This "short" spiritual-level young man with an arrogant attitude is the "reckless man" he met on the official road before and stopped his party. After a closer look again, Jiang Feng found that his law was a "wrought iron chain hammer", like a fake combat class, the grade was also excellent, but now he was only a spiritual-level cultivator, presumably delayed a lot by the poor situation of the Hanshan faction.

"Is that how you usually talk to your elders?"

"You are not from the Hanshan Sect, why should you be considered my elder. The young man's eyes were like copper bells, and his stubbornness spread wantonly on his dark face, and he did not show any signs of lack of courage because Jiang Feng was a Xuan-level cultivator.

It's a bit "reckless", Jiang Feng said in his heart.

"It's better to come to the Qianshan Sect, with your qualifications, there is more room for development. Knowing that it was a "stubborn stone", Jiang Feng still deliberately persuaded him, of course, he had his own purpose.

"Hmph, you'd better worry about the affairs of your own sect first. Dayi County co-governs, and I can try my luck with you when the time comes. ”

Co-governance?

What kind of new concept is this, compared to the information provided by Wan Xuanwei before, is it that things are developing in a worse direction? The reason why he tried to provoke the topic was to see that the other party was a hairy boy with a straight temper and who was not deeply involved in the world, and wanted to take the opportunity to obtain some information, but he did not expect to learn such astonishing news.

Huh?

The probability is not large, with this young man's city government, it is impossible to use false news to fight back against his solicitation, if so, the various acts on the official road of the Hanshan faction before will definitely not happen.

"Hahahaha, how could I agree to such a condition. Jiang Feng deliberately pretended to be "I already knew", but he thought of a countermeasure in his heart, "Lead the way!"

"I'm not called a teenager, my name is Meng Kun, Kunpeng's Kun!"

"Isn't that just a fish? ”

"It's not a fish, do you understand?"

............

"Thousand Thousand Pavilions" is located on a single peak more than ten miles away from the nameless courtyard. Although the thousand thousand is the imaginary finger, but the height of the hundred zhang is still there, the whole mountain peak shape is like a wide sharp blade that is obliquely inserted into the ice field, at the top of the not too flat and not too spacious, there is a courtyard that is quite elaborate in shape, it is "the pavilion of the thousand thousands".

The first meeting of the Seventh Alliance after the war was scheduled to be held here.

Winding all the way, several ground-level thoughts have been entangled in Jiang Feng's side, lingering. One of them was strong and supple, naturally from Xiao Buti, Jiang Feng invited the attendant, although he was not invited to accompany him, he would inevitably follow him and Meng Kun, and protect his safety at any time. The rest of the thoughts, whether coercive, or fierce, or secretive, or both, Jiang Feng and any of the seven alliances of the prefecture-level cultivators had never had a relationship, so he had no way of judging who the owner of these ideas was.

No matter the east, west, north and south winds, I will not move.

Jiang Feng was powerless to shake these thoughts, and the gap in cultivation could not be easily bridged, so he could only puff up his chest and move forward step by step by relying on the tenacious obsession in his heart.

The snow creaked under his feet, and the wind that almost cut through his skin became more and more urgent as the terrain rose. It is said that Tuoba Tu in order to promote the Dharma, mobilized most of the monks in the sect, and temporarily built this courtyard, which was originally to proclaim the prestige of the Hanshan faction, but it is a pity that the creation makes people, the Dharma will become an alliance, and the master will become a passerby, I don't know how he feels under the nine springs.

When Jiang Feng entered this warm pavilion, the atmosphere in the room was cold. Ignoring the scrutiny and probing of a group of strangers, Jiang Feng walked straight to his seat—the second last seat on the left-hand side, next to the seat of the Black Water Gate, which was still vacant now.

Qiu Bai Temple, Black Water Gate.

Jiang Feng had heard of the name of this prefecture-level cultivator, the master of the Black Water Gate, just as he had only heard of the names of the heads of the other sects and sects of the Seven Alliances, the two sides were strangers, even if they were "divine friends".

