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Shi Feng pondered for a moment and said, "I think there are only two ways. One is to tell everyone the previous speculation, so that everyone can believe us, form an alliance, and fight against the demon king together..."

"What if they don't believe it? After all, the two of us are only in the early stage of Jindan, and our words don't carry any weight."

"Then we can only use another method, find a way to trick them into going to the Siguo Hall."

"Cheat? How to cheat?"

Shi Feng shook his head, "I haven't figured out how to cheat specifically, I'll try to find someone to help me first."

After speaking, Shi Feng sent a message to the fat man in the crowd, "Master Huang, how are you?"

The fat middle-aged man was Huang Zhuxuan, the head of the second Huang family of the Eighteen Alliances in Shuzhong. He was very surprised when he heard the rumors about Shi Feng, "Daoyou, are you calling me?"

"Yes. I am a friend of Yan Sanye, the uncle of Yan. I met Yan Sanye in Chaoxian Cave not long ago, and he asked me to say hello to you."

"Oh, so you are a friend of Yan Laosan." Fatty Huang's tone suddenly softened a lot, "Daoyou, what's your name?"

"I dare not, my surname is Shi, and my given name is Feng."

Fat Huang's mind raced, and then he clapped his hands, "I remember! Daoyou Shi is a master from Taiji Sect in Yandi."

Shi Feng was stunned. For many years, he was used to others ignoring him. Even in Taiji Sect, not many people knew him. He didn't expect Fatty Huang to call out his origins all of a sudden.

"Master Huang actually recognized an unknown junior like me?"

"An unknown junior?" Fatty Huang laughed, "Fellow Daoist Shi is too modest! In the last martial arts conference, you defeated He Bufan, a fifth-grade weapon refiner, in your last battle as a ninth-grade weapon refiner, and shocked everyone. I was there.

When Fellow Daoist Shi came to the lecture platform just now, I felt that you looked familiar.

It's just that Fellow Daoist Shi was a foundation-building disciple back then, and after decades, he has successfully formed a pill, so I didn't recognize him for a while.

By the way, Taoist Ganchu is your uncle, right? Is he in good health?"

"Yes! Uncle is always in good health." Shi Feng was secretly surprised. Huang Zhuxuan and I only met once, but after so many years, he could still remember him! It seems that these sect leaders have their own strengths. It would be ridiculous if I judged people by appearance.

Tu Er and Tie Zhan were still fighting fiercely on the field. Shi Feng was worried about Xiao Hulu's safety and said, "Master Huang, you have been in the illusion for so long, have you heard about the Demon King Boqi?"

This time it was Fatty Huang's turn to be stunned, "Demon King Boqi, isn't he sleeping in the Liyuan? What happened?"

Shi Feng immediately told the details of the conversation between Demon King Boqi and Thunderstorm Beast King in Changchun Tower, and then the head of the short demon in the underground palace of Taisu City was bitten off, Chishe was injured, and Zheng Jiao was killed.

The smile on Fatty Huang's face gradually disappeared, "Fellow Daoist Shi, are all these things you said true?"

"Master Huang is a senior and a good friend of Master Yan San, how dare I make up rumors! These things are what I saw with my own eyes. Master Huang doesn't believe it, you can ask other people."

"Fellow Daoist Shi is the nephew of Taoist Ganchu and a good friend of the Yan brothers. I naturally believe your words. Then what happened? Where did the demon king go?"

"I haven't seen the demon king since I came to Peacock Palace from Taisu City. Master Huang, I have some guesses, please give me some advice..."

"Fellow Daoist Shi, you're welcome, you go."

So, Shi Feng briefly described what he saw in the ancestral hall murals, and then told his own inferences. Fatty Huang was more and more frightened as he listened.

He was about to speak, but suddenly there was a loud noise on the field, interrupting the conversation between the two.

It turned out that Tie Zhan couldn't take it down for a long time, and the mountain-chopping knife turned into a black light, but this black light was just a cover, mixed with a burst of purple lightning, which was the second time Tie Zhan used the hairpin on his head.

It turns out that although the hair needles of the Purple Flame Dragon Lion are powerful, they consume a lot of blood and essence, so they cannot be activated continuously, and there must be a period of time in between.

