As the news of Yan Tianbei's sweep of Dongni Wulin spread more and more widely, the turmoil in Longxia Wulin was intensifying, in addition to the southwest branch expressing its determination to fight to the end with a very tough attitude, there were also many voices in the martial arts who questioned the "wanted warrant" of the alliance headquarters, and the radical faction in the alliance took the opportunity to win over the famous martial arts and sect leaders, and first jointly wrote a letter, asking the alliance headquarters to revoke the unfair treatment of Yan Tianbei and restore his identity and honor.

The Huairou faction led by Shi Lingxiao strongly refused, and a conflict broke out between the two sides, but they were forcibly pressed down by Xu Boyun, the deputy alliance leader who heard the news, and avoided a big chaos. But with an invisible hand fueling the flames, it was only a matter of time before the already sharp contradictions within the alliance were once again fully aroused.

People of insight about this, especially Shen Jianfei, the No. 1 old leader of the hidden dragon, are most worried about this, although he is also dissatisfied with the actions of the upper authorities against Yan Tian's black hand in the north, but he knows that the battle between the radical faction and the Huairou faction has caused great harm to the entire Longxia Martial Arts, especially the Jingwu Alliance, on the one hand, he contacted the academy neutral faction of Xie Wuji, the dean of the Tianxia Academy, and on the other hand, he constantly sent people to inquire about the progress of the alliance leader's retreat, and inquired about the meaning of the superiors, hoping to eliminate this great turmoil that would shake the foundation of the alliance internally.

And in a dense forest dozens of kilometers away from the southwest border branch, thousands of well-dressed but well-equipped martial arts people are also gathering, they have different skin colors and appearances, many are not Longxia people, and you can even see a lot of big devils and fierce gods who are wanted by the International Martial Arts League.

A dozen of the most famous demon powerhouses were the leaders of these thousands, and they each sat in a pavilion in the dense forest and drank wine, but the atmosphere was not harmonious and there were endless arguments.

A thin man with a scarred face said in a dark voice: "Now that Yan Tianbei is not here, why are we still waiting here? Just kill it and achieve Yan Shuai's martial arts hegemony! Ghost strategist, you will go to Yan Shuai to enter Cambodia for a moment or two, but you can't miss this great situation in vain for what hard work!"

The blue-faced robe known as the "ghost strategist" put down his wine glass and said slowly: "What's the hurry, it's not chaotic enough, Yan Tianbei is still alive, and Yan Shuai has promised that he won't leave here for ten years, even if it's a second away, he won't take a step." ”

A chubby short man muttered: "Anyway, this agreement was also made with that Yan Tianbei, can Yan Tianbei come back alive? He can't come back, how can this agreement have any effect? Besides, now the people in the southwest branch are in turmoil, and they have no intention of guarding against us, and we want to take their place and occupy a place in the southwest, but it's just a matter of turning hands!" His mouth is huge, taking up half of his face, which is extremely terrifying.

The blue-faced ghost strategist glanced at everyone and snorted coldly: "A group of wastes who can't use their brains, Yan Tianbei is now rising, and the southwest branch is united, let's just sit and watch the tiger fight, and we insist on interfering here, aren't we asking for hardship?"

The big-mouthed dwarf was not convinced: "What if the southwest branch is united? If it weren't for us all these years, relying on these guys who lack money and food, and whose fathers don't love their mothers, they would have been able to defend this southwestern border with a radius of thousands of miles? Shad would have turned this place into a white land a long time ago! This group of people can also pretend to fight, and we will definitely be able to eat them!"

A bewitching woman in red sneered at each other: "Ogre, you didn't even dare to fart when Yan Tianbei was there, and now you are arrogant?" The people in the southwest branch are all warriors of a hundred battles, and there are seven heroes and eight heroes to help, if you want to die, you can go by yourself, and the old lady will not accompany you! Am I right, ghost strategist?" In the end, her tone changed, and she threw a wink at the ghost strategist.

The ghost strategist turned a blind eye, but the big-mouthed ogre was furious, jumped up and patted the case: "Mei Fox Niang, you fart, when did Lao Tzu ever be afraid of Yan Tianbei? If it weren't for Yan Shuai's face, I would have touched it in the middle of the night and eaten his son to the bone!"

These are all powerful thieves, wicked and murderers, who are afraid of whom, and their tempers are even hotter, but no one dares to really do it here, so they slap the table and scold them.

Mei Fox Niang was not afraid at all, and giggled: "It turns out that you want to eat Yan Shuai's grandson, I will have to report to Yan Shuai later." ”

A black-robed man with a purple face and black lips quietly came over, and Mu Ran said, "Yan Shuai is here, ready to drive." ”

These short eight words seem to have infinite magic, the originally noisy pavilions and pavilions immediately quieted down, more than a dozen people got up, stood solemnly, and looked in awe at a big cave at the end of the stone path steps.

The breeze rose slightly, and a middle-aged man appeared on the steps like a ghost. This man has a full beard and a burly physique, he looks like he is forty or fifty at most, and his face is seven or eight points similar to Yan Tianbei, and he stands on the steps with his hands in his hands, giving people the feeling of sitting on a dragon chair.

It turned out that none of the dozen or so big devils who had been immortal dared to look up at him, and they all bowed in awe and said, "Meet Yan Shuai!"

This middle-aged man is none other than the underground king of the southwest border of Weizhen, Yan Shuai!

Yan Shuai waved his hand indifferently, with an indescribable majesty, he looked around, like a demon god looking down on an antfly.

The heads' heads are lower.

Yan Shuai's voice came out of the void: "Shad's side is ready to move, ghost strategist, you take someone to talk to them, if they dare to reach out, kill them." ”

Who was present who was not the master whose hands were stained with blood, but when they heard Yan Shuai's word "kill" at this time, a chill still rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they deeply understood Yan Shuai's terrible methods.

"Yes. The ghost strategist respectfully agreed.

"The time has not yet come, don't make trouble, and later will have your own chance to torture and kill as much as you want. ”

The rest of the demons didn't dare to say anything, and they all bowed down and said yes.

Seeing that the demons were a little depressed, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Yan Shuai's mouth: "Don't worry, when Yan Tianbei dies, the world will naturally be in chaos, and then we will go out to clean up the mess, the world will be ours after all!"

The demons' eyes glowed wildly and they cheered in unison.

Yan Shuai looked up at the east side of the rising sun, thinking of his stupid son, his eyes were full of indifference, but when he thought of the Qin family head who was living in seclusion in the old mansion in the mountains, he said that he had no last resort, and a strange light rose in his eyes.

Hey, Qin Moshou, want to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight? Soon you will fall into the game!

The whistling morning breeze blew, like opening the upcoming era of demons in Longxia Martial Arts!

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The situation on Long Xia's side is changing, the heroes in all aspects have their own calculations, and the Dongni Wulin across the sea is even more turbulent, and an aura of decadence and despair spreads, enveloping the hearts of all the Dongni Wulin people.

In the face of the absolute strength gap, the voices of shouting for revenge and clamouring to defeat Yan Tianbei were all silenced, and everyone in the major martial arts halls and major sects was in danger, and they were afraid that one day the invincible Long Xia Yan Tianbei would kick Lu Shaoxi and Qin Ruxuan to the door.

When Hiroshi Ito, head of the Kannan branch of the Tonibu League, hurriedly arrived outside the sword washing house where the Nanbu Saint Takeda Katsu lived, there were several times more warriors gathered around to petition than last time, and they still had the last trace of luck and expectation in their eyes, waiting for the response from the door.