Pingzhou City.

Wuji Sect Ancestral Court.

Qi Changlin brought a group of Baolin Sect's powerful men to visit again.

The level of the person who received him this time was higher than last time, and he changed from the elder of the inner hall Fang Yunbo to the deputy head Peng Xiangyun.

After a brief greeting, both parties separated and sat down.

On the side of Wuji Sect, except Peng Xiangyun, there were only the core true messengers Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen, Xu Chun and others who were there to accompany him, and no one of the real power could see.

On the other hand, for this meeting, the Baolin School was full of masters, and more than a dozen masters of Huajin stuffed the small conference hall.

Peng Xiangyun sat down on his head, in a state of spirit and calm manner, his black and white hair was meticulously combed, and he seemed to be more than a teenager younger.

Qi Changlin, sitting next to Peng Xiangyun, had an old face, a dull face, and a faint hunchback on his back. Compared with the high spirits some time ago, it seemed like he had changed his own person.

Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen, Xu Chun and other true disciples all sat upright, without looking sideways, with polite smiles always on the corners of their mouths, and their eyes were full of confidence.

Although they have a small number of people, their aura completely suppresses the Baolin Sect.

"Brother Peng, I brought so many people here today, which should be enough to prove my sincerity."

Qi Changlin said slowly: "We don't have much request. We just want to find a place to live in the eastern province. We can give up all the industries of the Yin-Yang Sect and hand them over to Wujimen for disposal."

Peng Xiangyun laughed in silence and shook his head: "President Qi, sorry, I can't accept it."

"Why?"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Qi Changlin could not hide his disappointment and resentment: "Is the Wuji Sect really so greedy that he can't even swallow the Baolin Sect?"

“Quality on the contrary.”

Peng Xiangyun calmly said: "My Wuji Sect is not the kind of sect that ignores morality and robs you forcibly, and he is even more afraid of being stabbed by fellow martial arts masters."

Qi Changlin heard the other party’s implicit meaning, and his face turned into a pig’s liver, which was extremely embarrassing.

The senior executives of the Baolin School also felt dull.

The so-called indirect morality and robbery is to think about the actions of the Baolin Sect to the Yin-Yang Sect, and to see who the specific actions are clearly defined.

But they couldn't have an attack and even had to laugh.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

They came to negotiate with Wujimen, not to lift the table.

If the Baolin Sect really breaks apart and loses the support of the Tianlong Sect, it is no match for the Wuji Sect at all, and the destruction of the sect is only in the latter's thoughts.

Qi Changlin closed his eyes and silently circulated his inner breath to calm his mood, while thinking about negotiation strategies.

After a long time, his eyes opened again, saving all politeness and fakeness, and said straight in one's own way: "Brother Peng, from now on, the Baolin Sect is willing to follow the Wuji Sect and only seek a way out!"

Peng Xiangyun raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at Qi Changlin with deep meaning.

He didn't expect that Qi Changlin would be so determined.

In order to preserve the inheritance of the Baolin Sect, he did not hesitate to become a vassal of the Wuji Sect.

But why does Wuji Sect raise a wolf by your side?

Looking at the past actions of the Baolin School, it can be said that it is expanding and greedy. It is the best choice to bite it at any time and drive it out of the eastern province.

"President Qi, the Baolin Sect is also a top sect after all, why do you have to be so wronged? I, Wuji Sect, have actually done nothing in my life for a while, right?"

Peng Xiangyun continued to practice Tai Chi: "So, you can keep your heart in your stomach. We don't care, and we don't care about what the Baolin School has been and what the future will be like."

It is because you did nothing that I was afraid!

Qi Changlin said helplessly: "Brother Peng, I have visited you many times and have shown my sincerity. Can you tell me the truth?"

Peng Xiangyun lowered his eyes, looking like an old monk entering into meditation.

After a while, he slowly said, "Since Master Qi wants to hear the truth, then I will tell you a big truth."

"Look at me with your ears."

Qi Changlin sat upright, and at the same time, an unknown premonition arose in his heart.

"Instead of thinking about negotiating with us, you might as well prepare for a retreat as soon as possible." Peng Xiangyun said lightly.

As soon as this statement was released, all the senior officials of the Baolin School were present changed drastically.

Peng Xiangyun's words are equivalent to directly blocking the possibility of negotiations.

This means that the Baolin School’s idea of ​​resolving problems through negotiations failed. Unless it imitates Yin-Yang Sect and moves out of the eastern province, it will face the blade of Wuji Sect directly.

Qi Changlin's cheek muscles twitched, his teeth clenched, and three words were squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth: "Is there no need to talk about?"

"No need to talk about it!"

Peng Xiangyun had a expressionless face and a cold look on his face.

Qi Changlin narrowed his eyes into a gap, pressed the armrest of the Taishi chair, leaned forward, as if he might start a sudden attack at any time: "Can you make the decision?"

"Of course I can make the decision."

Peng Xiangyun is also the great master of Danjin, so naturally he could not be frightened by Qi Changlin: "The internal and external affairs of Wuji Sect are handled by me on behalf of the senior brother of the head."

Qi Changlin nodded, and was obviously extremely angry, but his tone was extremely calm. The dangerous aura in his body gradually increased: "Then can I see Master Chen?"

"cannot."

Peng Xiangyun simply refused: "The senior brother of the sect is not available."

"It's too much!"

Qi Changlin could no longer bear it, and slapped the coffee table suddenly, shouting angrily: "Peng, do you really think our Baolin School is a soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others?"

"Crazy!"

The sturdy pineapple wood coffee table, along with the cups placed on it, instantly turned into pieces.

Qi Changlin's eyebrows were raised and his eyes were spitting fire, and he was obviously extremely angry.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment.

Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen, Xu Chun and other Wuji disciples quickly stood up and gathered around Peng Xiangyun.

The Baolin Sect responded differently.

Except for a few people with strong personalities, most of the rest are at a loss and tide.

They would never dare to do it.

Taking action in the Wuji Sect ancestral courtyard is no different from dying.

Peng Xiangyun signaled Cheng Feng and other disciples to get out of the way, looked directly at Qi Changlin's tiny face, and said slowly: "President Qi, your qi cultivation skills are not yet good. I'm just telling the truth, why are you angry?"

Qi Changlin was even more angry. His loose practice clothes were free of wind and he was evaporated with white mist on his head. He said with hatred: "Wouldn't Wuji Sect be afraid that we will break the dead?"

"You are fish and I am the knife and chopping board, how can you get the fish to die?"

Peng Xiangyun dusted his sleeves, and then Yun calmly waved his hand: "Cheng Feng, see off the guests."

"yes!"

Cheng Feng held his fists and took the order, strode to Qi Changlin, leaned against him and said, "President Qi, the meeting is over, please go out."

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Qi Changlin said three good words in a row, his eyes were red, and his tone was harsh: "I want to see how long can you be arrogant in Wuji Sect?"

After saying harsh words, Qi Changlin brushed his sleeves and suddenly soared into the sky.

"boom!"

A big hole was knocked out by Qi Changlin on the roof of the conference hall.
Chapter completed!