Senior Yang Taizi was squatting on the ground with a dull look — He was asking why … to himself.
He should have a good hand of cards in his hands.
Look, the mountain of his sect, Huan Zhen Dao, was actually very close to the City of Abstinence. There were so many Taoist and Monster territories in Chellona, but none of them were as close as him.
Although Huan Zhen Dao was a small sect, including Zhan Er, there were only two people in the entire sect, but as the saying goes, there are too many monks and too little gruel … The master and disciple were in the same sect, and they even had their own mountain, so it was very comfortable to live there.
What's more, Yang Taizi knew himself well. He didn't have much talent in cultivation. His current cultivation was achieved through hard work — Even with the recovery of his soul, Yang Taizi couldn't make many breakthroughs. It was estimated that he would remain like this for the rest of his life.
But anyway, he was a member of the Taoist Association, and had a little fame in the business circle of the rich people in the nearby area. When he was free, he would walk on the stage and recite scriptures at dinner parties … A lot of worldly wealth would naturally be sent to him.
He had even accumulated enough wealth for himself to squander in the last few years of his unsuccessful cultivation. At the same time, he could also break the virginity technique that he had practiced for hundreds of years. Then, his life would not be in vain.
But why was it like this?
This old Taoist kept a low profile. If he couldn't win, he would run away. He only talked without fighting. He didn't even knock on the widow's door in the middle of the night. He only focused on Taoism. He ate simple tea and plain rice every day.
Yes, Yang Taizi did come to join in the fun. Huan Zhen Dao didn't have a sense of existence in the Taoist Association … Even many big sects didn't know about this sect if they didn't look at the list of the association — Therefore, Yang Taizi's name wasn't in the guest list of the Song Dynasty Hotel.
Senior Yang Taizi was furious!
He was lurking in the internal chat group of the Association of Dao Sects of the Divine Land every day. Seeing those old guys who were about the same age as him hanging out with young models every day, he couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet.
— No! I want to come too!
That was probably what happened. Senior Yang Taizi rushed all the way from the mountain of Huanzhen Sect to the City of Forbidden and got on an online hailing car, arriving at the gate of Song Dynasty Hotel.
"I'm Yang Taizi, the current head of Huan Zhen Dao, the mainstay of the Taoist Association. I'm here for the meeting!"
Then … there was no more then.
He was picked up by Gong Fanxing and Charlotte who happened to pass by — finally, he appeared here, in front of Mr. Song.
…
This was not the City of Exclusion, and Mr. Song did not deliberately conceal himself on this trip. It was just that his breath was condensed and did not leak out, but the aura of a powerful person was there.
What frightened Senior Yang Taizi was that he probably couldn't defeat any of them … He didn't know where they came from.
However, the conversation between Mister Song and Gong Fanxing seemed to be related to the Huanzhen Sect.
"How do you know my ancestor's name's?" Although Yang Taizi didn't know his situation, he was really curious about this guy who knew the origin of his sect.
Mr. Song didn't say anything, but Gong Fanxing said indifferently, "Your ancestor used to chase after me. How come I don't know him?"
"Nonsense, how could my ancestor …" Yang Taizi wanted to be tough.
But Gong Fanxing, the female devil of Chellona hundreds of years ago, made Senior Yang Taizi realize it himself.
Mr. Song said, "I didn't expect the descendant of Green Lotus Sword Immortal to be so useless. All the nobles, generals and ministers are nothing but a pile of yellow soil."
Yang Taizi was angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. Huan Zhen Dao had indeed declined, and this had been recorded in the ancient books of this sect for hundreds of years.
Huan Zhen Dao wasn't a big sect with a lot of followers, and it seemed to have a long history of laziness in accepting disciples — The ancestor only accepted two disciples, one of whom was even expelled from the sect. As for the other one, after the ancestor disappeared, there was no news about him.
The current Huan Zhen Dao was actually picked up by a manservant who was responsible for tending the fire in the sect.
This manservant was also a registered disciple of the ancestor, but he didn't learn any profound martial arts. After the ancestor disappeared, this manservant indeed integrated a new set of martial arts from the ancient books of the sect, but his achievement was limited.
For so many years, the aura of heaven and earth was declining day by day, and the sect didn't have the support of the core martial arts … The inheritance of Green Lotus Sword Immortal in Chellona had disappeared in the history.
