The Dao Conference has been going on for more than a month, but the bottom of the Sword Sect and the Spirit Dynasty have clashed several times, and even caused a lot of casualties, but the high-level leaders of the two sides also acquiesced, after all, there will be a battle sooner or later.

And Lelang Dao, which is the border of Lingqian, does seem to be unusually calm, but the clear-eyed martial arts people know that this storm will definitely not be small.

"Bu Keqing, this matter is very important, you must know that Le Lang is already unstable, and now rashly attacking the local martial arts forces, I am afraid that they will directly turn to the Sword Sect or even the previous dynasty. ”

In the deserted hall of an embroidered state branch on Lelang Road, an elegant middle-aged man dressed in a lotus white robe, holding tea and persuading Bu Qianhuai. And this is also one of the plans, to transfer some people to the state embroidery of Linchuan Prefecture on Lelang Road.

waved his hand, but his eyes were cold: "Ha, it's nothing, I knew it was impossible, since that's the case......" Suddenly, with a turn of his right hand, a red light and shadow instantly appeared.

This embroidered cloth is Zheng Wen, the state manager of Linchuan Prefecture, and Guangling Dao, this state manager is a normal congenital martial artist, although it is a congenital enlightenment, but it is by no means comparable to the acquired realm, and it is not expected for Bu Qianhuai to suddenly make a move, but he only snorted coldly, and his right hand pinched directly towards the red light and shadow.

At the surprised scene, Zheng Wen was stunned, the red light and shadow were not caught in his hand, but followed his hand into his body and disappeared in an instant.

His eyes were cold, and he took a step directly, as if he wanted to catch Bu Qianhuai and torture him, but he saw the young worshipper looking at him with a smile. There was a pause at his feet, his eyes were suddenly confused, but he immediately cleared his mind and bowed down to Bu Qianhuai.

"It's a strange idea! ”

That red light and shadow is a strange knowledge.,I saw it on the random purchase page of the mall.,But it takes two thousand points.,Although the system also affirmed that the innate royal qi below is irresistible.,But because it's a foreign object and it's very expensive.,It hasn't been taken seriously by Bu Qianhuai.,After all, where is the power of other forces comparable to what you really have.。 Except for a few casual cultivators in the martial arts realm, the martial artists they see are all characters with sects and factions, and it is not very easy to use if they control it, but at this moment, they who have the temptation of upgrading the task card, they naturally have to hurry up and complete the task, two golden cards plus a loyal innate martial artist are worth two thousand points, no matter how you think about it, it is worth it.

"Fortunately, the random shops these days have come up with strange things, otherwise I don't know when I will be able to come across this kind of good thing. It's a pity, it's too expensive, and it's of average use to me. ”

Completely ignoring the gaze of the person in front of him, he continued to talk to himself.

"You are still in charge of this state, supervise the movement of embroidered clothes for me, and follow me to the Huaming Heavenly Sect tonight. ”

Flashing a trace of loyalty, Zheng Wen bowed again, and said respectfully: "No, master!"

Scratching his head, his eyes rolled: "It's a terrible title, just call me the lord." In addition, a few of 'your' original henchmen will be selected to slaughter the Huaming Heavenly Sect with me tonight. ”

"Obey the Lord's commands. ”

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The night is cold and cold, the Mingtian faction of Lang Hua, the top ranking of the Linchuan Prefecture of Lelang Dao, the sect master is the master of the innate enlightenment realm, and in the chaos of the war, he belongs to the absolute master of one side, but tonight, the martial arts sect of the sound of killing is a scene of singing and dancing.

"Zheng Baihu, please!"

A young man in a black robe sat on the main seat with a wine glass and toasted to Zheng Wen, who was a guest seat.

"Please!" Zheng Wen also picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Seeing that there were three glasses of wine, Dai Wandong, the sect leader of the Huaming Heavenly Sect, couldn't help but ask: "Now the situation, I don't know what Zheng Baihu is doing when he comes to my Heavenly Sect?"

Zheng Wen didn't speak, but he shook his head, and the few elders of the Hua Ming Heavenly Sect sitting on the other side also listened attentively, after all, now that the war is about to start, it is impossible to say that the imperial court does not ask for them, so they are all ready to fight for a while and share some more interests.

With a wave of his hand, an embroidered cloth behind him took out a picture scroll, spread it out, and presented it in front of everyone.

Several elders looked at it suspiciously, and then asked left and right, it is true that they have never known what this thing is? And Dai Wandong is also a little strange, could it be that it is some kind of precious picture scroll cultural relics? He and others have no hobby for this kind of thing, but the Confucian people like these things very much, and if they are really valuable, they will naturally get their hands on them.

He asked with a smile: "Dare to ask Zheng Baihu, what is this picture scroll?"

"This scroll is a treasure of the previous dynasty, and it was painted from the seventeenth year to the twenty-second year of the disorder. Originated from the hand of a great Confucian, good at painting landscapes, glazed as the bottom, embellishment of emerald stones, the six lines of small characters next to it have the Confucian concept of governing the world, and the understanding of the government, it is a rare good picture, and the ......" words are not finished, but they are silent. This also aroused the interest of the people who were doing it.

Dai Wandong nodded with satisfaction, "Zheng Baihu took out such a good thing, I think it is also the meaning ......of the imperial court, right?

Quietly drank the last sip of wine, put the cup on the table smoothly, and looked at everyone present: "Mingyan, it's easy to say...... I took out this painting myself, for the purpose of killing you, of course!"

When the words fell, everyone present opened their eyes wide, a little incredulous, and then the tense posture permeated the entire house.

"It's almost time, do it!"

Just when everyone's eyes were on Zheng Wen, an embroidered cloth behind him suddenly spoke, and with the voice of this embroidered clothes who was not taken seriously, Zheng Wen seemed to have received an order, and he raised his anger and killed Dai Wandong on the main seat.

Dai Wandong slapped the table with his right hand and shouted: "Presumptuous!" But then a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "How is it possible?"

saw that Zheng Wen had already arrived in front of Dai Wandong, and punched out, but Dai Wandong responded helplessly, with his left and right hands together, he was still invincible, took a few steps back, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

All the elders got up one after another, used their skills, and were about to capture Zheng Wen and ask to understand, could it be that the imperial court was not afraid of Linchuan Dao's open rebellion and defected to the previous dynasty?

But I didn't want to be more surprised.

"What's going on?"

"Internal force disorder! Who poisoned it?"

"Spy!?Could it be that the imperial court has already made a plan to destroy my Hua Ming Heavenly Sect?"

This poison is brought with it when the painting is opened, it is the embroidered clothes directly pointed at the secret poison, smeared on the painting, colorless and tasteless, usually can not be seen, but as soon as the internal force of the true qi is moved, the internal force will be disordered, and the true yuan will collapse, resulting in a short period of inability to use force.

The embroidered clothes who spoke directly dodged and rushed towards Dai Wandong: "Die!"

An innate master who does not have the support of true qi and true yuan, in terms of hand-to-hand combat, is no different from the day after tomorrow, but Zheng Wen is eyeing the tiger, and he has no choice. But just as he raised his hand to resist, a dragon's roar sounded.

"Lust for flowers!