After Tong Tianshou finished speaking, none of the three of them could react.

Tong Tianshou has thousands of valleys, and it was chosen by the old men in it. He has been the most independent for many years in charge of the National Security Bureau. This time he rarely asked others for ideas, not for inquiries, nor for school entrance exams. Qin Xiaoyun and Li Xiangyong could see that he was diverting his attention, suppressing the panic in his heart, and buffering himself.

Li Xiangyong and Qin Xiaoyun looked at each other. The three of them had been together for decades and knew each other very well. They could see that Tong Tianshou was really in trouble this time.

Although Zhao Hanshan did not know Tong Tianshou so well, Qin Xiaoyun knew that he must be uneasy at this moment. After thinking for a while, he calmly said: "Director, I think I must block Kunlun Sect back!"

"What if it can't be blocked?" Tong Tianshou's expression calmed down, and there was no trace of color in his turbid eyes.

Zhao Hanshan's expression remained unchanged, and his attitude was very firm, saying, "We must block them back!"

Tong Tianshou looked at Zhao Hanshan quietly, and after a long time, his eyes slowly closed.

Li Xiangyong and Qin Xiaoyun also frowned. It was extremely dangerous to take action against the Kunlun Sect. If you are not careful, you will lead the National Security Bureau into chaos, and the misfortune will be unpredictable. But Zhao Hanshan said that it made them feel even more awesome. The Kunlun Sect must stop it. Otherwise, if they can gain a stable foothold in the capital, there will be more variables in the ancient martial arts world, and their own initiative will gradually be lost. The situation that the capital can control becomes a three-family battle for hegemony, and everything is unpredictable!

Zhao Hanshan was also extremely nervous. He knew what his words meant, but he understood even more that once Kunlun entered the capital, the National Security Bureau would not have any strategic buffer and would have to fight against all forces in close combat. This terrible consequence would make people shudder when thinking about it.

The room became silent again. Qin Xiaoyun and Li Xiangyong did not make any sound. Tong Tianshou lay on the rocking chair without moving. He tapped the back of his left hand with his index finger, and his disordered and invisible movements slowly adjusted and tried harder.

"How to block it?" Suddenly, Tong Tianshou opened his eyes, looked calm, and looked at Zhao Hanshan with a cold look.

Zhao Hanshan felt a thousand-pound mountain resisting on his shoulders, his legs trembled, and he felt unprecedented pressure in his heart!

Li Xiangyong and Qin Xiaoyun felt relieved. Tong Tianshou's actions told them that he had made a decision in his heart. As before, as long as Tong Tianshou made a decision, they would support him with all their strength and no need to think too much!

Zhao Hanshan looked at Tong Tianshou's eyes and said with a deep look, "We must never use the power related to us, and we must solve all the Kunlun Sect forces near the capital at one time!"

Tong Tianshou's eyes flashed with rays of splendor, and a hint of coldness and permeability.

Zhao Hanshan was straight and looked stern, without any fear of retreating.

Tong Tianshou looked at Zhao Hanshan and suddenly turned to Qin Xiaoyun again and said, "You said before that Nie Fan can have at least the fifth-level palace level combat power?"

Qin Xiaoyun felt aroused when he heard this and said, "With the Gods Tower in hand, you can definitely draw against the fifth level."

Tong Tianshou looked decisive, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and said, "Send the red stone he wants and promised him to complete the exchange conditions as soon as possible. In addition, if you use the people of the Changshou Sect, you must eradicate Kunlun at one time. None of the forces involved will be left!"

Li Xiangyong looked slightly stunned. It was the first time he saw Tong Tianshou showing his murderous intent so directly. He immediately realized that the Kunlun Sect's northward journey really touched his rebellious scale, which made him lose his composure.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now!" Li Xiangyong didn't know what he had in his deepest meaning when he asked Nie Fan just now, but he had already been angry with the Kunlun Sect, so he stood up and walked outside. The Changshou Sect was supported by the National Security Bureau. For decades, the National Security Bureau has helped them gather powerful figures to join. Naturally, these people are not something that Yang Hang-yong can command. In fact, they are all controlled by the National Security Bureau. Therefore, Yang Hang-yong is afraid that Yang Hang-yong will not know how much power is hidden in the name of the Changshou Sect!

The small mountain was still as stable as a rock, without any movement. Even though the Kunlun Sect had already reached the door, they were calmer than expected by all the waiting and watching forces in the capital. I wonder if they were intimidated or if they really had enough confidence.

Although the news of the Kunlun Association did not come out, and the outside world still claimed to be the Chutian Association, the situation of the three-legged capital city, Changshou Sect and Blood Sword Alliance, one of them dominated the two companies, becoming more and more clear. The four forces confronted locally and were generally stable, and they were all trying their best to consolidate the territory of existing forces.

Whether it is east, north, west, south, it is actually not calm. Various forces bound by the ancient martial arts world and various rules on the ancient martial arts world on earth suddenly no longer have these constraints. The sharp contradictions that were originally hidden were boiling like boiling water, and no one could stop them.

