Twelve invitations, this post is ordinary. The person who posted this post is not someone else, but the most famous "Qinglong Club" in the world today - "Boss of Qinglong".

This person's origin is mysterious, and he can be said to be a dragon who sees his head but not his tail. Not to mention a man from the Jianghu, even many of the masters of the Qinglong Society have never seen this person's true appearance, and his martial arts are even more mysterious.

But since the other party can master such a peak force and many masters under his command, his martial arts will only be unfathomable, and he will never be a person who can't understand fists and feet.

A few days ago, these twelve invitations had already fallen in front of the twelve forces, and the contents were even more unusual. I am afraid that any master in the world would have strange thoughts when he saw them.

The martial arts men in the martial arts world have been practicing martial arts for decades. Isn’t what they seek to be fame, wealth and power? At least this is what most people think so. What this invitation says is something that can make people reach the top in one step.

Peacock feather.

Or to be precise, it is the drawings and methods of forging peacock feathers.

There are rumors in the world that there are more than 360 hidden weapons in the world, including the Tang Sect in Shu and the Jiledong in Miaojiang. The poisonous and non-toxic, deadly and disabled, are all among them.

But the "Peacock Feather" is undoubtedly the most terrifying and successful among all these hidden weapons, even since there are hidden weapons in the world. It is rumored that no one can be exceptional to the Peacock Feather, and gods and ghosts cannot escape.

Unfortunately, this thing is a secret that "Peacock Villa" is not passed down. Except for the direct descendants of the villa, no one in the world can get the secret of the peacock feather, let alone own it.

But now, according to the invitation, it is obvious that the "Qinglong Society" has obtained the secret forging of this object. Now, the twelve forces are invited to auction this object, and the one who has the highest price will get it.

No, now, there are only five forces left. Ji Shenxiu has eight invitations alone. Although none of them are his name, I think I can still get it, but it will be a little troublesome.

...

It's late at night and people are quiet.

It is still in this "Fengyun Inn", because this is one of the branches of the "Qinglong Club".

The sky was dim and the stars and moon were covered, but the yard was brightly lit, and the middle-aged scholar sat there alone, drinking by himself, feeling very uncomfortable.

After swallowing the wine in his mouth, he saw him bowing to a big banyan tree half-exposed outside the yard and smiled: "It seems that the Miao Gang Master is the first to come."

"Haha~" A strange smile suddenly appeared in the shadow of the tree crown. The person's scalp was numb, and he saw a figure shooting from the shadow like an arrow from the string into the yard.

After landing, he saw clearly that it was a big man with a big red haired nose with a wide mouth, a tiger's eyes wide open, and a golden ring hanging from the earlobes, making a twitch. He was laughing strangely, but there was no smile in the laughter, and the gleam in his eyes was even more gloomy. "You are the Lord Gongsun Hall of the Qinglong Association?"

Yes, this middle-aged scholar is "Gongsun Jing", one of the leaders of the Qinglong Hall. This person is the first-class hidden weapon technique and is known as the best hidden weapon master south of the Yangtze River.

As if he noticed the changes in the eyes of the ugly and red-haired ghost, Gongsun Jing seemed to be surprised and said, "What? What happened to the Miao Gang Master?"

And this ugly red-haired ghost is Miao Shaotian, the leader of the Red-haired Gang, and he still laughed strangely. "If you find that your brother was shattered by someone, your bones all over your body turned into a dead dog, I believe you are not much better than me."

"Yes, at least your surname Miao can still laugh." A cold voice suddenly appeared on the roof on one side. Although the sound came into your ears, there was only a sword light in everyone's eyes, as bright as silver, and cold light shining. "A brother named Zhao, my brother, died, was killed with one knife."

Then, everyone saw a golden light coming out from the sword light, and a "snatch" sound fell on the wine table.

It was a crooked flying knife, unable to tell the handle of the knife, and there was no blade, like a strange awl.

Looking at the flying knife, whether it was Gongsun Jing or Miao Shaotian, his eyes shrank invisibly.

"What does Miao Gangmaster recognize this?"

The sound had fallen from the roof to the yard. When he stabilized, he was a man with a sinister eyebrows, a scowl-eyed knife with a sheathless knife on his waist, a blue cloth arrow dress, a blue handkerchief with a white head, and a blood-red belt around his waist.

The visitor was another person among the twelve invitations, Taihang Zhao Yidao.

"What a domineering force." But Miao Shaotian answered the question irrelevantly. How could he not recognize what this thing was? It was just that the golden ring had changed its appearance.

But this is different from doing. Under the fire, they can still see the finger marks left on it with their eyesight, even the texture of flesh and blood can be vaguely visible.

He only looked at everyone in silence.

