his brother to seize the throne and colluded with demons, you are also worthy of being the leader of the Dao Alliance!" ”

He shot two lightning-like glances at me, as if he didn't expect me to be here, and pointed at me with the halberd in his right hand and said, "This person is the murderer of my eldest brother Zhang Moran, the White Dragon Gate Onmyoji Li Zheng!" What are the elders still sitting there doing? Don't hurry up and take him down! ”

Among the elders of the Heavenly Master Mansion, the Wuyue Hall masters who belong to Zhang Yu's family are all at the main gate, and the Wulei Hall masters present belong to Zhang Moran's family, and they have been fighting openly and secretly for decades, can they still not know Zhang Yu's character? It's just that at that time, it seemed that the human and physical evidence was conclusive, but now that I see Zhang Zhongjian and I standing together, I understand a little bit in my heart at the moment, and I have watched from the wall.

The other abbots were also confused, and there were even more gloating, watching the excitement from the sidelines.

Seeing this, I laughed: "Zhang Yu! No, you fake Zhang Yu! When the Yuxuguan Brigade attacked the mountain that day, I, Li Zheng, were fighting for the Heavenly Master's Mansion, where were you at that time? You said that I killed Zhang, do you have any evidence? ”

"Of course there is evidence, I am a witness." Mrs. Zhang walked out slowly from behind the audience, she hadn't seen her for a few days, she seemed to be a little plump, adding more style, where did she look like a widow who had just died of her husband?

I sneered: "I don't know what kind of collusion you have with Zhang Yu and the others in private. You said I killed Zhang, but have you ever seen it with your own eyes? ”

Mrs. Zhang said: "Naturally, I saw it with my own eyes. That night, not only me, but also many elders and disciples present, all of whom saw you standing beside Mo Ran's corpse with a bloody short knife. In vain my husband trusts you so much, you wolf-hearted thing, and you killed him because he refused to pass on the position of head to you......" At this, he whimpered.

The world sympathizes with the weak, at least the weak who appear to be weak.

Seeing Mrs. Zhang crying with pear blossoms and rain, everyone couldn't help but believe it again, and thousands of disciples in the audience phalanx stood up one after another, intercepting our retreat, and constantly denouncing in their mouths.

A sly smile flashed across Zhang Yu's face, and he ordered, "Where are the disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion?" Don't take down this murderer who killed the head of the family! Zhang Zhongjian, let me ask you, do you abandon the darkness and turn to the light, or are you obsessed? ”

Zhang Zhongjian sneered: "You don't have to talk any more, sooner or later I will unmask you and see what you really are." ”

"Zhang Yu" stopped talking, and with a wave of his big hand, thousands of disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion poured out from both sides, and they were ordered to surround us.

There were no less than two thousand disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion present, and the elders didn't expect that more than half of them were already Zhang Yu's henchmen, and they looked sideways at the moment, with a slight suspicion in their eyes.

"Zhang Yu" didn't pay attention to them, but smiled faintly: "Since ancient times, killing people has paid for their lives, and whoever can get the heads of Li Zheng and Zhang Zhongjian is the new chief deacon of the Heavenly Master's Mansion." ”

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd was in an uproar.

This position of archdeacon is extremely noble in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, above all the elders, and second only to the position of the head of the sect.

"Zhang Yu" is so bloodless, obviously he wants to put us to death.

The face of the elder of the Five Thunder Hall changed, and he was about to speak out against it, but a group of disciples had already killed us, and some other Taoist disciples who had already thrown themselves into "Zhang Yu" also used magic weapons to face each other.

We are facing at least 1,500 people, and even if Zhang Zhongjian and I have the power to reach the sky, I am afraid that we will not be able to escape death in the end.

I didn't expect the result to be like this, I regretted taking Xinya up the mountain with me, and I don't know what happened to Zhang Xiaofan after breaking off at the bottom of the mountain.

With a sigh in my heart, I picked up the lightning strike wood and smashed it into the head of a disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, knocking him unconscious.

Zhang Zhongjian roared angrily, and visualized a five-clawed golden dragon, surrounding the three of us in the center.

When the disciples' magic weapons hit the dragon scales, they made a clanging metal sound as if they had touched a real thing, and some of the weapons that were not very reliable even broke immediately.

Zhang Zhongjian is the leader of the younger generation of disciples of the Daomen, and what he has learned in his life has been taught by his teacher Zhang Moran, this method of visualizing the golden dragon is something that other disciples of the same generation can never learn, and he can only stare at the moment.

"The method of mere visualization can also make thousands of disciples stagnant, is there no successor to the Heavenly Master's Mansion?" Yunhe Zhenren, the abbot of Yuxuguan, let out a long roar, his body stood up from the table, his white clothes fluttered, and he fell into the hall like a flying crane, and the long sword on his back came out of his sheath, and he picked up a sword qi that was enough to embrace all rivers, and wrapped the golden dragon in it all day long. (To be continued.) )