Nine Hundred and Seventy-Three. Huimeng

When Yan Zhaoge arrived at the foot of Haoling Mountain, quite a few people had already gathered on Haoling Mountain.

Taoist Dongquan, the owner of Haoling Mountain, as the owner of this place, is at the time of high spirits.

In the Xuanning Mountains, the leaders of most forces, including some well-known lone warriors, gathered at Haoling Mountain at this moment.

Before today, they might not have obeyed Haoling Mountain.

The Yehua Sect and Haoling Mountain are competing against each other, giving other forces in the Xuanning Mountain Range a lot of freedom to be independent.

Although the grass on the wall has always been the most hated, it is actually offended by both sides.

But before Yehuamen and Haolingshan can completely decide the winner, they still need to win the support of the majority.

However, the good times for everyone seem to be coming to an end.

Haoling Mountain seized the opportunity and took advantage of Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain to seize the opportunity.

The Ye Hua Sect was one step behind, and it would be extremely difficult to snatch the opportunity back.

Other sects in the Xuanning Mountain Range may not be willing to bow their heads to Haoling Mountain, but the strong Wutongpo came to the meeting in person, and everyone had no choice but to come obediently.

The general trend is the trend, and Haoling Mountain uses this to establish its own general trend, faintly showing the atmosphere of the martial arts leader of the Xuanning Mountain Range.

The head of the Yehua Sect closed himself to death, but in order not to offend Wutongpo, some strong men from the sect came to Haoling Mountain.

This makes people feel as if they are bowing their heads even more.

It's just that Ye Huamen had to eat this boring loss, and could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

The elders of the Yehua sect who came here looked at the high-spirited Taoist Dongquan, feeling depressed beyond words.

No matter how bad his mood is, the people of Haoling Mountain Gate are in a good mood.

"Thank you, comrades, for coming here today to join us in this grand event." Taoist Dongquan sat on the main seat and said with a smile: "This meeting has no other purpose. Everyone knows that there is a Southeast warrior named Yan Zhaoge, Come to the eastern part of my southern Yantian Realm."

"This son once killed Wutongpo's direct disciple in the past. He committed a heinous crime and deserved to die. It's just that this son is slippery and cunning, and he has never been able to find a chance to kill him before."

"This time he found his own way of death and came to my southern Yantian Realm. All my southern warriors should fight bravely to be the first to kill him, so as to comfort the spirit of the dead in the sky."

Taoist Dongquan looked around and said, "This time, everyone is invited here for this reason. In addition to my colleagues in the Xuanning Mountains, there are also Mr. Yuan from Wutongpo of Fengyi Mountain, and Mr. Zhao from the Zichao Sword Sect of Tongminghai in the south. .”

On the seat beside him, sat an old man with a bright head and a serious bearing. There was a crimson aura flowing all over his body, like a flame.

The old man's pupils were not cloudy like ordinary old people, but extremely clear. At the same time, there was a faint light and shadow of a fire phoenix fluttering in the pupils.

He looks older than Yi Wang Peng He, but in fact his seniority is younger than Peng He.

This person's name is Yuan Xiancheng, nicknamed "Feng Tong", he is the eldest disciple of Southern Zhizun Zhuang, and he is well-known in the whole world.

In the past, when the south and the southeast were not completely torn apart, they often fought secretly with each other.

The main forces of the two sides are the first disciple in the southeast, Long Hanhua who was still using the surname Lin at that time, and the first disciple in the south, "Phoenix pupil" Yuan Xiancheng.

Below Yuan Xiancheng, a middle-aged man in purple was sitting.

This purple-clothed middleman is not a warrior from the Xuanning Mountain Range, but Zhao Zhen, a great force in the Tongming Sea in the south of the Xuanning Mountain Range, the head of the Zichao Sword Sect.

Yan Zhaoge came to the eastern part of Yantian Realm in the south, and if he wanted to return to the southeast, he had to go to Fangyuan Mountain.

To enter Fangyuan Mountain, you must pass through the Xuanning Mountains.

This Zhao Zhen has always had a good deal with Yuan Xian, Yuan Xiancheng came to Xuanning Mountains to organize people to round up and intercept Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Zhen also came to help.

With a smile on his face, he sat there without saying a word, only nodding when Taoist Dongquan introduced him.

It may seem inconspicuous, but including Taoist Dongquan, all the warriors in the Xuanning Mountains present did not dare to underestimate him.

This gentleman is in charge of the Zichao Sword Sect and almost dominates the Tongming Sea. He is a giant occupying a place in the entire Southern Yantian Realm.

"Everyone present here has amazing skills, not to mention Mr. Yuan and Mr. Zhao." Taoist Dongquan continued: "If that little thief surnamed Yan is blocked, he will naturally have to obediently give his head."

"But everyone knows that my Xuanning Mountains, the terrain is too complicated, so it's easy for people to hide. Finding someone is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

"I and other warriors whose ancestors have lived in the Xuanning Mountains for generations are naturally familiar with this place, but to round up that Yan Zhaoge also requires everyone to unite and act in a unified way."

Taoist Dongquan said: "A snake can't do without a head. Fortunately, this time, Mr. Yuan from Wutongpo left Fangyuan Mountain and came here so that we can all obey the unified order."

Even though he said that, the other local warriors in the Xuanning Mountains all scoffed in their hearts.

Of course Yuan Xiancheng can take the lead and call the shots, but he is not familiar with the geography of the Xuanning Mountains.

For the actual implementation, the local warriors in the Xuanning Mountains must be needed.

That is, he is Dongquan Taoist.

It's just obvious that Yuan Xiancheng has acquiesced in Dongquan Taoist fox pretending to be a tiger, and Yehuamen and other forces can only hold their noses to recognize it.

But it is conceivable that I feel depressed.

"The poor Taoist is a landlord, and I invite all of you to come to this alliance to discuss a charter and teach that Yan Zhaoge can come and go." Taoist Dongquan was naturally proud, but he didn't show it on his face.

If Yuan Xiancheng is displeased by being too complacent, it will be troublesome.

So even in the face of the elders of the Yehua sect, Taoist Dongquan did not appear to be domineering at all.

He will never make his own decisions in everything, brainstorm with everyone, and then hand it over to Yuan Xiancheng at Wutongpo of Fengyi Mountain to make a decision.

Anyway, as long as most of the warriors from the Xuanning Mountains come to this meeting, he, Haoling Mountain, will already have the greatest advantage.

Everything was going smoothly, but suddenly, Yuan Xiancheng, who was seated above, frowned.

Taoist Dongquan couldn't help being stunned when he saw this, thinking that he had offended Yuan Xiancheng somewhere.

Before he could think about the reason, the connection between him and the guarding formation made him discover that an uninvited guest approached Haoling Mountain.

Almost at the same time, a voice sounded.

"Guangcheng Mountain Yanzhaoge, come to pay a visit, is the host home?"

In an instant, everyone was still thinking about it a moment ago, and there was no sound in the crowded hall.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering if they heard it wrong.

"People outside, claiming to be... Yan Zhaoge?"

"The Yanzhao Song of Guangcheng Mountain?"

"He came to Haoling Mountain on his own initiative?"

Although there was no noise among the people present, the gazes they looked at each other were clearly full of disbelief.

Taoist Dongquan stood up from his seat with a "huh".

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