"In these years, only the bold are supported to death, and the cowardly are starved, the Bai family does not dare to do it, what about you?" The rich old man quickly put away his face and looked at the others in the hall.

There are at least ten or more second-rate sect families sitting here, and if there is no Bai family, it is harmless, and it can still form a strong joint force.

"I'm sorry, my Wei family is not involved, after all, we have cooperation first, the relationship is not bad, and we need pills to continue trading. Wei Danfeng also stood up and left.

As the representative of the Yiyuan Gate, who had reached a lot of private cooperation with the Wei family, Ma Sen also left with him without saying a word.

The rich old man's eyes looked at the representative of Qingyang Palace, Daoist Ling Yue, and said indifferently: "If you say that, Qingyang Palace should not be involved?"

Ling Yue smiled: "Since the establishment of my Qingyang Palace, I have never participated in any battles. ”

The rich old man nodded and said, "It seems that my proposal is a bit presumptuous, and everything will be discussed after meeting with the Pure Yang Sect tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he also got up and left, and inadvertently turned around, his eyes flashed with a fierce and cruel luster.

Without the support of powerful sects and families, ordinary second-rate sects would not be able to form much combat power at all.

The three sects can be active to this day, and they are still strong. It is not because the three sects are kind to people, but because the three sects do things, once they choose, they will be completely eliminated, and after the action, they must leave no trouble.

With a few huge help that he thought he could help, the rich old man would not dare to act rashly, otherwise there would be a disciple of the Pure Yang Guan to escape. It was a ticking time bomb, and for the mysterious cultivator, he was unwilling to bear this unknown consequence.

A quiet night. On the second day, the sun rises in the east, with blue sky and white clouds.

It's a rare good weather in winter.

Although the air was still cold, there was no longer a strong cold wind from the north.

In Qiyun Mountain, a red light flew out, as fast as lightning.

The red light passed through several peaks and landed on the side of a stream in the middle of the mountain. The figure was revealed, it was Mao Xiaofang.

Put your hands behind your back and look around.

A moment later. Mao Xiaofang's eyes locked on a protruding boulder not far in front of the stream.

A smile appeared on his face, and the figure flew past. Reaching out, he placed a claw-like artifact on the boulder. Then he pinched the magic with both hands, and it changed rapidly, and the mana turned into a streamer of light at his fingertips. A mystical pattern is formed.

After the most mudra, a handprint. The sword is pointed at the boulder. The mystical pattern flew out, covering the claw magic weapon on the boulder, constantly circling.

Seeing this, Mao Xiaofang nodded with satisfaction, his figure turned, turned into a red light again, and broke through the air.

Ten minutes later, Mao Xiaofang returned to the Pure Yang Temple.

Outside the Pure Yang Hall. Jiang Le waited with a solemn face.

Beside him, Yin Yin twittered. and the injured little white fox are rarely quiet to accompany them.

At this time, a red light flew from the void, and after falling, it turned into Mao Xiaofang.

Jiang Le's eyes lit up, and he took a few steps forward and asked urgently, "Master, how is the array arranged?"

Mao Xiaofang chuckled: "The array plate has been positioned, and now only the main formation of the Nine Palaces is missing, once it is positioned, the Nine Palaces Bagua Array will be inducted by itself and form a formation." ”

Jiang Le was overjoyed: "It's really good. ”

"Squeak!" the little white fox shouted excitedly.

Although they can't speak yet, their intelligence is not weak. They can also feel a thing or two about the crisis of the division, and now they seem to be much safer, so naturally everyone is happy.

"The next thing is up to you, the path you choose, you can only rely on yourself to face it, this is what you need to practice. Mao Xiaofang's face became serious, and he said in a serious tone.

Jiang Le smiled: "Master, don't worry, I know this, you can support me in the rear, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

"Well, that's so good, I won't do it unless it endangers your life. Mao Xiaofang admonished, and his figure turned into red light and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Squeak!" The little white fox hurriedly stepped forward, looked up at Jiang Le with his chest straight, and seemed to say, Master doesn't help, and we are here, and the apprentices will always support you.

Jiang Le pouted and said: "Forget it, after this time, your master guild will perfect the trial phantom array, you have to clear the customs for me once, if you can't clear the customs, don't blame the master for being strict with you." ”

The little white fox was dumbfounded, with cute big eyes, revealing grievances, with a pitiful look like I support you so much, but you bully me so much.

Jiang Le directly ignored its cuteness.

One injury is enough, and the next time if you don't have the strength, you may be captured or killed.

This group of little guys, the necessary training, is indispensable.

Time passed slowly, the sun rose higher and higher, and the warm light shone on the earth.

In Qiyun Mountain, some birds, birds, insects and beasts that do not work hard in autumn quietly come out of the hibernation place, looking for food in the snow.

Outside the Pure Yang Viewing Illusion Array, a piece of flat land two hundred meters away has been sorted out.

It was more than nine o'clock at this time, and there were only ten minutes left for the meeting with Jiang Le at ten o'clock.

The heads of the Martial Cultivation Sect who came to Qingyang City had already arrived here, sitting under the prepared tent drinking tea and waiting.

For Jiang Le to be so trusted, many masters in the martial arts cultivation world have come, but they haven't appeared yet, and many martial arts cultivators present are all on fire.

This year is not what it used to be, even if you are a cultivator, you may not be able to cultivate the supernatural powers that penetrate the heavens and the earth. It can't be said that in addition to alchemy, your Pure Yang Sect doesn't have a few Dao methods that can suppress the scene, so even if you count it, the status and the martial arts sect present are not as strong as that.

However, the representatives of several sects and families who were the leading ones didn't say anything, and these martial cultivators could only suppress their anger.

It didn't take long for Jiang Le, who they had been waiting for, to finally show up when the time was approaching ten o'clock.

"Ha Lu Ha I'm sorry, I was scared by a large group of bad guys during the day yesterday, I slept a little late at night, and I woke up a little late today. Jiang Leha laughed, saying apologies in his mouth, but there was no apology on his face.

Several angry martial artists who looked like this almost couldn't help but stand up and scold their mother.

Everyone here is used to being served, and there is one who says that he is waiting for others, and most people are waiting for them.

"It's okay, Daoist Jiang is not late. A rich old man got up and said with a smile.

Jiang Le looked at him and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

The rich old man smiled: "The old Zhao Xinming has been added as the master of the three sects. ”

"I've heard of the three sects, it is said to be a very domineering sect, crisscrossing the three sects and nine streams, and majestic!" Jiang Le praised.

The rich old man was not happy, his eyes flashed, and he smiled without saying a word.

However, the two middle-aged men standing behind the rich old man glared at Kang Qing angrily, and the blood on his body was boiling, full of murderous intent.

Jiang Leming is a compliment, but the content is demeaning.

What is the vertical and horizontal three sects and nine streams, this is not obvious to say that the three sects are underworld organizations, and they can't be on the stage!

"Jiang Daoyou, we are here to discuss cooperation with your faction, and entertaining outside the door doesn't seem to be decent hospitality. Then someone spoke again.

Jiang Le looked over.

It was a thin old man with a goatee, his hair coiled, and a gray robe.

Jiang Le first looked at him in surprise, and then found out.

This old man in a Dao robe is actually full of blood and energy, and there is no mana fluctuation.

Grinning, Jiang Le said: "My master is a cultivator, practicing in seclusion, not a fellow Taoist, not accepted, and I also invite Daoist Haihan." ”

The goatbeard Taoist snorted coldly: "What bullshit rules, I've never heard of them." When you say that, I can understand that you are despising all of us here?"

Jiang Le smiled and asked, "What if it is?" (To be continued......