On August 8, the sun was blazing.

The 'Demon Punishment Conference' was officially held on this day, but it was not in the Thousand Buddhas Temple of Qianzhong Mountain, but in front of Qianju Mountain. It's not that the Qianzhong faction doesn't want to move the 'Demon Punishment Conference' into the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, but there are too many people coming to this conference, and the space in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple can't accommodate one-tenth of the people at all.

As a convoker, the Qianzhong faction of course set up a pergola at the foot of Qianzhong Mountain early in the morning to receive martial arts heroes from all over the world.

The seven major sects have all arrived, dozens of second-class sects, and thousands of small sects, with a total of tens of thousands of horses crowded under the Qianzhong Mountain.

Although Li Changsheng had ordered the Liuyun Sect not to participate, he clearly saw that Du Wushuang had come with He Dongliu and the others, and he did not follow his order.

Li Changsheng found the 'book swordsman' Yang Xiacheng and Fang Zhennan and others who came to participate in the event, and met Murong Qianfeng and Pinhua Niangzi, and they also built a pergola, paying attention to every move of the martial arts heroes.

He Ling'er and Ghost Su both came with Murong Qianfeng, and although they didn't know why Li Changsheng didn't appear, they didn't ask much. Especially He Ling'er, seeing Li Changsheng dressed as Gong Nanxing at this time, cried with joy, grabbed his arm and refused to relax.

"Childe, Ling'er has found you, and I will never be separated from Childe again. He Ling'er said coquettishly.

"Little girl, pay attention, there are a lot of people here. Pinhua Lady said with an unhappy face.

"Pay attention to what, no one will try to drive me away from Childe. He Ling'er said resolutely.

"Hmph!" Pinhua Niangzi walked to the other side of Li Changsheng, but she didn't dare to pull Li Changsheng's arm.

"Miss He......" Fang Zhennan was also very excited when he saw He Ling'er, and wanted to come forward to talk, but He Ling'er ignored him, which made him embarrassed and inexplicable. Liu Daimei behind him was full of resentment, and he couldn't hide it from the clear-eyed person.

Bu Jingjing, who was following behind Mo Wuniang, also ran over, rushed to Li Changsheng, and said coquettishly: "Brother Gong, I haven't seen you for a long time, Jingjing misses you so much." ”

"Jingjing, you're here too. Li Changsheng touched Bu Jingjing's little head and said.

"Brother Gong is so good, Brother Fang is busy in the Tianluo Sect all day long and doesn't want to pay attention to others. Bu Jingjing said.

"Jingjing ......" Fang Zhennan's face was even more embarrassed.

"Haha! Your eldest brother Fang has grown up, and he has his own things to do, so you can forgive him. Li Changsheng said with a smile.

"For the sake of Brother Gong's face, I will forgive Brother Fang. Bu Jingjing smiled.

The faces of the Tianluo Sect members behind Mo Wuniang were not very good-looking, Fang Zhennan, who was originally a puppet, had greatly increased his martial arts, and after defeating them, they had to serve Fang Zhennan.

The martial arts heroes are still increasing in an endless stream, and Yang Xiacheng is well-informed, and began to introduce every martial arts hero he saw to Fang Zhennan and others.

Li Changsheng's attention was all on several major sects, of course the masters of the Qianzhong faction were not absent, the Xuantianzi Daoist of the Daluo faction also came, Huo Zhenfang of the Guiyuan faction and Zhu Er'an of the Cangshan Sword faction needless to say, the Liuyun faction was led by Du Wushuang and He Dongliu to lead the disciples, the Dapeng prince of the Tianfowl faction also came, and the demon boy and ghost concubine of the Nanling faction followed behind a burly strong man.

As soon as the people from the Nanling Sect arrived, the chaotic scene was mostly quiet, and countless pairs of eyes stared at them.

"Who is this man? It seems that many people in the martial arts are afraid of him. Fang Zhennan was puzzled.

Yang Xiacheng said: "This person is the head of the Nanling faction, and he is known as the 'Giant Eye Heavenly King', he has been powerful in the south for decades, and he is almost invincible. In the face of this person, even the characters in the Three Saints and the Four Wonders did not dare to say that they would win. The Nanling faction is cruel and unscrupulous, and it is this person who gives them strong courage. Most of the martial arts heroes from the south know this person, so they don't say much, for fear of causing trouble. ”

"Giggles! This man's eyes are huge. Bu Jingjing smiled.

"Be careful!" Yang Xiacheng said urgently.

The 'Giant-Eyed Heavenly King' seemed to have ears for the wind, and at this time, he actually glanced at Li Changsheng's side, which frightened Bu Jingjing and quickly shrank his head.

Li Changsheng patted Bu Jingjing on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I have already formed a big enmity with the Nanling faction, and I have to fight with him in this grand event, and you will cheer for me in a while." ”

"Ahh Bu Jingjing said.

"Don't worry, your eldest brother Gong hasn't been cowardly yet. Li Changsheng said with a smile.

"Who is that person? What a big show!" Fang Zhennan suddenly shouted.

Everyone followed Fang Zhennan's gaze, and saw a group of people wearing standard clothes and swords slowly coming around a large sedan chair.

Sure enough, the pomp was very big, and it turned out to be sixty-four sedan chairs. Murong Qianfeng also said.

"Hmm, the 'Ma's Twin Heroes', who ranked fourth on the list, is only the second of the sedan chair drivers, who is this person?" Shen Xiuping recognized two of the sedan chair drivers.

Yang Xiacheng said: "It is said that the 'Ma Clan's Twin Heroes' defected to the imperial court, could it be that the person in the sedan chair is the lord of the imperial court?"

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Zhuge Chunqiu was divided into corpses, who is in charge of this imperial court now?" Shen Xiuping said.

"The lord of the imperial court has always been the descendant of Emperor Wu, but the legend of Shangguan Yijian, the contemporary lord of the imperial court, is a wasted person, and he doesn't know martial arts at all, and he relies on Zhuge Chunqiu to help him. After Zhuge Chunqiu's death, this Shangguan Yijian can still hold power?" Yang Xiacheng also wondered.

Murong Qianfeng said: "First of all, no matter who the Lord of the Imperial Court is, the two old men in front of the sedan chair are by no means ordinary, and I feel the smell of danger from them." ”

Everyone looked at it, and in front of the sedan chair, there were two old men opening the way. The two old men were not very tall and burly, but their expressions were arrogant and imposing, which made people know at a glance that they were not ordinary characters.

The two old men, one carrying a sword and the other carrying a sword, acted as the two guards in front of the sedan chair.

Li Changsheng remembered what happened to Fu Zongbai, the left envoy of Qiankun, in the imperial court, when he attacked the imperial court, he met the 'Sword King' and the 'Sword King'. Under the siege of the 'Sword King' and the 'Sword King', Fu Zongbai not only did not defeat the imperial court, but was seriously injured, and only escaped with his life.

If you guess correctly, these two old men are the 'Sword King' and the 'Sword King', Li Changsheng said secretly.

Behind the sedan chair, there were hundreds of people following, and Li Changsheng saw a familiar figure in it. The man was slim, covered with a black veil, and carried a sword in his hand, which was clearly the 'shadowless sword'.

Li Changsheng said in her heart, she once said that her father Shangguan Yijian was the master of the imperial court, and it seemed that the person in this sedan chair was. As for the rumors in the rivers and lakes that Shangguan Yijian is a wasted person, Li Changsheng doesn't believe it, 'Sword King' and 'Sword King' are two of the top ten masters of the year, and they will never be willing to be a slave of a waste person.