"Clever words, tea. ”

Xia Yanyu sat down slowly, gave an order to Lin Qiaoyan, who had just come to the Ningxin Palace, and then exchanged glances with Qingzheng and Su Daiyu, and fell silent.

Qingzheng and Su Daiyu understood, turned around and wanted to leave the hall, to inform Fang Zhile and Guo Xiang, and make all preparations, but they didn't expect a faint laughter to suddenly sound, "Hey, these two are Senior Sister Qingzheng and Senior Sister Su?"

Xia Yanyu frowned, how could this damn guy insert a kick at this time, it was not easy to refute, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Senior Brother Qin Shuang has good eyesight, second senior sister, third senior sister, come in and meet Senior Brother Qin Shuang, who has superb swordsmanship from the Qingcheng faction." ”

Qing Zheng and Su Dai responded, and both walked into the Ning Xin Palace, at this time-

"The Kunlun faction received the funeral sticker, and the Huikong master of the Wengui faction passed away unfortunately, and Nie Yuanchao and the senior sister and brother of Hongshihua came to mourn on behalf of the faction......" The two mixed voices of men and women resounded, and they also spread throughout the entire Dae Mountain, and the echoes were endless for a while.

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"Here it is again, counting this Kongtong faction, plus the previous one, there are six major factions. Sitting on the eaves, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, the sound from the bottom of Dae Mountain kept coming from the ears in his ears, Guo Xiang smiled lightly, fresh and refined, "Now only the Wudang faction and the Shaolin faction are not here." ”

"The two strongest factions in the rivers and lakes have not come for a long time, and they must put on a good shelf. Fang Zhile shook his head and smiled, not surprised by this.

How do you come to that saying, the hero always appears at the last moment.

What's more, the two major factions of Shaolin and Wudang, one is the boss of Buddhism, and the other is Taoist orthodoxy, so it is natural to have to work hard to save face later.

It's a pity that there is no music and glass lamps in this world, otherwise make a scene, a lightning bolt, and the two major factions will appear on the stage, the Wudang faction is wearing Taoist robes, and the Shaolin faction is bald, wearing monk's robes, and holding an iron rod in his hand, the picture must look very emotional.

Fang Zhile reverie again and again, not forgetting to snicker a few times, obviously satisfied with his unbridled imagination.

"Amitabha, I heard that Master Huikong passed away unfortunately, and the old man deeply regretted it, and came to remember. A gentle chanting of Buddha suddenly sounded from the foot of Da'e Mountain, resounding throughout Emei Mountain.

In an instant, the sky was shrouded in golden light, peaceful, and bursts of Sanskrit sound echoed.

"Shaolin faction!"

Fang Zhile raised his head and looked at the golden light flashing in the air, and his heart shook, "The monks can't make the vision appear after a hundred years of practice, which senior monk of the Shaolin sect is here?

Dignitary!

This must be a high monk!

And it's also a peerless kind of monk!!

Otherwise, how can you manifest a vision of golden light, accompanied by Sanskrit sounds?

Although Fang Zhile has just arrived in this Jianghu not long ago, he has also heard of some things about the Taoists, including the Shaolin Temple.

Do good deeds all your life, be merciful to others, and be neither bitter nor sad.

One thought of the flowers of heaven blooming, and the other thought of the good fruits of hell.

Cultivate a thousand causes, plant a thousand causes, obtain a thousand portions, and recycle all kinds of fruits.

Only monks who have cultivated the Buddha to a certain level, have good thoughts in their hearts, and purify all sentient beings, can they make the golden wheel condense behind themselves and manifest the golden light array.

And when it comes to the realm of golden light manifestation, Fang Zhile thinks that even if it is not as good as the realm of Zen Master Dharma, the originator of Shaolin, it is not far behind.

Unexpectedly, among the Shaolin faction who came this time, there were actually monks with golden light visions manifesting, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds echoed.

Doesn't it mean that the Emei faction has really suffered a catastrophe this time?

Fang Zhile was shocked.

I was already prepared for everything, but I didn't expect to underestimate this master in the rivers and lakes.

Careless again.

However, thinking that he had a lot of hole cards, especially the killer feature, Fang Zhile breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed slightly, and stretched out the hand that secretly clenched the flying knife in his arms.

It's so nervous!

I must have been too nervous to scare myself just now. And even if it ran into an iron plate, what could it do? This high monk had never expected it before.

Now, you can only take one step at a time and adapt to the situation.

"The Shaolin faction is here, and the last Wudang faction should also come, the Wudang faction ......"

Zhang San is crazy.

As soon as Fang Zhile remembered that Zhang Sanmad went back to form a gang and wanted to come over to support the field, he felt a little crying and laughing, this guy is not a quiet master, and he doesn't know what kind of helper he will bring, and what kind of surprise he will bring to himself.

"Huh, Brother Fang, the rabbit cubs of the Wudang Sect are here. Suddenly, Guo Xiang chuckled.

Fang Zhile was surprised, looked at Da'e Mountain, but didn't see half a figure, nor did he hear the voice of the Wudang faction, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "How does Miss Guo know?"

Guo Xiang smiled lightly and pointed to the east, which was on Mount Emei Er'e, "You look carefully, are there a few black spots there?"

"Yes, is that what it is?"

"Haha, guessed right, Zhang Sanmad's master has some relationship with the little woman's ancestor, so this girl knows the spleen surname of the kid who is crazy well. Guo Xiang smiled at Fang Zhile, stood up, and jumped forward lightly, "Brother Fang, since the Wudang faction has also arrived, we might as well go and join in the fun, maybe there will be a surprise." ”

"Join in the fun?" Fang Zhile shook his head and smiled.

