Chapter 754

Wumeng Mountain, the headquarters of Wumeng.

The mountains are gentle but towering, and buildings are located in a row.

Among them, the highest place is naturally the leader of the Wumeng League, and then the 12 independent courtyards are where the 12 hall owners live, and then there are various wing rooms and guest rooms, all of which are distributed in different styles.

And in a room near the mountainside.

Taoist Dian paced back and forth in the room, dancing his bald whisk from time to time.

The drunk just held the wine jar in his arms and watched Taoist Dian walking around. Every time Taoist Dian turned around, the drunk took a sip. At this moment, there were already two empty wine jars at the drunk's feet.

Cracking Eagle seemed to be immersed in his own world, wiping the long sword in his hand with a clean white cloth, making it brighter and brighter.

None of the three spoke.

In other words, the interest in the conversation has already disappeared after four days of waiting.

Gone along with it was... patience.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Taoist Dian stopped in his tracks and shouted a Dao sign.

"Let's go!"

The Taoist said so.

"It should have been like this!"

The drunk said with a grin.

Lie Ying didn't speak, but stood up with his sword sheathed, obviously, he was ready to start at any time.

And just as the three were about to leave, a person walked in.

Tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a righteous face.

"Master!"

The tall man called Daoist Dian like this.

"Master Zhao!"

The title of the Taoist, explained the identity of the visitor.

One of the twelve hosts of the Wumeng,

"Iron Arm God Fist" Zhao Gang, born with supernatural power. Coupled with a full body of horizontal training, he ranks among the top 12 pavilion masters in the Wumeng.

"Master still hasn't woken up..."

Zhao Gang shook his head, with unresolved melancholy on his face.

As the direct disciple of the leader of the Martial League, no one is more worried about his master than Zhao Gang.

"The old guy will definitely be able to save the day this time. He has survived for so many years. There is no reason why he can't survive this time!"

Taoist Dian comforted the other party, and at the same time, explained his intention to go.

"The Taoist is leaving?"

Zhao Gang asked in surprise.

"Well, I made an appointment with someone to meet in the capital of 'Huiwu', and now more than half of the time has passed. I need to leave immediately!"

The Taoist nodded.

"The Taoist chief is going to the capital of 'Huiwu'?"

Zhao Gang was surprised.

This time the so-called 'Martial Arts Meeting', the Martial Arts League has already sent some insignificant people to participate.

Regarding the Baiye royal family, the Martial League does not want to tear their skin apart, but they will never completely obey.

So, I had already planned to procrastinate.

But Daoist Taoist, as one of the few holy ranks outside of the Baiye royal family and the Martial League, had to participate in person. This is obviously different from what Zhao Gang had guessed.

After all, Taoist Dian's relationship with Wumeng, especially his personal relationship with his master is quite deep.

Absolutely will not do such a demolition thing.

unless……

"Daoist, do you want it?"

Thinking of something, Zhao Gang subconsciously asked.

"Well, I found a solution. I originally wanted to use the old guy's reputation to contact more people, but now the old guy is unconscious... I can only show my old face and contact as many people as I can. people!"

The Taoist nodded.

"But the Baiye royal family are the 'sons of heaven'. Any reckless actions will only bring about 'heavenly punishment'..."

"Then, let's change the sky - I also thought that the White Night Royal Family was invincible at the beginning. But someone said this, and did what he said, and faced the 'God's Punishment' forcefully, and was safe in the end !"

Taoist Dian waved his hand, interrupting Zhao Gang's words.

"How can this be?!"

Zhao Gang had a look of disbelief.

"If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. But I've seen everything, so... I'm going to give it a go—maybe this time the Martial League can be delayed. But the old man's too much view can't be delayed. It is! Rather than being cut off from the inheritance, it is better to fight!"

Taoist Dian said slowly, his voice full of firmness.

"Daoist, please wait a moment, I want to discuss with other museum owners!"

Zhao Gang's eyes also glowed with splendor, and he said straightforwardly.

"good!"

Taoist Dian nodded, and Zhao Gang immediately got up and left.

"You two go down the mountain immediately, and wait for me at the Shili Pavilion in the south of Wumeng Mountain!"

After Zhao Gang left, Taoist Dian ordered the drunkard and Liying directly.

"Since you've seen something wrong, why don't you go together!"

Lie Ying looked at Daoist Dian in puzzlement.

"The Taoist priest is still a little bit unwilling to give up. He wants to make a final fight. I hope that someone will have a conscience in the end!"

The drunk looked at the indifferent Taoist, and said slowly.

"It's already rotten to the bone, how can there be hope!"

Cracking Eagle snorted coldly.

"I believe in Zhao Gang! However, I can't take you to risk. You go first, and the old man will arrive later!"

The Taoist took a deep breath and said.

"Are you afraid that we will be dragged down?"

The drunk man staggered out with the wine jar in his hand.

"snort!"

With such a cold snort, Lie Ying also left quickly.

And when both of them left, Taoist Dian sat cross-legged on the chair.

He was waiting while adjusting his state.

