Ji Wuxian turned out of the corner of the wall, and asked with a smile on his face: "Lord Wuxian is so early, are you planning to go out, or have you just come back?"

Qian Bulai calmed down slightly, laughed dryly, and said: "The enemy is now, I will patrol overnight, and I will be prepared." ”

The red-haired offering is counted as exhaustive, and he smiled and said: "Lord Xue has a heart, if everyone in our Feiyan Sect can have a heart like the Lord of the Helm, why be afraid of a strong enemy?"

Qian Bulai underestimated in his heart, and said secretly: "This person is cunning and cunning, and he ignores me on weekdays, but it's a big bad thing to bump into him today." ”

Thinking of this, Qian Bulai smiled and said: "Mr. has done his best for Feiyanmen, and his only beloved daughter has sacrificed his life for Feiyanmen. ”

Count Wuxian sneered, a strange expression appeared on his face, and said in a low voice: "Feiyan...... Hey...... Feiyan, there are so many swallows to fly, but it's just a pool of stagnant water. ”

Qian Bulai couldn't figure out the meaning of this red-haired offering, and he felt a sudden break in his heart, he only felt that this was so weird today, this person was thoughtful and hidden, and Qian Bulai was afraid of leaking flaws around him, so he had always deliberately kept a distance from him.

At this moment, listening to this count, Qian Bulai muttered in his heart, laughed dryly, and said: "Where did Mr. Count say, our Feiyanmen is full of talents, thriving, and we will show our strength in the future and try to dominate the martial arts." ”

Even if he didn't smile, a pair of eyes stared at Qian Bulai strangely, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Xue Helm, for more than ten years, Qiao Zhuang has dressed up, I'm afraid he is exhausted at this time, right?"

Qian Bulai was shocked in his heart, but his face did not change, and he said secretly: "This old fox still found me!" At the moment, he was on guard, pretending to be innocent and said: "Where is Mr. Count, my subordinates don't understand, and my subordinates have ...... over the years."

Before the money didn't finish, he waved his hand tiredly, signaling that the money didn't come and don't talk any more, only to hear him say: "Whether you really call Old Man Xue Lun doesn't care, whether you are a spy who got in, or whether you are determined to be the helmsman of Feiyanmen, the old man doesn't care." ”

Qian Bulai's mind turned sharply at this moment, and he thought: "Could it be that this old fox is deliberately blowing me up? No! If he really sees through me and quietly grabs my handle or holds me, how can he have the leisure to talk to me here?

Thinking of this, Qian Bulai settled down for a while, turned his head to look around, and said in a low voice: "Then dare to ask Mr. Shu what do you care about?"

Count Wuxian took a step forward, Qian didn't come to the dantian, his whole body was full of energy, he was on guard, and he only heard Count Wuxian say gloomily: "The only thing the old man cares about is, which one are you?"

It's not easy to answer this if the money doesn't come, he squinted his eyes, sneered, and thought: "Just give you a sound!" Thinking of this, he asked rhetorically: "Then may I ask Mr. Count, which one are you?"

As soon as Qian Bulai's words fell, the corners of his eyes twitched violently as the expressionless red-clothed worshipper counted Wuji, and his deep eyes stared at Qian Bulai, and he said coldly: "At the end of the hour, the lobby is deliberating!"

After speaking, he turned around and left, Qian Bulai looked at the exhaustive back, breathed a long sigh of relief, shook his head and slowly returned to the house.

When Qian Bulai came to the council hall, the hall was already full of helmsmen and helmsmen of various branches, and several worshippers from Feiyanmen, Qian Bulai raised his head and glanced at Ji Wuzhi, and his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see any changes.

Qian Bulai was uneasy at the moment, and secretly thought: "Even if you don't know your special identity, you must have known your special identity, but you don't know your origin yet, so do the hall master Yan Ning and the young master Yan Ming also know their special identity for a long time?"

At this time, the hall master Yan Ning and the young master Yan Ming walked out of the apse, and above the lobby, which was originally chaotic, they were silent for an instant, only to see Yan Ning sit on the Taishi chair in the middle with an expressionless face, and glanced sideways at Yan Ming next to him.

Yan Ming next to him nodded, and without saying a word, he took out a purple-black letter from his sleeve and placed it on the long table in front of the hall.