Only some real old guys in the Taoism Association had some impression of Huan Zhen Dao … To be honest, the reason why Huan Zhen Dao could be registered in the Taoism Association was that Hundred Tribulation Taoist opened the back door for them — Yang Taizi heard that the ancestor of Huan Zhen Dao had once guided this evergreen tree of the Taoism Association, so he probably came here to repay his kindness.
However, as the current head of Huan Zhen Dao, how could he let it go when his sect was humiliated?
"I know my qualification is limited, and my achievement is also low!" Yang Taizi suddenly stood up, his robe fluttering, "You can humiliate me, but you can't humiliate our sect!"
"What do you want?" Mr. Song looked at him, his eyes sharp like a sword.
Yang Taizi's surging momentum was like a deflated balloon, he even said in a negotiating tone, "When you humiliate our sect, can you be gentler …"
The air suddenly became quiet … Wolfgang even opened his mouth subconsciously.
He didn't know who Taibai Jinxing was. When he came to this sub-world, there was no such person. Among the top experts in this sub-world, there was no Green Lotus Sword Immortal that he could remember.
Maybe it was a guy who always kept a low profile … When Wolfgang came to this sub-world, he didn't even know the existence of Mr. Song.
And he was freakishly powerful!
"Green Lotus Taibai's descendant is so timid, what's the use of keeping him?" Mr. Song snorted, killing intent flashing through his eyes.
At this time, Gong Fanxing suddenly said, "Your Honor, please wait. Listen to me."
"Speak!" Mr. Song directly put his hands behind his back and turned around.
Gong Fanxing stepped forward, whispering, "Your Honor, although Anzhen Sect has declined, Taibai Jinxing's true descendant is still alive … Qin Haodong has gotten Taibai's Green Lotus Sword Song, if he can complete Sword Codex one day, I'm afraid he'll be a big disaster. This old Taoist is the last descendant of Anzhen Sect, if we deal with him carelessly, I'm afraid we'll never be able to forgive Qin Haodong. "
Mr. Song said indifferently, "Are you pleading for mercy for Anzhen Sect?"
Gong Fanxing lowered his head and said, "How would I dare to do that? It's just that Your Honor needs more help … That Qin guy's attainments in swordsmanship are not weak. In time, he might become another Green Lotus Sword Fairy. How could Your Honor bear to part with such a talent?"
"It's not about giving up, it's about whether he can be used or not." Mr. Song said casually, "Taibai Jinxing was proud all his life, he was never used by others. His sword is unyielding, so is his disciple."
"But Taibai Jinxing's disciple is a woman." Gong Fanxing said, "As long as she's a woman, she won't be heartless … If Your Honor trusts me, I'll handle this matter."
"That Qin Haodong has a grudge with you, you treat her like an enemy, what do you plan to do?" Mr. Song asked directly.
"Qin Chuyu didn't know the truth of Taibai Jinxing's disappearance, she thought I knew his whereabouts. So, I can use him as a bait. " Gong Fanxing said slowly, "As long as she still wants to find Taibai Jinxing, we have enough bargaining chips."
Mister Song was silent … After a while, Mister Song said calmly, "Well, I've already missed Taibai Jinxing. If I can get the new Sword Immortal into my pocket, I'll settle one of my worries. I'll leave this matter to you."
"Yes, Your Honor!"
"Besides." Mr. Song suddenly turned around, looking straight at Yang Taizi, "Tomorrow's' Power Conference ', let's attend it in the name of Anzhen Sect! I … I want to make Anzhen Sect's name resound in Chellona once again. "
Senior Yang Taizi was shocked, saying, 'What?'
At this moment, Gong Fanxing also looked at Mr. Song in surprise, but she soon understood the intention of Mr. Song — he was trying to lure Qin Chuyu out.
The best way was to make Anzhen Sect's name appear in the eyes of the world, and this' Power Conference 'was obviously the best opportunity.
As for whether His Honor had other intentions, Gong Fanxing couldn't guess … The imperial family's thoughts were always unpredictable.
"Should we give Ferrell a heads up?"
Seeing Mr. Song was about to leave, Wolfgang came forward and asked.
Mr. Song waved his hand, "No need, he knows I'm coming, so he'll know I'm leaving."
…
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Midnight was the time when the vampires were at their most energetic.
The representatives of the 13 clans chose to leave the Forbidden City at this time and came to a camp that had been set up in the outskirts of the city long ago.
Many supernatural representatives chose to leave the city one day or half a day earlier for preparation, so Bailegang's group didn't encounter too many obstacles when they left the city.
