The Emerald Tower

Wumeng Mountain, where the Wumeng headquarters is located.

The peaks are gentle but high, and there are endless buildings nestled in them.

Among them, the highest point is naturally where the leader of the Wumeng League is located, and then the twelve independent courtyards are where the twelve pavilions are located, followed by various wing rooms and guest rooms, which are distributed in different styles.

And in a room near the mountainside.

The Daoist was pacing in the room, dancing the already bald whiskers from time to time.

The drunk held the wine jar and watched the drunkard pacing. Every time the drunkard turned around, the drunk would take a sip. At this moment, two empty wine jars were already placed at the drunk's feet.

Cracking Eagle seemed to be immersed in his own world. The white cloth, little by little, wiped the long sword in his hand to make it brighter.

None of the three spoke.

In other words, the interest in the conversation has long since disappeared with the waiting of four days.

What disappeared together was... patience.

"Infinite Heaven!"

The Daoist stopped his footsteps and shouted aloud.

"Let's go!"

Diandao said so.

"It should have been so!"

The drunk said with a grin.

Cracking Eagle didn't speak, but stood up after taking the sword into its sheath, obviously, he could set off at any time.

Just when the three of them were about to leave, one person walked in.

Tall figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a face of righteousness.

"Daoist!"

The tall man called Diandao Ren.

"Master Zhao!"

The name of Diandao shows the identity of the person.

One of the twelve halls of the Wu League, Zhao Gang, the "Iron Arm God Fist", is born with supernatural power. Coupled with a horizontal training, he ranks among the best in the twelve halls of the Wu League.

"Master still didn't wake up..."

Zhao Gang shook his head, his face was filled with unresolved sadness.

As a direct disciple of the leader of the Wu League, no one is more worried about his master than Zhao Gang.

"The old guy will definitely be able to survive this time. He has survived for so many years. There is no reason, this time he can't survive!"

The Daoist comforted each other, and at the same time, explained his intentions.

"Dao Master is leaving?"

Zhao Gang asked in surprise.

"Well, I have agreed to meet in the capital of'Huiwu', and now more than half of the time has passed. I need to leave immediately!"

The Daoist nodded.

"Tao Master is going to the capital of'Huiwu'?"

Zhao Gang looked surprised.

This time the so-called ‘Wu Wu’, the Wu League has already sent some insignificant people to participate.

For the White Night Royal Family, the Wumeng did not want to tear the skin, but it would never completely obey.

Therefore, there has long been a plan to delay.

However, Diandao, as one of the few holy ranks outside of the White Night Royal Family and Wu League, had to participate in person. This is obviously different from what Zhao Gang had guessed.

After all, the relationship between Diandao Ren and Wumeng, especially his personal relationship with his master, is quite deep.

I would never do such a dismantling thing.

unless……

"Master, do you want it?"

Zhao Gang asked subconsciously when he thought of something.

"Well, I found a solution. I originally wanted to contact more people through the old guy's reputation, but now the old guy is unconscious... I can only spare my old face and contact as many as I can. people!"

The Daoist nodded and said.

"But the White Night Royal Family is the'Children of Heaven'. Any rash action will only provoke'Heaven's Punishment'..."

"Then, let's change the sky--at the beginning I also thought that the White Night Royal family was invincible. But someone said this and did what he said, and faced the'Heaven's Punishment' abruptly, and in the end it was safe and sound. !"

The Daoist waved his hand and interrupted Zhao Gang's words.

"how can that be?!"

Zhao Gang looked incredulous.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. But I've witnessed everything, so...I'm going to give it a try-maybe this time the Wumeng can be delayed. But the old-fashioned way is too imaginary, but it can't be delayed. Now! Rather than being cut off the inheritance. It's better to fight!"

The Daoist said slowly, his voice full of firmness.

"Master, wait a moment, I want to discuss with other museum owners!"

Zhao Gang's eyes also showed brilliance, and he said straightly.

"it is good!"

The Daoist nodded, and Zhao Gang immediately got up and left.

"You two go down the mountain immediately and wait for me at Shiliting in the south of Wumeng Mountain!"

After Zhao Gang left, the Daoist directly ordered the drunk and Split Eagle.

"Since I have seen the fault, why not go together!"

Cracking Eagle looked at the Daoist incomprehensibly.

"The Taoist commander is still a little unwilling to give up, wanting the last fight, and hope that in the end someone has a conscience!"

The drunk glanced at the indifferent Daoist, and said slowly.

"It's already rotten to the bone, there is no hope!"

Cracking Eagle snorted coldly.

"I believe Zhao Gang! However, you can't take you to adventure, you go first, the old way will be able to rush there afterwards!"

The Taoist man took a deep breath and said.

"Is it afraid that we will be dragged down?"

The drunk man carried the wine jar and walked out staggeringly.

"Humph!"

With such a cold snort, Cracking Eagle left quickly.

And when they both left, the Daoist sat cross-legged in the chair.