In the south, the mountains and dense forests, the depths of fog and miasma.

In the huge entrance of the cave, tall barbarian warriors, holding spears and wearing sharp armor, stood on both sides of the passage like sculptures, cold and majestic.

Inside the entrance of the cave was full of thick marble, and countless barbarians and men kept walking inside, each of them looked nervous and excited, whispering in a low voice.

As the winding passage moves forward, the passage becomes wider and wider, so tall that it is unimaginable. In one of the largest mountain belly inside, an altar that is neat and solemn, dozens of meters long and ten meters high is standing in the center, with statues of the Barbarian God on it, and purple flames are gushing in their eyes, as if they are about to be resurrected.

These barbarians walked in and stood around, with respectful expressions, lowered their heads, excited and pious, and were silently reciting something.

As the number of people coming in increased, the purple eyes of the sculpture of the Man God flashed more and more, and purple light filled it, which was extremely strange.

Not long after, nearly a thousand barbarians gathered in the huge mountain belly. They guarded the altar and lowered their heads to recite. There was a faint indescribable power to the barbarian god in the center, making his purple eyes brighter and brighter, as if they were about to come back to life.

An old man in white clothes, white hair, and black sandalwood crutches walked out slowly, slowly passed by everyone, and stood on the altar.

The barbarians immediately felt something, and raised their heads and saw the hunched and extremely old man on the altar. He immediately stroked his right hand and said respectfully, "High Priest."

The high priest's face was extremely withered. He didn't know how many years he had lived. It seemed that he had just crawled out of the coffin, with dark wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were extremely bright, as if there were moon and stars surrounding him, and the depth was unpredictable.

He looked at the people in front of him, and they were carefully selected and represented most barbarians. His vicissitudes of life were trembling, and his voice could not hide his excitement, and he echoed in the belly of the mountain: "Mencius, it has been two hundred years since we have been born again!"

"The Barbarian God is above, follow the Barbarian King forever, and pursue our lost glory!" As the high priest finished speaking, almost all the barbarians were extremely excited, leaning down, and a unified voice resounded throughout the mountain.

The high priest stood under the sculpture of the barbarian god, opened his arms suddenly and shouted loudly, "Our king, show up!"

An invisible force suddenly flowed in the hall. The huge statue of the barbarian god trembled violently, and dust fell down. The eyes, which were already radiating purple flames, became more and more bright, and countless purple lights flashed, as if the barbarian god was really resurrected and looking down at his people.

All the barbarians around were extremely excited and stared at the huge statue of the barbarian god. They all knew that the barbarian king had been born in the barbarian court, and now he was summoning him here through a ritual, receiving the baptism of the barbarian god sculpture, and truly becoming the king of the barbarians!

The high priest's white robe Wufeng automatically. He stretched out his arms and muttered something in his mouth, which faintly echoed the statue of the Barbarian God behind him. The statue of the Barbarian God trembled, and purple lights flashed in his eyes, and purple flames filled out. The sky gathered in front of the high priest, forming a huge circular aperture.

The high priest's deep eyes flashed with a blazing look, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Bar King, show up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the statue of the Barbarian God trembled violently, and the purple aperture light flashed. Suddenly, a tall figure, holding the spearless spear, walked out of the aperture with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The barbarians around him felt the familiar breath that had been missing from this person for a long time. They were so excited that they almost burst into tears. They all leaned over and shouted respectfully: "Bar King!"

Even the high priest trembled with excitement, stroked his chest with one hand, bowed towards the figure above and said, "King!"

The tall figure walked out of the aperture, with doubts at first, but in a blink of an eye, he realized that he was tall and upright, covered in animal skin, his bare shoulders were solid and hard, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he was holding a spear in his hand in the void. The unique aura of the Barbarian King made all the barbarians recognize it from the bottom of their hearts!

The Barbarian King stood in the void, his body filled with a powerful aura, and his voice echoed in the belly of the mountain like thunder: "I will follow the wishes of the Barbarian Kings of all dynasties, lead my tribe members out of the thousand-year-old troubles, and stay away from this inhuman land!"

"Bar King Qianqiu!" Everyone, the barbarians, were even more excited and couldn't help but kneel down. Since that war, they have retreated and have been able to hide in the depths of this deserted fog, with people withering and indignant difficulties.

The high priest also trembled slightly, looked up at the tall figure and said, "Bar King, please accept the baptism."

The new Barbarian King nodded, turned around and appeared in front of the statue of the Barbarian God, standing not far from its purple eyes, looking at it. He accepted the inheritance of the Barbarian King in the Barbarian Court, and was already the Barbarian King, but that was the Barbarian Court's choice and it must be recognized by the tribe members.

When the barbarians saw the barbarian king standing there, they stood up one after another, with a solemn expression and chanting something in a low voice.

The purple eyes of the Barbarian God became more and more intense, and suddenly, the purple light flashed directly into the Barbarian King's eyes.
Chapter completed!