As soon as several Dharma protectors discussed it like this, the atmosphere in the hall was rendered heavy, and everyone's palms were soaked with a trace of sweat.

At this moment, even Zhou Dong felt quite unquiet in his heart, full of nervousness, apprehension and extreme anticipation.

And just as everyone was talking, a dazzling white light suddenly bloomed on the hedron wall in front of them, and a noisy sound came out from the hedron soil and rushed straight into the main hall.

The white light flashed, and countless swaying figures appeared in the spars, with Leng Qiao and another Dharma protector as the center, and the figures crowded around swayed, showing that the responsible personnel sent by various sects to wait for the echo were all gathered in front of the City Lord's Mansion in the Yunqin Holy City. Each sect uses spiritual consciousness to transmit shadows, so the images transmitted back from the front of the reach often seem to be disturbed, and occasionally appear "Boom...... Ground distortion phenomenon.

In the picture, loud voices came from the front of the crowd, and one after another sects were called by name and called to the city lord's mansion to receive places.

Everyone in the temple saw that Leng Qiao and another Dharma protector were squeezing hard in front of the crowd, obviously not having read the name of Meishan yet, and Leng Qiao's face also showed a look of eagerness.

Feeling the restless atmosphere of the scene, the emotions of the people in the temple suddenly became nervous, and everyone's hearts were lifted, and they looked at the spar wall without blinking, feeling the anxiety and eagerness of the cold bridge protector at the scene.

And at this moment, in the lower corner of the spar wall picture, the figure of the blue and black robe of the Sun Dao suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision.

That kind of blue-black robe is the standard clothing of the Witch Cult.

The person in front of him suffered from a messy hair, a kind of raunchy casual appearance, and always had a kind of Chuan'er Langdang smile on his face, looking less like a strong man and an immortal, more like a ruffian gangster on the side of the street.

And this is such a person, but there is a powerful and terrifying sense of coercion.

Its true skill is even stronger than that of the cold bridge, and it reaches the middle stage of the tribulation.

The man next to him looked respectful.

In the crowd, the ruffian-looking strong man saw the figures of Leng Qiao and the two from a distance, and shouted at Leng Qiao with a strange smile in the crowd:

"Hey, isn't that my subordinate defeated, this kid is getting bolder and bigger, and he dares to run in front of Lao Tzu to hang around, not afraid that Lao Tzu will break his fart again?"

"Quack ......"

The two of them laughed together, and in the spar wall, everyone saw Leng Qiao's face turned white in an instant, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, Huo Ran clenched his fists tightly together, and the muscles and bones on his fists protruded like metal, obviously angry in his heart.

The two people squeezed unscrupulously around Leng Qiao, and while squeezing, the ruffian-looking strong man turned around and smiled at the people around him:

"Hey, it's weird, what is that old man from Lengqiao doing here on this occasion today?"

The man next to him reminded softly:

"Protector Jiang, today is the day when the Holy City will distribute the quota to enter the Reincarnation Valley, so they have to send someone over from Meishan. ”

"Yes, I know, I know that today is the Holy City to distribute quotas, but what does this have to do with their Meishan?"

"Quack ......"

The two laughed arrogantly again.

Leng Qiao heard the two of them so arrogant, and his eyebrows stood up:

"Jiang Wuliu, what do you mean by that?"

"Hehe, what do you mean? Don't you understand what Lao Tzu means? The fifth and sixth masters tell you, this time the five places, we have covered, there is nothing to do with your Meishan, you go back." ”

"Hmph, the tone is not small......"

Leng Qiao's thin figure stood in front of Jiang Wuliu, and he looked a little imposing, plus it turned out that he had a record of failure under this Jiang Wuliu, so he didn't seem to have the confidence to speak.

"Tone?"

Jiang Wuliu squinted his eyes and smiled, exhaled a long breath forward with his mouth, and then fanned his nose with his hand, sniffed hard, and then laughed and touched his stomach and said:

"Leng Qiao, you five or six masters have no tone, only confidence. Let me tell you Leng Qiao, what kind of thing do you Meishan dare to fight with us.

I'm letting you go back now for your own good, if you enter the city lord's mansion in a while, when you find that you haven't gotten a black horn ring, I'm afraid you Meishan won't even have time to cry at that time*......",

After Jiang Wuliu finished speaking with a smile, without waiting for Leng Qiao to speak with his eyebrows crossed, he suddenly squeezed forward, stretched a big head into the spar screen, and a big face was facing the Meishan people in the spar and laughed evilly:

"Meishan Ouye Sect Master, I know you can see it, I heard that you have two very talented chicks in Meishan, and I am more interested. Ouyemen master, if you can set up those two girls for me, ***, I will be the master of our sect leader, and give you a place for nothing, how about it, you are still a good deal for this deal......"