Today must be a day to increase knowledge and improve style, Jiang Feng's gaze penetrated and wrapped his strong thoughts, and looked to both sides.

The chief on the left - Zeng Baoxian, Chixiamen. Full of temperament, dressed in white, dressed as a scribe. Jiang Feng noticed that when he looked around, the other party also stayed on him for a moment, and then continued to shake the folding fan, leaning on the leather seat made of the white tiger in the snowfield, with a light face.

Zhou Bingyan, Tianli Gate, the name of the master of Tianli Gate is Zhou Zeli, this is mostly a certain prefecture-level elder, thin and small, his eyes are deep-set, and between his gestures, the yin aura is overflowing.

The word "Li" is the word dedicated to each head of Tianlimen, no matter what the name was before, after inheriting the position of the head, it needs to be changed to "so-and-so Li", correspondingly, everyone in the sect, from the elders to the layman, can not use the word "Li". This Zhou Bingyan is not young, his beard is white, most of them broke through the foundation and cultivated into the golden pill very late, he is different from Zeng Baoxian, he stared at Jiang Feng for a long time, and then the corners of his mouth wrinkled, and his face floated with disgust and contempt. He turned his head and whispered to Zeng Baoxian, who was sitting at the top, but Zeng Baoxian didn't look at him, as if the topic had nothing to do with him and the Asama Sect.

Su Liqing, Jincheng faction, compared with the previous two, Jiang Feng is "slightly familiar" with this person. The Assayama sect has built a special annex for foreign affairs activities in the Jincheng faction's Tianyou City, so there are occasional official correspondence, and this person has inherited the throne of the clan for ninety-three years, and if there are another five years, he can be regarded as the longest-reigning head in the history of the Jincheng faction.

This person cultivates as a prefecture-level sixth, and it is rumored that he is not good at fighting, and he lives in a deep widow and rarely makes friends with others. But he is good at formations and elixir techniques, and he is also one of the founders of the Seven Alliances Battle Array, so he has a transcendent status in the Seven Alliances. At the same time, because he has been in power for such a long time, the development of the Jincheng faction has been able to adhere to the consistent line of thought, steadily rise, and maintain the first position of the Seven Alliances Demon Sect and the second in strength for a long time. For the Seven Alliances war, the correct choice in the final stage also allowed it to successfully enter the victor's camp, paying very little and reaping the benefits.

Tsing Yi long shirt, slightly Confucian, white face beardless, if it weren't for a little crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, no one would have imagined that he had lived three hundred. A string of red coral prayer beads the size of a little finger on the wrist covers a tiny black spot, which is said to have been passed down by the ancestors of the Su family to this day.

However, there are some different interpretations of this legend in the chronicles. Black spots are actually a harmless companion monster, just to increase the mystery and legitimacy of the inheritance of the head of the family, after all, the head of the Jincheng faction, after six generations, has not been in the hands of others, but in the Su family, even only in the Su Liqing lineage to this day.

But Su Liqing is rumored to have his own troubles, he has no male heirs, only six daughters, so the position of head behind him will most likely fall next to his family.

Su Liqing bowed slightly to himself, as a neighbor of the Qianshan Sect, although he did not have many ordinary contacts, he had never committed any crimes, and he could be regarded as a "good neighbor".

Tu Shan, Luoyingmen, Terran Jindan monk. The edges and corners were deep, his expression was tired, his long brown hair was slightly scattered, his blue eyes were obviously different from those present, and his seat was deliberately kept a little distance from Su Liqing at the top. At this time, he was pretending to sleep, for Jiang Feng's entry and exit, his body only moved slightly, and he didn't even open his eyes, although Jiang Feng sold the stolen treasures in Luoyingmen, but the scale was very small and low-end, so naturally he would not have any intersection with Tu Shan, let alone any friendship.

Sitting on the right hand is the other side of the battle of the Seven Alliances, the so-called loser camp, with a total of four people in the column.

