The autumn wind does not stop, its sound is sorrowful, there are occasional broken branches, supplemented by one or two streams flowing, disturbing the hearts of everyone under the moon.

As for why the black light crossed the night sky, after listening to Zhou Zong's words just now, everyone's hearts were clear.

Qiu Fang clenched his fists, his lips were tightly closed, and his clear eyes stared at the air vigilantly, the strongest opponent he had ever met was Feng Zheng, who had an insurmountable gap between Dao Xing and himself, if it weren't for Ah Yu's efforts, coupled with the power of Li Changfeng's sword and Xuanxiao's nine thunder pupils, I am afraid that he would have died on the high platform of the Mo Sect.

"Hello Master Zhou!"

The sound came before the person, and then a dignified Feng Zheng appeared, Qiu Fang looked sideways, only to feel that this Mo Sect Sect Master had a deep outline, and there was a certain kind of sharpness hidden in his eyes that was difficult to detect, and there was obviously a half-point smile on his face, but it made people feel extremely powerful, and there was a faint discomfort that could not be explained.

It's just that there are a few strands of gray hair hidden in his sideburns, and there are more after all.

Zhou Zong smiled indifferently, bowed back, and then fell silent, as if he had withdrawn from the center of the stage of tonight's game.

Qiu Fang glanced at the people in the East Pole Gate, Xiong Junqi's face was still as cold as frost, and he couldn't see anything else. However, He Wangshu's expression was a little more playful, and after carefully tasting the words of Zhou Zong and the golden-faced man in black just now, it seems that whether it is Zhou Zong or He Wangshu, there must be someone who notified Feng Zheng in advance of the arrival.

But how did they know that the golden-faced man in black would be here?

Qiu Fang muttered in his heart, there were 10,000 things in his mind that he couldn't understand, although the uncles were not shallow-minded, but they were not fortune tellers, this golden-faced man in black came by coincidence, after all, there was still some time before Ah Yu broke through, how could he be in the calculations of the uncles.

Before Qiu Fang could figure out this question, someone interrupted his train of thought.

Feng Zheng's gaze swept coldly over the young man, and he seemed to know that tonight was not a good time to mention Qiu Fang, so he pointed directly at the golden-faced man in black: "Your Excellency, we meet again."

The golden-faced black-clothed man smiled coldly and said, "Wind Sect Master, don't come unharmed."

Perhaps because there were still everyone from the East Pole Gate present, especially Zhou Zong, a master who had been cultivating in the realm of the second type of people for a long time, the sneer of the golden-faced man in black did not sound as calm in the backyard of Mozong that day.

Feng Zheng nodded, his purpose was to grab food, so he didn't want to be polite with the golden-faced man in black, but everyone in the East Pole Gate was eyeing him on the side, and his own strength might be difficult to resist, so he felt that it was better not to make extraneous branches as much as possible, and after thinking about this section, he opened his mouth again and said, "Your Excellency came today, maybe for the same purpose as me?"

Seeing that the topic was on the right path, the golden-faced man in black snorted disdainfully, although his strength is not one of the best in the world, but he still deserves a few sentences, in his eyes, although Feng Zheng and Zhou Zong are both second types of people, but they feel that Zhou Zong is the unfathomable person.

After all, Qiufang's big trouble at the Demon Slayer Conference caused a storm in the city, and everyone knows that such a master as Feng Zheng can't handle a child of the fourth type of people, and he is somewhat down when he says it, so in the eyes of the golden-faced and black-clothed people, Feng Zheng is a head shorter than Zhou Zong.

"It's rare, the Wind Sect Master has a big battle with this son, it is the important news of the whole world, since the Wind Sect Master is not sick, he has some ability."

The people present, as long as they are not stupid, who will not hear that the golden-faced man in black is sneering at Feng Zheng, and he knows with his toes that Qiu Fang's ability is far inferior to Feng Zheng, but in this way, it is extremely responsive.

Feng Zheng's face turned pale, and the muscles in his face twitched, and the matter of the Deepavali Conference not only made his cooked duck fly, but also slapped him hard, making the reputation he was originally going to earn a laughing stock.

Zhou Zong knew that this matter was caused by the Qiu Fang, so he was naturally reluctant to lead the spearhead back to the East Pole Gate at this moment, so he just made a round and said, "Your Excellency still says that it is important to get down to business."

Feng Zheng ignored Zhou Zong's words, and just said coldly: "You don't have to worry about this matter, since you and I are here for the same thing today, we must have a plan."

"I broke into the Mo Sect that day, you couldn't help me, can you help me today?" The golden-faced man in black

said lightly, between the words, full of disbelief.

"Since I came, I came prepared, even though Your Excellency has a profound way, it is not so easy to succeed." Feng Zheng's words are extremely ruthless, and in the matter of Ah Yu, it seems to be not far behind.

It's also the case that the movement of the Deepavali Conference is so big that it makes Mo Zong lose face. Where the face is lost, it must be retrieved from, as long as Ah Yu is still in his hands, then the demon blood is still in his hands, even if it is greatly discounted from the original plan, but it is always a loss of face, no loss, it is not an unacceptable scene.

But if he completely loses the straw of Ah Yu, then Mozong will be a complete defeat this time, even if Feng Zheng knows that Zhou Zong notified him to come and play a troubled game, he has to face the golden-faced man in black head-on, because he can no longer accept a failure.

"Oh?" The golden-faced black-clothed man's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but ask rhetorically, and then continued, "If the Wind Sect Master has the ability, why didn't he take it out at the Demon Scalmill Conference that day?"

This choking sound made Feng Zheng feel quite uncomfortable, and he didn't refute it, let alone admit it, so he had to pretend to be calm, gritted his teeth and said, "Your Excellency has seen it, and you will know when a person who cultivates the truth likes to be able to do it."

"Master Zhou." The golden-faced man in black suddenly flicked his robe, turned his head slightly, and stared at Zhou Zong with a pair of deep pupils.

Zhou Zong raised his eyebrows slightly, and pretended to be puzzled and said, "What do you think?"

"This hand is really wonderful, I and the Wind Sect Master have a reason to do it, it seems that a fight is inevitable, I don't know how the Zhou Sect Master will deal with it at that time?"

The golden-faced man in black looked at Zhou Zong meaningfully, this sentence seemed to ask Zhou Zong, but it was to mention some wind and politics, and the implication was naturally that you and I both know that this is Zhou Zong's plan to bring disaster to the east, so why bother with the snipe and the clam to fight each other, so that the fisherman can benefit.

Zhou Zong smiled indifferently and said, "The dispute between Your Excellency and the Wind Sect Master is powerless, and I don't want to stir up the situation, but with the decision of the two of you, all I want is the safety of my disciples."

Zhou Zong didn't know that the other party was deliberately reminding Feng Zheng, but he was sure that the two of them would never retreat on Ah Yu, so he naturally had no fear, so he just said lightly, but there was an expression on his face that I didn't want to participate.

The golden-faced black-clothed man and Feng Zheng couldn't help but curse secretly in their hearts, Zhou Zong, the old fox, really can't be underestimated.

But after all, it was Zhou Zong who notified him to come, and Feng Zheng didn't want to say much, so he had to laugh dryly and said, "Then please ask Master Zhou to preside over a fair."

said that it was to uphold justice, but in fact, if Zhou Zong wanted to be a wall-to-wall watcher, he would honestly watch from the wall, and he would fight for a while, but don't think about intervening sideways, it would be despised.

Zhou Zong naturally understood the meaning of his words, but he just smiled slightly, took a step back, and arched his hand, "Two, please!"

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