Chapter 611: The Battle of Mount Hua

This heavy rain lasted until dusk.

The mountain road washed by rain looked muddy and there were almost no tourists on Huashan Mountain. After the rainstorm, the air was fresh and everything seemed to have returned to calm. Bai Zipeng still led the disciples of the Ancient Medical Sect to patrol the mountain, but how could they know that the bottom of a cliff on Huashan Mountain was actually a branch of the Canyon Abyss.

But it was normal. The people in the evil sects have always been mysterious and unknown.

The fog lingered below the abyss. Among the evil sects, except for the many disciples who originally lived in the Canyon Abyss, there were not many people from the three evil sects, because they had a great support, the Chiyan Demon Envoy sent by the Great Demon King himself.

When the Great Demon King conquered the warrior world, the reputation of the Chiyan Demon Envoy was also extremely prominent.

"Here they come." Jiang Zhongtian and others stood in front of this cave, looking forward respectfully. Several figures came over, stepping on the pile of rocks under their feet, jumping up and down, and in a blink of an eye they came to the front of everyone. The leader was wearing a red robe, his long hair was like a ball of blood-red flame, and his eyebrows were also dark red, giving people an extremely cold feeling. Even though they were still far away, the invisible coldness was approaching...

"It is rumored that the Chiyan Demon Envoy is a disciple of the Ice Demon, and the [Ice Demon Art] he has cultivated is profound and unfathomable. It seems that this is true." Jiang Zhongtian thought secretly, with admiration in his eyes. After all, the person in front of him was a capable warrior who followed the Great Demon King Mo Yuanwu to conquer the world, and the Ice Demon was the sworn brother of the Great Demon King Mo Yuanwu.

It can be said that the position of Chiyan Demon Envoy in the Canmo Organization is extremely prominent. If it were not for the extremely precious gift of the ancient wild king's holy body presented to the Great Demon King by the old demon Suyin, how could the three evil sects have asked Chiyan Demon Envoy to take action?

"Meet the Demon Envoy." The old demon Suyin and others bowed respectfully to the Chiyan Demon Envoy.

"Haha... no need to be polite." The Chiyan Demon Envoy laughed and walked in. There was a different world in the depths of the cave. There was an open place. Of course, there were no night pearls as luxuriously placed as the old Taoist Jiuchi, but special torches were lit on the stone walls. The banquet dishes had been prepared long ago. The Chiyan Demon Envoy was not polite and sat in the chief position. The five guards he brought stood behind him, as if they had no expression and did not move.

Jiang Zhongtian and others could even feel a sharp death aura from these people, and they shuddered secretly.

These five people are probably the same dead warriors as the Skeleton Killer. However, from the aura alone, they are ten times more terrifying than the Skeleton Killer.

Although the Chiyan Demon Envoy showed a very easy-going appearance when he just arrived, Jiang Zhongtian and his people still did not dare to act rashly. They sat around the table and did not even dare to move their chopsticks. The invisible pressure brought to them by the Chiyan Demon Envoy was too great.

In the evil sect,

the distinction between high and low is more obvious.

Even if the Chiyan Demon Envoy is unhappy and can kill them at any time, the evil sect they belong to will even thank the Chiyan Demon Envoy for cleaning up the door for them.

The status of the Canmo Organization in the evil sect is like the status of the three religions in the martial arts world.

I am the only one!

The Chiyan Demon Envoy did not pay attention to the others. After eating and drinking, he put down his chopsticks. With a snap, Jiang Zhongtian and others stood up almost subconsciously.

"Don't be too nervous. I'm not here to deal with you." The Chiyan Demon Envoy narrowed his eyes, "Tell me, which strong men from the five sects are there near Huashan now?"

The few people looked at each other, and it was the old demon Suyin who stood up, "Reporting to the demon envoy, according to the spy's report, among the strong men from various sects who came to participate in this hero meeting, there is the direct disciple of the Palace Master of Shenhua Palace, Mingyue."

"Direct disciple?" The Chiyan Demon Envoy showed a playful look, "Even if Wenren Lige came in person, I would not take her seriously."

"Who else?" The Chiyan Demon Envoy asked.

The old demon Suyin and the others looked at each other and did not answer for a long time.

"Hmm?" The Chiyan Demon Envoy frowned, "What's going on?"

"Reporting to the Demon Envoy." The old demon Suyin said hurriedly, "We found out that among the masters from the five sects and nine schools near Huashan, the strongest one is Mingyue."

"What?" The Chiyan Demon Envoy was stunned, and then laughed wildly, "I thought these five sects and nine schools were so powerful that they threatened to kill demons and defend the way. It turns out that they are just a group of children playing with mud and sand." The Chiyan Demon Envoy did not take them seriously at all.

Indeed, the strength of the Chiyan Demon Envoy can be ranked among the top 50 on the Holy List, while the Palace Master of the Shenhua Palace, Wenren Lige, is only 54th on the Holy List. Naturally, the Chiyan Demon Envoy does not take her disciples seriously.

They are not on the same level.

"I congratulate the Demon Envoy in advance for your victory, defeating the five sects, and showing my demon power!" Jiang Zhongtian laughed flatteringly.

"Haha!"

The wanton laughter echoed in the stone cave, deafening.

Huashan Heroes Meeting, as scheduled.

More and more warriors from all walks of life and all sects came, and the stories about Luo Feng discussed became more and more mysterious. Some even said that Luo Feng was the reincarnation of a spirit boy, or the golden body of an arhat, etc., which made Luo Feng look so mysterious. Of course, many people regarded this as a myth of the past. After all, Luo Feng had completely disappeared from the martial arts world.

"Even if he survived by chance, I'm afraid he would be like the crazy Taoist priest, losing all his martial arts and becoming a useless person."

On the mountain road, a word came, and a man in blue followed behind, with a light veil covering his face, and walked up with the crowd in a light posture. Nowadays, there are warriors in various costumes on the Huashan Mountain Road. It is normal for a man like Qian Yilan to wear a light veil.

The news about Luo Feng kept coming to her ears, and Qian Yilan's heart became more and more depressed. From the reaction of the warrior world, Luo Feng was probably in danger.

"If this nerd loses his martial arts, then... he must be very uncomfortable." Qian Yilan's expression revealed bitterness.

She looked around from time to time, hoping to see the figure that she was very familiar with and missed.

Time passed bit by bit.

At noon.

At the top of Huashan, warriors gathered.

Qian Yilan walked alone to a huge rock and stood leaning against it. On the rock, the four words "Huashan Lunjian" were engraved, with extraordinary momentum.

Heroes gathered.

Who will win the battle of swords on Mount Hua?

Bang!

Suddenly, a note hit the boulder and fell to the ground.

It happened to fall in front of Qian Yilan.

Qian Yilan's pupils shrank slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, she looked around. There seemed to be nothing unusual around her.

Doubt flashed across her eyes. Qian Yilan lowered her head to pick up the note, opened it, and in an instant her eyes widened to the extreme. She suddenly raised her eyes, "Luo Feng!" Qian Yilan was extremely excited.