Mystic God-level Emperor System

"It should come... After all, many dragon blood warriors have rushed here."

Mang Hua said while looking at the situation on the road.

After a pause, "What kind of martial arts conference is being held in the rivers and lakes of the deserted country this time? I think it may be a little weird. Could it be a trap specially designed to hunt us?"

"It's not a trap, is it? But they should know that there will be a trial every thirty years, so it's not surprising that they have some preparations."

Leopard said.

Paused, "Nowadays so many warriors are rushing to Qingyun Temple, should we also get in?"

"No, no one is allowed to wear bamboo hats in the deserted country. You and I look like this. If we mix in, we will be exposed immediately. If we are surrounded by dragon blood warriors, we will definitely die!"

Mang Hua shook his head, "What's more, the strength of the old man Qingyun is extraordinary. The last time Prince Longsheng and others also suffered a little loss in his hands, this is the old Yuandan who has obtained the bloodstone for more than a hundred years!"

"actually……"

A hint of smirk appeared on Baozuo's face, "I got a few magical weapons this time, which can help people change their appearance, but they can only last for a day before they are destroyed."

"There are still such divine soldiers?"

Mang Hua frowned slightly: "Why didn't you take it out earlier?"

"It's also to be prepared, not to mention that if you use one, you will lose one. I only brought four, and it cost me a total of four thousand spirit coins!"

Leopard said.

"Here, I'll give you how many spirit coins."

Mang Hua snorted coldly.

After a while, both of them took off their bamboo hats, and their appearances had turned into those of ordinary humans.

Although it is not as natural as the bullying mask, as long as you don't look carefully, you still can't see the problems on the faces of the two.

After the disguise was successful, the two walked out of the forest and went to Qingyun Temple together with many warriors.

In addition to Manghua and Baozuo, there are still several groups of Tianjiao of the giant city lurking in the mountains around Qingyun Temple.

They were not stupid enough to go directly to Qingyun Temple, but were prepared to sit here and wait for the opportunity.

Only those who were born in the same race of human race and whose faces would not be seen by others turned into spies and went to Qingyun Temple to find out the truth for everyone.

Su Han stood in front of the mountain gate of Qingyun Temple, watching warriors with different costumes continuously entering the temple, his eyes were rippling with purple light, and he silently looked at the inner scene of Qingyun Temple.

They arrived here an hour ago.

But Bei Gui Mu Xia and the others had too perverse appearances, and basically did not have the conditions to sneak into Qingyun Temple, so Su Han arranged to meet them at a distance.

"One, two, three..."

"Twelve Dragon Blood Warriors..."

Su Han looked away.

There are only two dragon blood warriors in Qingyun Temple, one of them is the old man who is revered as Qingyun old fairy.

The opponent's strength is extremely strong, and his aura is already comparable to that of the middle stage of concentration. It is indeed much stronger than ordinary dragon blood warriors.

The other person was a young man who had been holding a long knife, leaning against the door of a large hall, observing the warriors who entered Qingyun Temple with cold eyes.

Su Han noticed that no matter who it is, as long as they see this young man, there will be a respectful expression on their face.

Besides, the remaining ten dragon blood warriors were all sitting in another hall and had no plans to show up.

This is obviously a trap!

"General Lin You is here too!"

"The person in the chariot is Wu Qilong, Prime Minister Wu, right?"

The warriors on the road to Qingyun Temple gave way one after another.

A chariot, guarded by countless knights, slowly moved towards Qingyunguan Mountain Gate. In front of the chariot, there was a tall middle-aged man with a face as cold as a knife and an axe!

This person is the number one general in the Huangze Kingdom, Lin You!

Everyone guessed that the only one who could use Lin You to open the way was Wu Qilong, the prime minister who was under one man and over ten thousand.

"This is the first time in hundreds of years in Jianghu that a martial arts conference will be held, and one person will be chosen as the leader of the martial arts alliance to rule over all the martial artists in the Jianghu.

Prime Minister Wu represents the court, and I am afraid that the position of leader not only requires martial arts, but also the approval of the court. "

"That's natural. It's impossible for the court to let people sit on such an important seat. I think Lord Dao and the old fairy Qingyun may become the leader of the martial arts today."

"Shut up, the meeting hasn't started yet, so don't express your opinion indiscriminately, lest someone who cares will listen to you and hold grudges in your heart."

"It's two more dragon blood warriors."

Su Han's eyes moved.

Lin You's strength was indeed very strong, but he was still inferior to that old fairy Qingyun and the young man with a long knife in his arms.

But……

The old man in the chariot looked like a great Confucian, but his life value was stronger than all the dragon blood warriors present!

Su Han's eyes swept away again, and at some point, with Qingyun Temple as the center, there were spies all over the surroundings.

These spies lurk in the darkness, quietly watching every warrior who enters Qingyun Temple.

Seeing that some spies seem to be paying attention to him, Su Han smiled and walked to Mang Hua and Bao Zuo.

The two froze for a moment, seeing that it was Su Han, their expressions suddenly became strange.

"Remember, from now on, we are the disciples of Huashan Sect. My name is Feng Qingyang, Manghua's name is Yue Buqun, and Bao Zuo's name is Linghu Chong."

The two looked at Su Han like a ghost.

"Who are you?"

After a few breaths of silence, Baozuo said.

"Don't pretend, I can tell you your disguise technique at a glance."

Su Han said.

Hearing this, Mang Hua turned around and planned to leave.

"Don't worry, other people won't be able to see it. The main reason is that I am also good at disguise."

Su Han comforted with a smile.

Only then did the two feel more at ease, Mang Hua glanced at Bao Zuo, "This disguise technique is only worth one hundred spirit coins."

Bao Zuo's face turned slightly red.

"Remember your names, don't show off."

Su Han smiled, and walked towards Qingyun Temple first.

Inside the temple, there are Taoist priests registering the origins and names of everyone.

"Huashan sect? Is there such a sect in Huangze?"

Taoist Zhike sized up Su Han and the others with a strange expression.

"Master was just established ten years ago, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it."

Su Han smiled.

"I see."

Taoist Zhike nodded slightly.

There are indeed many small sects and sects in Huangze, but in this martial arts conference, they all popped up one after another.

"May I have your name?"

After the Zhike Taoist registered Su Han's name, he looked at Mang Hua.

Mang Hua smiled, "There are no groups in Xiayue."

He thought to himself that the name Su Han chose was very nice.

Outstanding.

It is echoing his temperament.

After this trial is over, this name may be kept and used as the name of other people.

"Linghu Chong."

Bao Zuo also reported his name. After everything was registered, Taoist Zhike pointed out the direction to Su Han and the others: "Go over there, there is the Sanqing Palace, where the meeting will be held, and the one standing at the door is the world-renowned Daojun. Wait, don't collide."