Strive to be able to deal with any unexpected problems.

The four days in Wumeng were enough to make Taoist Dian realize that some changes in Wumeng Mountain might not be visible at the moment after his old friend was unconscious, but for four days in a row, some abnormalities had already been imprinted in the eyes of Daoist Dian.

And this made Daoist Dian frown.

The factional dispute that should only exist in the Baiye royal family unexpectedly appeared on Wumeng Mountain.

And he, an outsider with an unknown position, was naturally guarded heavily.

Except for the 'Iron Arm God Fist' Zhao Gang, everyone he saw had layers of barriers. It looks strange.

Even, the coma of an old friend...

well!

After thinking of something that he didn't want to think about, a sigh came out of Taoist's mouth uncontrollably.

Then, a burst of chaotic footsteps sounded.

No need to look with your eyes. The Taoist can know that a group of people surrounded the courtyard where he lived.

Is it not possible after all?

Daoist sighed again from the bottom of his heart.

He is going to use Zhao Gang's mouth to convey the favorable news he has to the people on Wumeng Mountain, hoping that these people can unanimously tell the outside world.

But, obviously, he failed.

And just when the Taoist secretly sighed. There was a burst of shouting, but it made the Daoist burst into anger——

"Dian Taoist, you are uniting with Zhao Gang to harm the lord. Now that the matter has been revealed, Zhao Gang has already been punished. Do you still want to resist?"

Snapped!

Following the shouting, a package was thrown into the room.

Gululu rolled to the feet of the Taoist.

During the rolling, the outer skin of the package split open, revealing the head inside.

The head of the "Iron Wall Dragon" Zhao Gang, the master of the Twelfth Hall of the Martial Arts League.

In the blood-soaked room, Zhao Gang glared angrily, with unwillingness and disbelief on his face, a sense of resentment and depression brewing on that head.

"Wu, Wuliang Tianzun!"

Taoist Dian shook his head at his head, with deep guilt and self-blame.

He couldn't believe it. He just needed Zhao Gang to send a word, to send a message, but Zhao Gang just died like this!

As the head of the Twelfth Pavilion of the Wumeng. Zhao Gang, whose strength reached the holy level of the "Iron Arm Divine Fist", died just like this.

In Daoist's mind, the situation at that time even appeared——

Zhao Gang, who had summoned the owners of the remaining twelve halls, broke the news excitedly.

Someone among them expressed his pleasure, and then took advantage of Zhao Gang's inattention. Sudden attack.

After a successful blow, the rest of the martial arts masters around shot one after another.

And that's all. Zhao would have died so swiftly and silently just now. Even he didn't feel it at all.

"The Wumeng is so rotten!"

Daoist suddenly thought of Dean's disdain and contempt for Wumeng when he parted with Dean. At that time, he thought it was a misunderstanding between Dean and Wumeng.

However, now it seems...

It was he himself who was deceived.

"Dian Taoist, hurry up and catch him!"

Another shout came from outside.

"'Sea-covering Flood Dragon' Peng Yu'an, 'Quick Sword Without Shadow' Liao Qiusheng, 'Hundred Step Divine Fist' Lin Tianshou..."

The Taoist sensed the breath outside one by one, and chanted the names outside one by one.

All of these names are well-known and admirable figures on the outside.

Because they are all the masters of the twelve martial arts halls.

At the same time, he was also the murderer who killed the 'Iron Arm God Fist' Zhao Gang.

"Old friend, I'm sorry! The old man's heart is hard to calm down, and today he is going to kill everyone!"

While talking, Taoist Dian drew out the sword behind his back and rushed straight out.

...

It was on the morning of the sixth day that Dean received a reply from the Daoist.

After reading the reply, Dean was silent.

Four of the Twelve Hall Masters of the Martial League were beheaded by Taoist Dian, and Taoist Dian was also seriously injured. If it wasn't for the drunk and Lie Ying who desperately rescued them, they would definitely have fallen on the spot.

However, even so, Daoist Dian was seriously injured, and he didn't have the slightest fighting power in a short period of time.

"The "Martial Arts Contest" hasn't started yet, half of the leaders of the 12th Hall of the Martial Arts League have gone, and they have absolute prestige among the scattered forces. It can be said that another leader, the Taoist, is also seriously injured and has no fighting power..."

Dean whispered to himself.

Dean can be sure that this is definitely not a coincidence.

There is an invisible big hand manipulating all this.

And the origin of this big hand is most likely from the Baiye royal family.

In connection with the current situation of the White Night royal family, Dean became more and more sure.

After all, Bai Ye's emperor is not simply passed on from father to son, but the capable one.

This ability is not only one's own strength, but also one's own merit.

In terms of strength, the Baiye royal family now has four comparable figures.

Therefore, if these four princes want to become a great treasure, they need merit!

And what is more recognized for the achievement of eradicating the Wumeng and the scattered forces in the world?

"Who is it?"

Dean wondered.

ps second update~

Because the first chapter is late, this chapter is also late...

Decadence will not tell you that in the afternoon, I still find time to go downstairs to eat electric kebabs~

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