The next morning.

It's just getting dark.

A deafening sound of gongs came from outside the town.

Guests from all walks of life, masters and disciples of various sects showed strange expressions, rushed out of the inn, and looked outside.

Outside the town, I saw a cavalry team of dozens of people, wearing uniforms of orange-yellow gowns, carrying broadswords on their backs, and wearing brightly colored horses, each with a stern look on their face, rushing towards the Golden Knife Gate.

This group of people also hired a group of people to play gongs and drums, and huge flags were erected high and flying.

It says words like [The Supreme Flame Sword Gang], [Step on the Golden Sword Gate], [Children of the Golden Sword Gate, surrender quickly].

All the people in the town were dumbfounded.

"It's the Flame Blade Gang!"

"The master of the Yan Knife Gang has finally arrived!"

"Great, everyone, come over and see the fun!"

Countless Jianghu guests cheered and followed closely, rushing towards the Golden Knife Gate.

When Jin Dafu, the deacon of Jindaomen who was responsible for receiving foreign guests, saw this scene, his face suddenly darkened and he snorted coldly. Then he turned around and began to seriously entertain the masters of various sects.

, rushing towards their Jindaomen headquarters.

All of a sudden, there was a crowd of people, densely packed, and people from all walks of life were everywhere.

In this environment, Ning Chuan became a little restless again.

While he was laughing and chatting with Jie Long about other topics, he was rubbing his nose at the monk next to him.

If nothing else, let’s get the wool of our faction in hand first.

As for other wool, there will always be opportunities later.

Don’t believe that you can’t go to the toilet when you go to the toilet?

The town is less than two miles away from the Jindaomen headquarters.

A group of people from all walks of life rushed into the Golden Knife Gate without any obstruction.

The huge square is directly surrounded by dense crowds of people standing on three levels inside and three levels outside.

Some people couldn't find a good location and even climbed up the wall or jumped to the roof.

The only old locust tree in the yard is like a hanging monkey, densely packed with human figures.

It can be said that any possible place to stay has already been occupied.

Of course, a prestigious and upright sect like King Kong Temple does not need to compete for a spot, because Golden Blade Sect will reserve it for them in advance.

The elders of the six sects, without exception, have all taken their seats.

"Strange, why haven't the people from Iron Finger Gate arrived yet?"

Suddenly, the monk Hui Xiu frowned and whispered in the ear of the monk Hui Wen.

Only then did Monk Huiwen react and looked around in confusion.

The location that used to belong to the Iron Finger Gate was empty, with not a single person in sight.

"I don't know, maybe they came late this time for other things?"

Monk Huiwen whispered.

He didn't think anything could happen.

Among the six sects present, the Divine Fist Sect and the Flowing Sword Sect belong to them, so what could happen?

If something really happened, it would have happened long ago. Can we wait until now?

Monk Huixiu, however, was worried and uneasy.

At this moment, one by one, the maids of the Jindao Sect carried trays and began to serve tea cups to the masters of each sect.

Due to the large number of people, only experts from these sects were eligible to sit down.

The other disciples could only stand behind their elders and watch, so there were no seats or tea.

The elders of each sect took the tea, smiled, chatted and feasted with each other, and began to taste the good tea prepared by Jindaomen for them.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Suddenly, the master of the Golden Blade Sect, Fang Wuque, walked out. His voice was not loud, but it echoed in everyone's ears, overwhelming the entire square, and Ya Que lost his voice.

Everyone remained silent and looked at Fang Wuque.

Only Yang Wuli, the leader of the Yan Knife Gang in the other direction, had a sneer on his face, showing disdain.

"Hypocrisy, let's see how long you can keep pretending?"

"I am Fang Wuque. Thanks to the righteous people from all walks of life, I have traveled thousands of miles to come to my Golden Sword Sect. I hope you will bear with me for my lack of hospitality..."

Fang Wuque first raised his hands and saluted the heroes from all directions, and everyone also returned the salute.

"As you all know, today is the day when the Yan Knife Gang fulfills their two-year agreement. Two years ago, the evil faction had a lucky victory over the Yan Knife Gang and took away this sacred sword that our ancestors paid attention to. Today's Yan Knife

To help cultivate a peerless disciple, if you come to ask for it, our Golden Sword Sect will naturally welcome you. In order to ensure fairness and justice, I will invite you to bring out the magic sword today, please witness it together!"

Fang Wuque spoke loudly.

After the words fell, an elder with a dignified face, half-white hair, and silk robes respectfully held a gleaming golden sword in his hands, walked slowly from a distance.

Countless people in the world instantly turned their gazes to the golden sword, holding their breaths with piercing eyes.

Is this the magical sword that the ancestors of the Golden Knife Sect kept in mind?

It was a supreme holy object that once used it to kill Jindan Daxiu, destroy countless opponents, and shock the world.

Many people looked at it with hot eyes, and various expressions of envy and jealousy filled their hearts. Some people even wished they could seize the sword directly, escape from the world, hide their names, and then realize the peerless magic from it, and create a hegemony and fame like the ancestors of the Golden Sword Sect.

Eternal.

Unfortunately, many thoughts were shattered as the golden magic sword was slowly placed on the altar table, leaving only a secret sigh.

Ning Chuan also condensed his eyes and stared at him closely.

"How's it going? Is it an eye-opener?"

Senior Brother Jielong whispered in Ningchuan's ear.

“Truly extraordinary.”

Ning Chuan nodded.

After all, his predecessor was also a man who had seen the world.

So you can tell at a glance that this knife is extraordinary.

"That's enough. No more gossip. Let's get straight to the point."

Suddenly, Yang Wuli from the Yan Knife Gang came over with a cold voice, "Best of three rounds, who are you planning to send from the Golden Knife Sect to fight this time?"

Everyone remained silent again, some of them looked towards the Flame Knife Gang, and some looked towards the Golden Knife Gate.

Fang Wuque, the master of the Golden Sword Sect, said in a calm tone, "Brother Yang, why should you be anxious? Even if you want to win the magic sword, you don't care about this moment."

"Humph, I just don't want to waste time."

Yang Wuli snorted coldly.

Among the crowd, Ning Chuan looked around, suddenly took a step forward, quietly came to Monk Huiwen, and gently tugged at the corner of Monk Huiwen's clothes.

"Uncle Master, I want to go to the toilet..."

【Ding!】

[Randomly paste strength value*40]!

Monk Huiwen's face darkened, and he took a deep look at Ning Chuan, "The lazy donkey poops and urinates a lot, why don't you go up to the inn in the morning? Go back quickly, don't waste time, don't talk nonsense, don't walk around, do you understand?

?”

"clear!"

Ning Chuan nodded quickly.

Monk Huiwen snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued to look at the venue.

Ning Chuan was secretly happy and immediately turned around and began to push his way towards the crowd.

Jielong looked at Ningchuan with a confused look.

A fight is about to start. Why is this guy going to the toilet now?

I rub it!

I rub it!

I rubbed hard!

【Ding!】
To be continued...