"Ouch, it hurts so much!"
"Daoist, you!"
The late Daoist child was shocked to see the tree covering his right eye and screaming.
The tree was in so much pain that he squatted on the ground. Xie Tian's dark fist had hit him so hard that he didn't even have the chance to close his eyes. How could it not hurt when his eyeball was in direct contact with the fist?
The pain in his eyes aside, the discomfort in his heart was killing him because he had been beaten by Xie Tian!
Although he also valued Xie Tian, he valued Xie Tian's temperament. In terms of combat power, he had never taken Xie Tian seriously.
He even said, "What lucky guy? Grow up quickly and be qualified to fight me!"
In less than two years, Xie Tian was qualified, and he was even qualified to injure him.
"Sneak attack! This kid has learned bad things!"
The tree tried to open his right eye but found that he couldn't. He quickly used his Ethereal Force to refine it, but something shocking happened again. His refining speed was strangely slow!
"Damn, what kind of power is this? I have the Yin-Yang Ethereal Force, ranked third in the Four Symbols Ethereal Force!" The tree murmured in shock, forgetting the pain for a moment.
Seeing that the tree was no longer in pain, the Daoist child quickly said, "Daoist, the meeting is about to start. If you don't go now, it will be too late!"
"Look at me, how can I go? Ouch, it hurts!" The tree grimaced in pain.
"But Daoist Tongtian said that if you don't go, he will tell the Celestial Wind Sect!"
"Go, go, go! I can't go!"
Although it was called a meeting, it was actually a meeting between the protagonists of the Dao Palace and the death camp before the conference.
Although the two sides had many contacts in the past three thousand years, they were all high-level or high-level contacts. They were far from the realm of magic power and Ethereal Force.
Therefore, it was not a bad thing for the conference to meet each other before the fight began. Both sides could have a baseline or find their own opponents.
However, in private, the upper echelons of both sides had agreed that even if they were allowed to test each other at the small meeting, they could not go overboard. After all, there was only half a month until the Exchange Meet. When the time came, the Divine Emperor would be there in person, so no one dared to be careless.
The location of the meeting was a famous scenic spot in the Heaven Awaken World's inner city. It was called Mount Erying, and it was said that it was the place where the founding emperor of the Jin dynasty, Divine Halberd, had first met with Xie Wudi.
Even if it was just a place where they met, anyone who could come into contact with these two people would become the focal point of the history of the Central Continent for the past three thousand years.
When Du Long and the other two arrived at Mount Er Ying, the officials of the Jin dynasty who had been waiting for a long time hurried forward to lead the way.
"Wait!"
The Martial Disciple stopped, as if he wanted to sit cross-legged and cultivate to remove the bruise on his right eye. However, after hesitating for a while, he shook his head and sighed.
"You've waited more than ten times." Du Long said.
Hearing this, Wu Tu felt a sharp pain in his teeth. He wanted to touch his swollen right eye, but he did not dare to touch it. The more he touched it, the more it hurt.
"Puchi!"
Hong Yi could not help but laugh. She looked much better now. After all, to her, a silent Xie Tian was much scarier than one who attacked.
"What's the big deal about a little injury? Let's go!"
Wu Tu threw caution to the wind and strode up the mountain.
In the Erying Hall on Mount Er Ying, there were three main seats and nearly a hundred seats below them. The hundred seats were divided into two rows, and the two rows were further divided into two rows.
Currently, the three main seats were still empty, but most of the seats in the two rows were already occupied.
On the Dao Palace's side, five out of the six Daoists had already arrived. They sat in the front row, and behind them were sixteen core disciples.
These twenty geniuses seemed to be calm, but most of them would glance to the other side from time to time with solemn expressions.
Sitting opposite the Dao Palace were the people from the Death Camp. In the front row were the twelve first-rate geniuses of the Death Camp's seven battalions. All of them were dressed in black armor, and their eyes were closed. They had no interest in the Dao Palace's geniuses.
The Erying Hall that had been struggling to maintain its calm was finally broken.
