"Hero, may I know where this is?" Yan Chixia walked around and found that there were many strange creatures in the Myriad World Mall. How many were there?
Moreover, these strange creatures did not have the slightest bit of demon energy, as if they were born that way, born with spiritual wisdom.
This was completely different from what Yan Chixia knew.
"I am Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan sect." Yue Buqun had a kind face as he bowed and cupped his fist.
"I am Yan Chixia, a Daoist priest who hunts ghosts and vanquishes demons," Yan Chixia replied without thinking.
When Yue Buqun heard this, his pupils shrank. He didn't expect to meet a daoist priest.
No matter how good this daoist was, in Wanjie Lou, a daoist priest was a very rare profession. This was a person worthy of 'deep friendship'.
"This Myriad World Tavern is a shop opened by an unparalleled great deity. It sells all sorts of items in the Myriad World. There are Wuxia secret manuals, technological strengthening medicinal liquids, and dao arts of Daoists like Brother Yan." Yue Buqun explained in detail.
"I'm afraid brother Yan hasn't entered Wanjie Lou yet, so you don't know much about the Myriad World Mall. How about I accompany you?" Yue Buqun said heartily.
Yan Chixia looked at the straightforward Yue Buqun and suddenly had a good impression of him. This person was worth befriending.
"Thank you, brother Yue." Yan Chixia thanked him.
With Yue Buqun's acting talent, he quickly chatted with Yan Chixia. Those who didn't know would think that they were good friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
"Those are the leaders of the Eight-Nation Alliance. They have a place in Wanjie Lou and are not easy to provoke." Yue Buqun pointed to eight men in the crowd with pale golden eyes, wearing different colors and different styles of clothes. They gathered together and talked loudly.
There was a faint aura around them, and few people dared to approach.
"The three of them are peak experts at the Xiantian Great Success Stage. Two of them are terrifyingly talented in the way of the sword. They are also good friends." Yue Buqun was speechless when he thought of Feng Qingyang's miserable defeat.
In his eyes, his invincible Martial Uncle was beaten by one of the young men.
"That's Lord Tiedan Zhu Ignores. He's deeply trusted by the owner, and he's secretly the number one martial arts expert in Wanjie Lou." Yue Buqun pointed at the violet-robed man with a solemn expression and a domineering aura.
They always used swords when sparring or fighting. If they were more advanced, they would hit their opponent's acupoints from a distance. This guy would grab a huge rock from a distance and throw it at his opponent.
"Who can endure that? I'm afraid only that sweeping monk can fight him," Yue Buqun said with some uncertainty.
"That young man is the undisputed number one Dao technique expert in Wanjie Lou." Yue Buqun looked at Wang Xiaoer, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a bitter expression on his face. Why was the gap between them so big?
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Yue Buqun introduced some of the famous people in Wanjie Lou to Yan Chixia one by one.
"Who is that?" Yan Chixia pointed at a middle-aged man not far away, who was swaying from side to side like a rooster, with a large group of people crowding around him.
"Him, the Mongolian Great Khan, Mengke. He has hundreds of thousands of cavalry under his command, and is currently one of the strongest empires in Wanjie Lou," Yue Buqun said. He didn't have a good impression of this foreign emperor.
"Last time, when the ten thousand worlds attacked together, there were more than twenty countries and more than fifty sects that planned to attack the Mongolians. In the end, the Mongolians retreated from the territory they occupied in Great Song, and the royal family of Great Song actually started to kill all the heroes who resisted. In the end, the flames of war started in Great Song, and they didn't have the time to pursue the Mongolians," Yue Buqun said with some reluctance. Back then, the Huashan sect had also signed up to participate in the attack.
That shining golden merit disappeared without a trace, and now it was difficult to enter other worlds.
Yan Chixia, who was at the side, was shocked. More than thirty countries and more than fifty sects besieging. How annoying was this to attract so much hatred?
"Move aside." The two burly men in armor in front of the Mongolian Great Khan, Mengke, pushed a young man in black clothes in front of them. He had a jade-like face, sword-like eyebrows, and a curious expression on his face.
"Don't you see the Mongolian Great Khan here? Scram," one of the burly men said. When he saw the young man dressed like a Han, he couldn't help but feel angry.
The Mongolian cavalry had fought hard on the fertile land for many years, but because of these hateful Han people, they were not a match for them, so they actually used such a shameless method to attack together.
The Mongolian army didn't even have time to pack their belongings as they ran. Who knew how many cows, goats, and horses were lost along the way.
Although Wanjie Lou controlled the movement of the various worlds, the agreement from back then still existed. It was like a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the Mongolians, and they didn't know when it would fall, causing them to tremble in fear every day.
Even in Great Song, where there were endless battles, they didn't dare to interfere in case they were surrounded and attacked.
"What did you say?" The young man steadied himself and turned around. He stared coldly at the burly man, and a thick killing intent filled his heart.
Ever since he ascended to the throne, no one had dared to be so rude to him.
"Do you want to die, Han person?" The burly man retreated in fear under the young man's gaze. However, when he thought about how he had the entire Mongolian army behind him, he said fiercely.
"Is this what you want?" The young man glanced coldly at the burly man, then turned to look at the Mongolian Great Khan, Mengke, who had a mocking look on his face.
"Although my subordinate is rude, he isn't someone a small ant like you can criticize. Scram," the Mongolian Great Khan said with disdain. Mongolia was the strongest country in the world, and he controlled the Mongolian cavalry. Who dared to look down on him?
"Except for that hateful old monk. The next time I see him, I will hide far away so that he won't be able to find me." The Mongolian Great Khan, Mengke, thought to himself as he remembered the times he was beaten up by the monk.
"I am also the Emperor. Do you dare to start a war with me?" The young man said domineeringly. "The wager is 100,000 points. No matter who wins, 90% of the wager will go to Wanjie Lou."
"Good! Good! Good! " The Mongolian Great Khan, Mengke, said excitedly. Someone was giving him free points, and he could also flatter the owner of the shop. It was a good wager.
"Sure." The commotion attracted Zhou Yang's attention. He nodded and agreed.
How could he refuse free Value Points?
"Name: Ying Zheng.
Identity: The Legend of Qin, Qin Shi Huang. "
"How many troops will each side send?" The young man said expressionlessly.
"You decide."
The Mongolian Great Khan, Mengke, didn't care. He couldn't remember any country in history that was a match for the Mongolian cavalry.
"500,000 troops. After the auction, you and I will fight under the arrangement of Wanjie Lou." Ying Zheng's eyes were sharp, as if there was a cold light shooting out of them. He wanted to wipe out the entire army of the Mongolian army.
"Fine. Since you want your country to be destroyed, I won't be lenient." The Mongolian Great Khan, Mengke, said with a ferocious look. His eyes were red, and the murderous look on his body was comparable to Ying Zheng's.
"Remember, I am the First Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng." First Emperor Qin Ying Zheng strode towards the Myriad World Tavern under everyone's gaze.
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