He was waiting while adjusting his state.

Strive to be able to deal with any unexpected problems.

The four days of coming to Wumeng were enough to make Diandao people discover that his old friend was in a coma. Some changes in Wumeng Mountain may not be visible right now, but for four days in a row, some abnormalities have already been printed in the eyes of Diandao people.

And this made Diandao Ren frowned.

The faction dispute that should only exist in the White Night Royal Family actually appeared on Wumeng Mountain.

And he, an outsider with an unknown position, was naturally guarded.

Except for the "Iron Arm Fist" Zhao Gang, everyone he saw was with layers of separation. It makes people look strange.

Even the coma of an old friend...

Ugh!

After thinking of something that made him even more unwilling to think about it, he sighed and couldn't help appearing in the mouth of the Daoist.

Then, a chaotic footstep sounded.

No need to look with eyes. The Daoist would know that a group of people surrounded the yard where he lived.

Isn't it OK after all?

The Daoist sighed again in his heart.

He intends to use Zhao Gang's mouth to convey the favorable news he has to the people on Wumeng Mountain, hoping that these people can unanimously outside.

But, obviously, he failed.

And just when the Dian Taoist sighed secretly. A burst of shouts came, but the Daoist was angry--

"Danger, you united with Zhao Gang to be unfavorable to the leader. Now that the matter has been revealed, Zhao Gang has already fallen. Do you still want to resist?"

Snapped!

Following the shouting, a package was thrown into the room.

Grumblingly rolled to the feet of the Daoist.

As it rolled, the outer skin of the package split open, revealing the head inside.

The head of Zhao Gang, the owner of the 12th Pavilion of the Wu League, the "Iron Wall Dragon".

In the blood, Zhao Gang glared at him, with unwillingness and disbelief on his face, a resentment and depression brewing on the top level.

"Never, immeasurable Tianzun!"

The Daoist nodded to his head, with deep guilt and self-blame.

He couldn't believe it. He just needed Zhao Gang to pass a word and a message, but Zhao Gang just died!

As the master of the 12th Hall of the Wumeng League. The strength of the "Iron Arm God Fist" reached the holy level, and Zhao Gang, who practiced horizontally, died like this.

In the mind of the Daoist, the situation at that time even emerged——

Zhao Gang, who summoned the owner of the remaining twelve museums, said the news excitedly.

One of them expressed joy, and then, while Zhao Gang was not paying attention. Suddenly attacked.

After a hit, the remaining martial arts masters around him shot one after another.

Only this way. Zhao would die so neat and silent just now. He didn't even perceive it at all.

"Wu Meng is so rotten!"

Dien Dao suddenly thought of Dean's disdain and contempt for Wu Meng when he parted with Dean. At that time, he still thought that this was a misunderstanding between Dean and Wu Meng.

But now it seems...

He was blinded himself.

"Dangerous people, don't hesitate to get caught!"

There was another shout from outside.

"Peng Yu'an, "Quick Sword Without Shadow," Liao Qiusheng, "Hundred Steps Fist" Lin Tianshou..."

The Daoist people perceive the outside atmosphere one by one, and mutter the outside names one by one.

These names are put on the outside, and all are well-known and admirable characters.

Because they are the masters of the twelve martial arts halls.

At the same time, he was also the murderer who killed Zhao Gang of "Iron Arm Fist".

"I'm sorry, old friend! The old way of thinking is hard to calm down, today we are going to kill!"

While talking, the Daoist pulled out the sword behind him and rushed straight out.

...

Dean received a letter from the Daoist on the sixth morning.

After reading the reply, Dean was silent.

Four of the twelve museum masters of the Wu League were beheaded and killed by the Daoist, and the Daoist was also seriously injured. If he were not rescued by the drunk and the cracked eagle, he would definitely fall on the spot.

However, even so, the Daoist was seriously injured, and in a short period of time there was no fighting power at all.

"The'Huaiwu' hasn't started yet. The twelve hall masters of the Wu League have already gone halfway. They have absolute prestige among the scattered forces. It can be said that the other leader's Daoist is also seriously injured and has no combat effectiveness..."

Dean muttered to himself.

Dean can be sure that this is definitely not a coincidence.

There is an invisible big hand that controls everything.

And the origin of this big hand, Shiyou* came from the White Night Royal Family.

After contacting the situation of the White Night Royal Family at this moment, Dean became more and more sure.

After all, the emperor of White Night is not as simple as passing from father to son, but the capable.

This ability ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is not only our own strength, but also our own merit.

In terms of strength, the White Night Royal Family now has four comparable figures.

Therefore, if these four princes want to be on the Dabao, they need merit!

And what is the achievement of eradicating the Wumeng and scattered forces in the world, which is more recognized?

"Who is it?"

Dean guessed.

ps second more~

Because the first chapter is late, so this chapter is also late...

Decadent won't tell you that this afternoon, I also took time to go downstairs to eat kebabs~

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