Headed by Zheng Jiasheng, the head of the Biyun Sect, a middle-aged monk dressed as a middle-aged monk, compared with the ordinary and even slightly thin figures on the left, his tiger-backed figure is particularly eye-catching among everyone. The red rough skin, the vicissitudes of life are exposed, the big ears are slightly drooping, and the slightly curly black hair falls behind him. In front of him was a two-foot-square map, at first glance, it should be a map of the situation near the Seven Leagues, and the handwriting on it was circled and dotted, and some places seemed to have scratched the paper, which should be the focus of the debate in advance. Although it was the first meeting, both sides must have been arguing for a long time about the situation after the war of the Seventh Alliance, and most of the meetings had reached a general agreement, and it was necessary to set a charter before discussing the details.

is also at the ground level, his breath is well hidden, almost undetectable, and his right shoulder is also tied with a lot of coarse cloth, revealing a little bloody smell, obviously a serious injury has not healed.

Zheng Jiasheng didn't pay attention to Jiang Feng at all, his energy was all on the map, except for occasionally pointing out some areas in the map and discussing with Shen Jiufeng, the head of the Ancient Sword Sect who was sitting at the bottom of the house, he didn't seem to pay much attention to the changes in the house.

Shen Jiufeng, the head of the Ancient Sword Sect, was the most haggard one among the people, his hair was scattered, it seemed that he hadn't combed for a long time, the scattered stubble was piled up all over his jaw and cheeks, and his eyes were sunken and dull, if he wasn't slightly fat, he would probably be mistaken for an addict who was fond of "immortal medicine".

It is not difficult to see that his mental state is very poor, his hands that are constantly rubbing, and his eyes that only swim once in half an hour all indicate that the defense line in his heart is on the verge of collapse, in contrast, the Yanqiling at the bottom represents Zhong Quan, and Lingyun Mountain represents Qi Shoujin, both of which are much better than his state. The former is a Xuan-level monk, with a big belly and a poop, and he is not good at fighting, and the latter is a foundation building monk, although he looks not young, but he is only in the early stage of foundation building, and the territory of the two sects has now been lost, the former head of the house has fallen, and the head of the latter is missing, basically a complete loser. Compared with Shen Jiufeng's expressions of suffering from gains and losses, the two of them looked calm, looking like they had accepted their fate and found a good home for themselves.

Along the way, from the words of the short and stout young man Meng Kun, Jiang Feng knew some secrets in the past few days. For example, Tu Shan, the head of the Luoying Sect, had a duel with Zheng Jiasheng, the head of the Biyun Sect, and Zhou Bingyan of the Tianli Sect also made a move. It is not difficult to understand the former, Luoyingmen defected to join the other party's camp halfway, and let the Biyun Sect side defeat miserably, it is indeed not the gentleman's doing, the two sides meet, naturally they are very red-eyed, and the action with Tianlimen, is it possible to gamble on the territory seized by Tianlimen? This speculation is reasonable.

Two battles, two wins!

For the strength of this blue-eyed prefecture-level monk Tu Shan, it should be reassessed, Jiang Feng didn't know if Luoyingmen would border the Qianshan Sect in the end, but this matter was enough to show that Tu Shan's combat power was quite strong, and once there was a conflict with Luoyingmen in the future, he must avoid confronting this person head-on.

Shen Jiufeng's haggard is also for a reason. Because of the defeat, the ancient sword sect faced the loss of a large amount of territory, and even the birthplace of the sect and the best third-level spiritual land "Washing Sword Valley" was also lost, it is rumored that the elders in the sect are trying to find a way to impeach Shen Jiufeng and set up a new head, on the one hand, they are facing the pressure of negotiation, and they do not have much right to speak, on the other hand, they have to face the backlash of the forces within the sect, and the pressure can be imagined.

The vacant position is not only the Black Water Gate, in the position between the two forces, there are two blank and unfilled signs, Jiang Feng has just swept his gaze, and he hears the sound of a small servant outside the door.

"Elder Yu Chengkeyu, a distinguished guest of the Lizong Sect, and Elder Fugu of the Imperial Wind Sect have arrived!"