The enmity between the Wu Sect and Meishan has long been revealed, and Jiang Wuliu does not leave any morality in the face of all the high-level leaders of Meishan, anyway, the two families are no longer you scolding me, I am scolding you.

When Jiang Wuliuwang said this, Ning Rui and Fu Yiling's faces turned pale, their bodies trembled, and there was an uproar in the hall.

With a "bang", the fine mother copper jade in Zhou's hand was pinched and crushed, and the tea inside splashed him.

The muscles on Zhou Dong's face were hideous.

"I will kill this thief!"

Ou Yeqing was furious, and suddenly faintly felt that Zhou Dong's body exuded an extremely condensed and terrifying murderous aura, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, and Ou Yeqing groaned in his heart:

"Zhou Dong, this kid, it's not simple. ”

"Wu Ming Sect, the thirty-sixth courtyard of Meishan, please send two sects into the mansion. ”

Another clear voice far suppressed the restlessness of the crowd and reached everyone's ears.

Hearing this, that Jiang Wuliu retracted his big head from the picture, laughed and kicked past Leng Qiao, who was pale, and squeezed forward first. When squeezing past Leng Qiao's side, Jiang Wuliu smiled and whispered:

"Leng Lao'er, if I were you, I would never follow in, lest time come to see me include all five places for you to bring shame on yourself, hahaha......"

Behind Jiang Wuliu, Leng Qiaoqi's deep body trembled, and he couldn't speak as he pointed at the ruffian's back with trembling hands.

"Alas......"

Ou Yeqing in the main hall sighed secretly.

He knows that no one is perfect. The cold bridge is successful, but the mountain is insufficient. Lao Cheng is dignified and has a high prestige, but in the fight with others, especially in the mouth, others can make him angry to death, and he doesn't know what to say if he is in a hurry. This can be regarded as a weakness of Meishan's chief protector.

Looking at the Jiang Wuliu scolding at the scene, he was all comfortable, but Leng Qiao was so angry that he was only trembling, everyone in Meishan was about to die, and they stomped their feet in a hurry because Leng Qiao's words couldn't keep up.

Four people from two sects walked through the crowd towards the inner house.

Leng Qiao was trembling with anger.

The City Lord's Mansion of Yunqin Holy City is the place where the scattered immortals live, Zhou Dong originally thought that it would be extremely luxurious, but from what he saw on the way through the cold bridge, Zhou Dong found that the City Lord's Mansion was far different from what he imagined, and the simplicity of the bluestone slab buildings everywhere along the way was bright and simple, faintly revealing a majestic style.

Walk through a porter and into a small, spacious and tidy hall.

Leng Qiao's eyes froze, and he hurriedly stepped into the gate, and at this time, that Jiang Wuliu suddenly shouted next to him:

"Stop!"

"Huh?"

Leng Qiao was stunned for a moment, didn't know what to mean, turned his head to look at Jiang Wuliu, and saw Jiang Wuliu grinning and stepping in front of Leng Qiao and rushing straight in.

"Idiots follow me and eat fart!"

Jiang Wuliuyi was quite vulgar and obscene in his speech, and Leng Qiao was teased by others three times and twice, and he was about to be stupid again.

Everyone in Meishan was angry when they saw this scene on the spar wall, their eyes were red, and their foreheads were even about to emit green smoke, and everyone felt that they couldn't vent out of their hearts.

This cold protector is also too weak, and Zhou Dong really wants to step forward and drag back the cold old man who has such a wooden tongue and can't keep up with the form.

"It's stupid!"

Zhou Dong scolded hatefully in his heart.

"Wu Ming Sect Jiang Wuliu and Ren Quanhai saw the immortals, and came to receive the Black Horn Ring. “

"Meishan Cold Bridge, ascetic see Shangxian, and come to receive the Black Horn Ring. “

After the four entered the house, they reported aloud.

Behind a book case in the small hall, an old man in green clothes sat down indifferently and nodded slightly to the four of them. ,

Seeing this old man on the spar wall, Zhou Dong's eyes instantly condensed, and a solemn meaning arose in his heart.

The old man raised his head slightly, his eyes were clear and terrifying, and his gaze seemed to pierce people's hearts like sharp lightning.

Regarding the level of this old man's skill, Zhou Dong felt that he couldn't see clearly.

The old man in Tsing Yi first took out a black horn jade and box from behind the table, gently put it on the table, and said lightly:

"This is the quota of the Witch Sect, Jiang Wuliu, you can take it!"