After a series of reports, the agents of the Administration who were checking on the road directly let them go.
The camp of the 13 families was behind a mountain.
The Thirteen Clans were one of the oldest and most powerful factions in the European Continent. Their name and foundation were there for all to see, so no one in the vicinity dared to provoke them.
When Bailegang's group arrived at the camp, a medium-sized truck slowly drove into the camp.
The vampires of the 13 families immediately came forward and surrounded the truck — Obviously, they didn't know the arrival of this truck.
"You can leave first, leave this to me." At this time, Bailegan ordered the vampires who came with him to retreat, and then left him alone.
At this time, the door of the truck opened, and a young man with a cold face jumped out … It was a young man with silver palms — Gongsun Zhishui.
"I said, if there's nothing, we don't need to meet again." Bailegang said indifferently, "I don't remember your master being so clingy."
"The Grand Duke is joking." Gongsun Zhishui said expressionlessly, "My master knows that the Grand Duke is going to participate in the [Strength Competition] tomorrow, so he specially asked me to send you a gift, hoping that the Grand Duke can win in the competition tomorrow."
"Gift?" Bailegang frowned slightly.
Gongsun Zhishui went directly to the back of the truck and opened the door of the truck. Suddenly, a mist slowly escaped from the truck.
Bailegang walked forward and looked directly into the truck. A little light was enough for vampires to see everything in the darkness.
"This is?"
"This is a fighter." Gongsun Zhishui said slowly, "Just like the fighters in the ancient Roman arena."
Bailegang frowned.
Inside the box was a creature that had a hard shell like a stratum corneum all over its body, but its head was covered with an alloy helmet. At this time, its entire body was pierced with hundreds of steel needles. It looked like a worm, but not a worm, but not a human.
The existence of those steel needles seemed to be able to restrict the movement of this strange [Fighter], but at this time, from the half-opened eyes, Bailegang saw madness and confusion.
"Tomorrow's [Strength Competition] will gather the powerful Transcendents from all over the world. Is this [Fighter] enough to deal with it?" Bailegang said doubtfully.
"The Grand Duke can give it a try." At this time, Gongsun Zhishui directly reached out and grabbed three steel needles from the strange Fighter's body.
In an instant, the eyes of the [Fighter] in the box instantly turned into a bloody vortex. With a sonic boom, the entire truck exploded into pieces.
A sharp blade shot out from the arm of the strange [Fighter] and stabbed at Bailegang. But when the sharp blade was about to pierce Bailegang, it seemed to be rolled up by an invisible tentacle.
"Is that it?" Bailegang said casually.
"My Young Master said that when all the steel needles are pulled out, it can temporarily exert the power of a peak Transcendence." Gongsun Zhishui said and waved his hand. The three steel needles in his hand once again shot into the body of the strange [Fighter].
The strange [Fighter] fell to the ground all of a sudden, but it was still struggling like a trapped beast.
Bailegang looked at it and shook his head, "To what extent did you destroy this guy's mind … A beast that has lost its mind and only knows how to destroy is not very useful."
"Take this bell." Gongsun Zhishui threw out a bell, "The sound of the bell can simply drive it to be used by you."
Bailegang took a deep look at Gongsun Zhishui and took the bell. He pondered for a moment and then said indifferently, "Gongsun Shiyu, why did you help me?"
Gongsun Zhishui said, "My Young Master is the [Seat of the Sun], but Grand Duke, you are also the [Seat of the Moon]. The sun and the moon should help each other."
"But unfortunately, I, the moon, don't like to borrow the sun's light." Bailegang chuckled, "Okay, I will accept this gift for the time being. But go back and tell your Young Master that although the [Fool] is missing … or maybe the [Fool] is dead, but the [Fool] is the [Fool], and there is only one [Fool]. Not everyone can replace him. "
"I will pass on the Grand Duke's words to my Young Master." Gongsun Zhishui nodded and then said loudly, "In that case, I will take my leave."
"Wait." Bailegang suddenly stopped, "What is the name of this [Fighter]?"
"No name." Gongsun Zhishui said indifferently, "If Grand Duke likes it, give him a name."
"Then let's call him [Midnight]." Bailegang said casually, "It happened to be delivered by Midnight."
It was really casual.
But thinking that this was a guy who would use a scarecrow to replace him in the clan meeting, Gongsun Zhishui didn't say anything. He nodded to show that he understood and directly left the camp of the thirteen clans.
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