This chick is not a quiet lord, but it suits my appetite, hehe, smashing the field and beating people or something, Lao Tzu likes it the most.

As for what Guo Xiang said about Master Zhang Sanmad, if he didn't guess wrong, it was Jueyuan, who was born in Shaolin.

Origin...... The Second Huashan Discussion on the Sword......

Some pictures flashed in his mind, Fang Zhile smiled slightly, didn't think much about it, flashed and jumped, and then walked slowly towards Ning Xin Hall with Guo Xiang.

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Hall of Tranquility.

The guest seats in the hall were already full of representatives of the seven major factions, and they just swept over at a glance, and most of them were young talents.

Among the seven major factions, in addition to the Shaolin faction, the Huashan faction and the Diancang faction, all of which are led by the older generation, the rest such as the Kunlun faction, the Kongtong faction, the Qingcheng faction and the Hengshan faction, of course, and the Wudang faction that has not yet arrived, are all led by the younger generation of amazing geniuses or demons.

In fact, it is a youth version of the martial arts conference.

The scope is narrowed down, and it is a meeting of nine factions.

As for whether it will evolve into a 'Hongmen Banquet' in the end, no one knows for the time being, but judging from the current quiet situation, the Hongmen Banquet will not be touched, and the staring banquet and a war of words will definitely be inevitable.

Except for the Shaolin faction and the Huashan faction sitting in the high hall, some young talents of the other five major factions are looking at each other unpleasantly, gritting their teeth and wanting to start a war immediately.

Fang Zhile, who had already come to the Ningxin Palace, peeked at this scene, and was immediately happy, hehe, let's fight, it's best to have a civil war first, so that Lao Tzu can save a little effort.

Guo Xiang saw Fang Zhile's eyebrows and smile, his heart moved, he became a little interested, and just wanted to ask the other party what he was thinking, when there was a sudden sound of beating outside the hall, which was the sound of wooden bamboo sticks hitting bowls and bowls and stone floors.

"Choking Ding Ding Ding ......"

"Trembling ......"

The shouting and begging for money then sounded, and outside the hall, a beggar with ragged clothes, unkempt hair, and a withered face walked in one after another, each holding a wooden stick in his hand.

Among them, walking in the front is a beggar with seven bags, tall, broad shoulders, a somewhat dark face, a square face, obviously the highest seniority, after entering the Ningxin Palace, he bowed to Xia Yanyu, who was sitting in the first seat, "The beggar gang Xishu branch helmsman Chen Yanxiang, Su Yanggui faction justice, I heard that Huikong Master is too round, and the gang leader specially ordered me to come." Don't worry, little girl, no one dares to touch you. ”

Chen Yanxiang grinned, waved his hand to signal Xia Yanyu not to get up to greet him, and sat on the side, ignoring everyone's eyes.

Many beggars then rushed behind Chen Yanxiang and sat down one after another, occupying a corner for a while.

And among these many beggars, there was a young beggar with unkempt hair and no inconspicuous hair, who was raising his head, his eyes wandering among the various factions, as if he was looking for something, and when he saw Fang Zhile standing on the side of the main hall, he suddenly grinned and smiled very brightly.

Fang Zhile naturally saw him, and even more saw the smile he revealed, his heart moved, and the scene he met that day suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as the young man waving his arm behind him, showing such a bright smile, "My name is Hong Qi, and I am a registered disciple of the Beggar Gang......"

"Hong Qi ......"

Fang Zhile muttered, and also returned with a bright smile.

The arrival of the beggars and Hong Qi was really unexpected, especially when they heard that Chen Yanxiang came to help, it was even more of a surprise.

In this world where people take pleasure in falling into the well, it is difficult to find friends who do not do such a thing as adding fuel to the fire, let alone send charcoal in the snow? It is even more difficult.

Of course, the beggars count as one.

But in addition to the beggar gang, how many of the other sects came to see the excitement, and how many of them planned to fall into the well?

Fang Zhile didn't bother to look at other sects, but he would be the head of the Emei faction in the future, these guys in front of him were all fierce rivals, anyway, when they met, it didn't matter if they looked more or less.

He was pleasantly surprised by the arrival of the beggar gang, but the reactions of the other sects were different, and the eyes of disdain, disdain, surprise, surprise, and astonishment all converged on the many beggars, and they were silent for a while.

Xia Yanyu smiled, sat in the first seat, looked at the beggars and the others, and a lot of emotion surged in her heart.

Unexpectedly, in the most difficult time of this faction, it was many beggars who stretched out their hands to pull themselves, if they can survive this hurdle, they must repay the beggars in the future.

But she also knows that now is not the time to be grateful, and the real big war is after the calm.

However, in the next moment, a numbly chuckle suddenly came from outside the hall, echoing throughout the Ningxin Palace, shaking everyone's eardrums and buzzing.

"Haha, have all the nine major factions arrived? The old nun of Huikong is dead, how can such a big thing be without my 'Wanhua Palace'?"

"Ten Thousand Flower Palace?"

Hearing these three words, everyone in the hall did not change color.

"Why did even the people from southern Xinjiang come here? and provoke this woman. Guo Xiangxiu frowned slightly and muttered quietly.

Fang Zhile was puzzled, "Wanhua Palace, Southern Xinjiang, what kind of force is that?"

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