Outside the courtyard, the sound of horse hooves was densely filled with rain, from far to near, just three or two breaths. Outside the wall, the horse's neighing stopped, and a white shadow flipped in.

This is a handsome man in white clothes, wearing a strong suit, his clothes are half open, and his chest is whiter than that of the white clothes.

White horse Zhang San.

His expression also changed slightly.

"What? Xiao Zhangsan has also encountered something?"

Miao Shaotian's eyes seemed to be burning with a ball of fire.

"It's nothing, I just lost a few dead things." The handsome man's voice was clear and he paused, and he said again: "Two invitations."

Gongsun Jing raised his eyes, swept over the three of them like a bone scraper, and slowly spoke. "I think all three of them have lost their things, right?"

Miao Shaotian looked ugly and his eyes widened. "Yes, I have also lost a few dead things, three invitations, namely Qingzhu Gang, Tiehuanmen and Taiyuan Li Family."

"I did the twelve serial docks, the Yangtze River waterway, Chenzhou Yanjiaquan." Zhao Yidao's voice was no longer so cold, and he said neither salty nor lightly.

Gongsun Jing nodded thoughtfully and said nothing.

Since the Peacock Feather is the most powerful hidden weapon in the world, it is naturally indispensable to compete. However, these people dare not take any action against such a huge thing as the "Qinglong Society", so they can only secretly attack other competitors. If there are fewer people fighting, they will naturally get greater opportunities.

"Wait a minute, you have only made eight, but there is one more, no, maybe two more are coming."

When they heard this, the three of them had some changes in their eyes, and they obviously had their own thoughts.

It only takes the time when the words start and end.

There were sounds of wheels rolling and horse hooves on the long street. A carriage slowly rushed over. There were six horses tied in front of the carriage, which was so terrifying.

There was a sturdy man standing on the shaft of the carriage. He just waited for the carriage to stop, and then he jumped down and bowed and opened the curtain.

After a while, I saw a fat man with a pale face and a bloated body slowly walking out from inside. It seemed that the effort of getting up had exhausted most of his strength, but he was panting heavily as soon as he got off the carriage.

Behind the fat man was a tall and thin man in black, and he kept his steps away, like a shadow. His tall body stared at a sallow yellow face, his two sunken bodies, looking like a sickly tuberculosis. The most eye-catching thing was that this man had a bright weapon hanging on his waist. When he looked closely, he was a side door, which was a pair of arc-shaped swords.

In an instant, the white horse Zhang San, Miao Shaotian, and Zhao Yidao looked like they were nailed to the pair of arc-shaped swords, and they didn't move.

This kind of weapon is very rare in the world. The difficulty in creating it is secondary. The key is the difficulty in practicing. Anyone who can make a name for himself is rare. But once he makes a name for himself, he will be top experts without exception.

The white horse Zhang San frowned high and said in a deep voice:

"Who is this person?"

Gongsun Jing's face was smiling.

"Mr. Zhu from Wanjintang, Suzhou."

They were talking about the fat man, but their eyes were inseparable from the pair of Qimen weapons. Obviously, this fat man was one of the twelve invitations.

"It's so lively, don't you mind I'll join in, right?"

A thick and low voice exploded from outside the door like a thunderbolt.

The eyes of the few people finally left the pair of curved swords and looked at the source of the sound with a swish, but saw a young man wearing a plain white gown standing there with curiosity.

"I'm really not used to wearing this kind of clothes for the first time."

The young man unbuttoned his chest awkwardly and half open his chest, which made him feel more comfortable.

"I dare to ask what the name of the Lord is? It seems that it is not among the invitations."

Gongsun Jing's expression was dull, neither shocked nor annoyed, nor unexpected.

"Invitation? I have one!" The young man took out eight wrinkled invitations from his arms. "I can do it for these eight people!"

Before Gongsun Jing could speak, Miao Shaotian and Zhao Yidao took a step forward together. At the same time, in the inn, eight red-haired men, together with seven men wearing blue cloth arrow clothes and green paper Baotou, surrounded the young men.

These people are also famous. The eight red-haired men were named "Red-haired Nine Heroes", but now there are only eight left, and the seven blue-clothed men were called "Jifeng Eight Daggers", and one missing.

The young man chuckled unconsciously.

"I'm so ugly."

After saying that, he turned his right hand and had a bright flying knife, which was ordinary and nearly seven inches. Such a flying knife could be seen in any blacksmith shop.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the knife in his hand was already out of his hand.

In the night, the blade reflected a fire, and in an instant, Li Shu turned into a dazzling sword light, and then.

Zhao Yidao, who had a murderous intent, suddenly glared at his eyes.

Not only him, but also Miao Shaotian and the white horse Zhang San who did not move, all changed their faces at this moment, as if they had seen something incredible.

Gongsun Jing blurted out even more.

"What!"

It looked like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
Chapter completed!