The people present were curious, gathered around the long table to take a look, only to see a purple-black letter about one foot long, with a red circle on the top, and a bright red "Luo" character written in it, and eight big characters written below, each red as blood, against the backdrop of the purple-black letter, it looked extremely gloomy.

The hall masters and several worshippers present saw this letter, and the discussion broke out in a chaotic manner, everyone's faces were gloomy, Yan Ning waved his hand, pointed to the purple-black letter on the table, and said: "Everyone, I called everyone here today for this matter, as soon as the letter arrives, Rashomon will attack soon, and everyone will get together to get an idea." ”

Yan Ming said: "Uncle, the letters we sent to the various factions in the Central Plains some time ago are like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no news, I don't want his Central Plains factions to sit idly by and ignore this Rashomon!"

Yan Ning sneered and said: "Baihua and Imperial Sword are in the southern Xinjiang, this Rashomon is making waves in their old nest, they will ignore it, at this moment, I can't wait for the trouble to lead to the east, Rashomon invades our northern Xinjiang, they will naturally not interfere." ”

Yan Ming said: "Even so, the Xuanyu Sect also ignores this, it is really a famous and decent family!"

Zuo Shou said with a smile: "The old Dao of Xuanyumen Ziyang is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river at this moment, and it is difficult to protect itself, so there is spare strength to take care of the affairs of our northern Xinjiang!"

At this time, a thin old man in the audience said loudly: "None of us rely on it, no matter how powerful he Rashomon is, after all, it is a small sect that has recently risen in recent years, how big can it be?

As soon as the thin old man's voice fell, the crowd in the audience was angry, and there were many people who echoed the voice, and at this moment, only a voice from the east head said: "This Rashomon is very powerful, even the two factions of Baihua and Yujian dare not provoke them, we need to avoid its edge, and we can't fight hard." ”

Everyone looked for prestige, and the speaker was a short and fat middle-aged man in the east, and the thin old man heard this, and said loudly: "Lord Wang, what's the matter?

When the short and fat middle-aged man who was called the helmsman Wang heard this, his face flushed with anger, and he said loudly: "The surname Yang, you are less big here, one of the helmsmen present is counted as one, that is not tougher than you, there must be a strong enemy attacking, I Wang is the first to rush up, and the hundredth turn may not be your turn!"

The thin old man surnamed Yang glared at his eyes and said angrily: "The surname Wang, don't fart here!" After speaking, he pointed to the purple-black letter on the long table and said: "Everyone has come to the door, you have said something deflating, and you are the first to rush up, you are frightened at the moment!"

This Wang Helm Lord seemed to have a red face and seemed to be angry, and said loudly: "There are so many sects in the northwest, why is he Rashomon only looking for the bad luck of our Feiyan Sect, and can't he investigate it clearly? Like you, who doesn't care about it, just want to fight, what does it look like, come and come, if you really want to fight, the one surnamed Wang will accompany you to live two tricks first!"

The thin old man surnamed Luo rushed forward suddenly, and the two of them were about to fight, and everyone next to them hurriedly hugged and pulled the two apart, and Yan Ning said in a deep voice: "Don't mess up first, the so-called 'soldiers will block the water and cover the earth', we have always been people who don't offend me, I don't offend people, everyone take precautions, the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, don't let people take advantage of the loopholes." ”

Yan Ning was still about to say something, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a few shouts from outside the hall, Yan Ming glanced outside, and asked loudly: "What's wrong outside, who is making noise there?"

As soon as Yan Ming's words fell, suddenly a young disciple dressed in black ran into the council hall and said in a panic: "Qiyu Hall Master, something is wrong, a large group of people have attacked, look at the costumes, they should all be from Rashomon?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a buzz in the hall, and everyone discussed: "What?" and "Why did you attack it quietly?"

Yan Ning stood up abruptly and said loudly, "How did these thieves quietly cross the mountain gate?" As he spoke, he turned to look at the exhaustion, and asked loudly: "There are at least three secret posts on the main road leading to the mountain, how can they not find that the enemy is coming?"

At this moment, he walked to Yan Ning's side in two steps, his face was solemn, Yan Ning looked at it suspiciously, only to see that he leaned into Yan Ning's ear and said, "Hall Master, you can't ...... at this moment."

At this moment, Yan Ning's body suddenly shook violently, and I saw him grab the left shoulder of the count, staring at the countlessness with wide eyes, and said in great horror: "Mr. Count, you ...... What do you do?"