"As the host, how dare they ignore us!"
"They are indeed lacking in manners, but that's normal. After all, they are all soldiers with no brains!"
The young geniuses from the Dao Palace could not help but mutter. The twelve geniuses from the Death Camp all opened their eyes.
"No brains? I remember three thousand years ago, it was a bunch of soldiers with no brains who broke into a lousy training ground called the Dao Palace!"
"A bunch of newbies who just left the nest. I can kill half a dozen with one palm!"
"What a scandal!"
Daoist Tongtian frowned and shouted coldly. Seeing the core disciples sit down unwillingly, he frowned and looked at the first person opposite him. "This must be the Spirit Body of Du 'e, Fellow Daoist Fengyun. Please restrain yourself a little."
"We are of the same rank, so there is no restraint," Fengyun said lightly. "Moreover, we are all soldiers, and we do things that kill. It is already an exception for us to accompany you with words."
Daoist Tongtian raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that his good intentions would be ignored. He was about to open his mouth to retort when someone on his side spoke.
"Don't talk about killing every time you open your mouth. You make yourself sound like a butcher."
Wu Sha sneered and glanced at the people from the Death Camp. "Legend has it that everyone in the Death Camp is an unparalleled expert. Why are there only twelve of you? Don't tell me you don't even have enough people? I heard that my second brother will be coming as well. What, are you scared of me?"
Fengyun frowned slightly. At that moment, footsteps came from outside the hall. Everyone turned around and saw Du Long and the other two.
"Haha, two one-eyed dragons!"
The disciples of the Dao Palace burst into laughter. Wu Sha even stood up and pointed at the leading Martial Disciple with a smile. "Oh, my poor second brother. What kind of divine art did you cultivate? Is it the legendary One Look Divine? Haha!"
Before the enraged Martial Disciple could speak, Du Long turned to look at one of the people at the back of the Dao Palace. His closed eye slowly opened a slit.
"Stop!"
Daoist Tongtian was shocked and hurriedly threw a peerless True Artifact in the direction of Du Long's gaze. Suddenly, there was the sound of metal clashing and the peerless True Artifact instantly turned to dust.
The core disciple who was being stared at by Du Long screamed and fell backwards. There was a bright red dot on his forehead.
"Immortal Slaying Sword Eye!"
The disciples of the Dao Palace were shocked. Even the Daoist Swordwolf, who was emitting a sharp sword intent, looked at Du Long seriously. His sword eyes were filled with fighting intent.
"I am Du Long."
Du Long said quietly and then glanced at the Swordwolf before walking to the second row of the Death Camp.
The people of the Dao Palace were temporarily speechless because of the appearance of the Immortal Slaying Sword Eye. Du Long and the other two who had just sat down were scolded by the twelve people in front of them.
"Such a big event and you're late!"
"Do you think the Death Camp's order is a joke? Hmph, as expected, you're just a reserve soldier!"
"Especially you, Martial Disciple. You've been idling around every day and causing trouble. Is that right eye of yours trying to stir up trouble by making a name?"
"You've made a fool of yourself in such an occasion. Hurry up and heal yourself!"
Du Long was silent, Hong Yi frowned, and Martial Disciple was so angry that his whole body was trembling. If those words had been said by someone from the Dao Palace, he would not have reacted this way. But he never would have thought that it would be someone from his side who was using his eye to criticize him!
As the second young master of the Wu Clan, he had never suffered such humiliation other than from someone as evil as Xie Tian. He was about to curse out loud when hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Outside the Jin Dynasty's military headquarters, Xie Tian quickly handed the military token to the golden-armored soldier guarding the door and said, "I'm under orders to deliver a letter to Xing!"
“?? Bribery?? Jurisdiction? Yi? Yi Cang Judge Xian Bi?? Mu Er
The golden-armored soldier waved his hand impatiently and chased Xie Tian into the military headquarters. He then looked at the people coming from not far away and straightened his back, a look of extreme respect on his face.
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