Tu Er was almost ambushed by the hair needles the first time, so how could he not be on guard? When he attacked again, he hid his left hand in his sleeve and crushed a yellow talisman early.

When Tie Zhan's purple light suddenly appeared, Tu Er shouted loudly, and the bottom of his sleeves flashed with golden light. A big peng bird appeared and turned into a golden light to envelop Tu Er.

This layer of light seemed to be only a thin layer, but Tie Zhan's hair needles could not penetrate it. The two collided and made a loud noise. The majestic air wave made the surrounding cultivators involuntarily step back a few steps.

"What kind of talisman is this?" Shi Feng asked Feng Qitong, the talented woman of the Nine Talisman Sect.

"It's the Golden Peng Talisman, a fifth-grade gold defensive talisman. Even an ordinary Yuanying early stage cultivator cannot break it."

"This Mr. Tu Er has quite a few unique skills!"

Feng Qitong nodded, "Duanlong Valley is one of the three major forces in southern Xinjiang, and Tu Er is the valley master. He must have no shortage of treasures."

When Tie Zhan saw the Golden Peng Talisman, he showed deep fear in his eyes. He couldn't think of any good way to break it.

Tu Er's face was also solemn. His talisman had limited power, and Tie Zhan had purple hair. Who knows how many hair needles he could still send out.

Both sides were thinking about countermeasures in their hearts. For a while, they were separated by seven or eight feet, each holding a weapon, and confronting each other without moving.

Bao Chong suddenly shouted, "A Ru Zhong wants to fight? It's been more than an hour, and it's already night."

Indeed, Tie Zhan and Tu were evenly matched. Unknowingly, the sun gradually set in the west, and it was already Shen time.

White Fang said calmly, "If you didn't fight enough during the day, then fight at night! Didn't you just agree with your fellow railway friends that you must decide the winner? Whoever runs away is a coward!"

"Fighting at night? It's dark. Aren't you afraid of monsters?" Although Bao Chong is straightforward, he is not stupid. Even if the moonstone is illuminated at night, the light is not as bright as during the day. And Tie Zhan is a dragon and lion demon cultivator who can see at night, which is a big advantage.

White Fang bared his fangs, "Monsters? Aren't we just monsters that have cultivated human form? Do you mean us by monsters?"

Bao Chong quickly explained, "The monsters I mentioned are not you, I am talking about the monsters in the fantasy world."

White Teeth laughed, "It's a joke. How can the local monsters get into the Peacock Palace? You didn't see the beasts coming to a halt before they reached the gate, and you didn't even dare to cross the Thunder Pond."

When Feng Qitong heard this, he hurriedly sent a message to Shi Feng, "Brother Shi, why don't you take the opportunity to tell everyone the truth of the matter!"

Shi Feng nodded slightly and took a step forward, waiting to speak.

Suddenly, someone on the field shouted loudly, "Do you really think that the monsters outside are afraid to rush in because there are restrictions in the Peacock Palace?"

Shi Feng turned around in shock. The person who spoke was none other than Wan Shitong.

White Fang said in surprise, "What are you talking about? The reason why the beasts didn't come in was because of the ban of the Peacock Palace. What else could it be?"

Tie Zhan sneered, "The beasts don't dare to come in. Of course, it's not because they're afraid of the Peacock Palace's restrictions, but because they're afraid of Mr. Wan's bragging."

Obviously, he also knows the ins and outs of Wan Shitong. His cultivation level is not high, but he is very articulate. He travels to various major sects on weekdays, asking for help, helping people with things, and earning some spiritual stones.

This kind of profession is like a counselor at best, but it is like an errand boy at worst.

Wan Shitong suddenly looked embarrassed. He took a breath and said loudly, "What Wan said is related to the lives of everyone present, and it is definitely not an exaggeration."

Hearing this, Tie Zhan sneered, "Tie's life is his own, and it's none of your business."

Wan Shi Channel said, "Then your Excellency is not allowing Wan to speak?"

Tie Zhan glanced at him, "So what if I don't allow you to speak?" A fierce murderous aura emerged from his brows, and everyone else felt a twinge of fear.

Wan Shitong felt cold and avoided looking at Tie Zhan.