"Yes, Immortal. ”

Jiang Wuliu rubbed his hands on his clothes twice, walked up with a ruffian look, and took the black horn jade box in his hand.

Jiang Wuliu had already experienced such a scene many times, and he knew that those scattered immortals in the City Lord's Mansion were not too disdainful of ordinary things, whether you were respectful to them or not, people would not pay too much attention to you.

Therefore, even if the old man behind the table was at the scene, Jiang Wuliu was not too restrained.

He smiled evilly and steadily took the black horn jade box in his hand and checked it, and at this moment, all the high-ranking members of the two sects of Meishan and the Wuming Sect held their breath.

The results are about to come out, and this moment is so nervous that Zhou Dong can't help but sweat in his palms, and he can't help but raise his heart to his throat.

In the end, how many black horn rings can be issued in it means that the Wu Ming Sect is about to get a few places, and all of this is too important for Meishan and Zhou Dong.

This is related to the question of whether Zhou Dong can pass smoothly after so many years of travel, and at the final pass.

If the jade box in front of him suddenly opened five black horn rings, then it means that all Zhou Dong's previous efforts have been turned into water, all his hardships along the way have become jokes, and everything he has paid has no meaning.

No one knows if the Witch Sect has any other backers, and no one can guess how many Black Horn Rings the Witch Sect will get, and for a while there was only a "bang" heartbeat in the hall, and the cold sweat on Zhou Dong's forehead flowed down.

Ning Rui carefully took out a juan pa and gently wiped the sweat from Zhou Dong's forehead, but Zhou Dong didn't realize it, his eyes were just firmly fixed on the soil of the spar picture opposite.

Jiang Wuliu seemed extremely determined at this moment, he was not in a hurry to open the black horn jade box, but turned around and walked to Leng Qiao with him, and asked provocatively with the jade box:

"Leng Qiao, do you guess there will be a few black horn rings in it?"

Looking at Jiang Wuliu's determined demeanor, Leng Qiao was faintly beating a drum in his heart. A large part of the information he had collected in the past year was only based on speculation, and he really didn't have much confidence in his heart about how powerful the Witch Cult was.

Jiang Wuliu shouted arrogantly in front of him, Leng Qiao felt his heart tighten for a while, and his eyes narrowed.

Leng Qiao slowed down his tone in a relaxed voice, pursed his lips disdainfully, and said:

"If there are a few, I guess the most is ......"

"Shut up!"

As soon as Leng Qiao was halfway through, Jiang Wuliu arrogantly pointed at Leng Qiao's nose and shouted.

After shouting, Jiang Wuliu laughed wildly and said:

"Leng Qiao, I said let you guess, do you think I really let you guess? Idiot, I'm demonstrating to you, can't you see it?"

This sentence made Leng Qiao tremble again and couldn't speak, and his face turned iron blue again.

Everyone in Meishan is about to explode at the moment, and they are about to go crazy, Leng Qiao's mouth is too hard to keep up, so many people in Meishan are angry, and everyone is extremely dissatisfied with Leng Qiao.

Jiang Wuliu laughed wildly and shouted again:

"Idiot Leng Lao'er, isn't the result obvious, our Wu Ming Sect has a fifth-level grandmaster, what are you fighting for in Meishan, how many black horn rings are in this box, do you still need to guess, if it's not five, then it's called hell." Hahaha......"

Jiang Wuliu smiled wildly and stretched out a hand, and opened the box violently with a "snap" in front of Leng Qiao.

"Haha, look...... Uh, what?"

As Jiang Wuliu opened the box, countless eyes stared at the box in unison, and everyone saw it at once, in that box, neatly arranged. Two Black Horn Rings.

"Two?"

Jiang Wuliu was stupid for an instant, choking in his chest in the middle of laughing, and the whole person couldn't react at all, and was stunned.

Leng Qiao saw that Jiang Wuliu was so arrogant and arrogant for a long time, and what he was counting on was only the fifth-level grandmaster in their sect, and there was no new way to hide it, not at all, it did not exceed the estimation of several parties on them, Leng Qiao was happy.

That Jiang Wuliu was so arrogant, but in the end he only got two black horn rings, looking at Jiang Wuliu's iron-blue face, Leng Qiao couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and burst into a wild laugh.

In the midst of laughter, Leng Qiao squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Two **!"

Leng Qiao finally seized the opportunity to scold back fiercely.

And the outbreak of Lengqiao at this moment finally completely vented the emotions, and everyone in Meishan suddenly felt cool to the bones, "roared", and the cheers that rushed to the sky resounded in the hall in an instant.

Looking at that Jiang Wuliu's stupid appearance as if he had been struck by lightning, everyone was about to go crazy. [This text is provided by]