Early the next morning, Ling Yu was extremely excited, and then he couldn't wait to lead people to rush towards Bangor County.

The squad leader and his group were being treated in the hospital. Suddenly, they received news that their nest was burned by a fire.

The extremely angry squad leader rushed back to the courtyard with a group of defeated soldiers. The fire had been put out, but the losses were heavy.

"Damn it! These beasts!"

The squad leader never thought about how they dealt with Nanlong Company, but now they are returned to their own body by others, which is also unhappy to retribution.

"Hey! Who are you talking about?"

At some point, a large number of people gathered behind the squad leader and others.

Ling Yu, with the little blacksmiths and dozens of elite medicine dragons, surrounded the squad leader and his group.

Without the Black Supreme? The squad leader and others are nothing. Facing Ling Yu and others is no different from being a waste.

After beating the squad leader and others, Ling Yu led the team away.

Looking at the remnants of defeated soldiers all over the ground, the squad leader was so angry that he smoked his or her orifices, he knew that he could no longer hold on to the scene.

Rumble! Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Six helicopters descended from the sky and landed on the Nanlong Group construction site.

Ning Zifei took a plane and picked up the masters of the eight major sects from the airport.

The first batch of 88 masters were all silver-level masters and elites from the eight major sects.

After receiving Lin Xiao's call, Lie Yangzi and Chuan Jing did not dare to neglect them. They immediately held a board meeting and selected eighty-eight people to come out.

In the next few days, more eight major sect masters will enter the market continuously.

Compared with the movements on Lin Xiao's side, the martial arts world in the Western Regions were also in full swing.

The Western Regions martial arts are not as scattered as the Central Plains martial arts. They are very united.

The reason for unity is that they have a common leader, Olan.

Dozens of sects of all sizes in the Western Regions are all forces with a long history and profound heritage. They are distributed on the vast Western Regions land and can be called princes.

The Chinese martial arts world suddenly entered the market and brought a large number of people to the Western Regions. The news exploded in the Western Regions.

The environment in the Western Regions is harsh, and martial arts people have been fighting against nature for many years and have developed a strong folk custom. Therefore, in terms of strength, the strength of the disciples of the sect is even stronger.

However, there is one disadvantage of the Western Regions, which is that they lack resources. No matter how strong the individual is, they will seem to be short of their ability to put them in the group.

The Central Plains are vast and have countless resources. Even if people from the Western Regions want to enter the Central Plains and get a share of the pie, it will be difficult for them to get what they want.

Therefore, for a long time, there has been not much interaction between the Central Plains and the Western Regions, and the relationship between the martial arts world has also been broken.

Simply put, neither of the two forces conquer each other, and a battle may occur as soon as there is a chance.

This time, the Central Plains martial arts world took the initiative to invade, so how could these barbarians bear this tone?

After receiving the summons of Oulan, dozens of martial arts sect leaders all went to Kazakhstan to gather.

A round spire in Kazakhsawa City, a quaint building made of wooden structures, is filled with masters and bigwigs from the Western Regions martial arts world.

These people were wearing strange costumes that people in the Central Plains could not imagine, and they sat upright, with their eyes gathered on Oulan, who was sitting in the tiger-skinned position.

Oulan still looked calm and gentle, but she had recently cut her hair. Her neat buzz cut made him look younger, and his face was even more sharp.

After being injured, Oulan has been recuperating in a secret place, and has not even returned to Qinggou Village, and even the important task of protecting the saint was handed over.

However, the saint Wan Rou has been punished for failing the mission at the headquarters of the Qiankun Academy and was jailed for several months to reflect seriously.

Therefore, the Qiankun Academy has been a little quiet recently and has no major moves.

I originally thought that it would be easy to send out the Black Supreme Assistant Squad Leader and the construction team of the Nanlong Group to restrain the Nanlong Group. I never expected that Lin Xiao would abandon the Judicial Council and go directly to the Western Regions.

"I thought that he could control Lin Xiao very well by lending the Red Supreme to the fifth in the world, but he didn't expect that this old guy kept holding his troops and could not even conceal him. Isn't this obviously thinking about the troubles of the water? "

Oulan's eyes were dark.

Others don’t know, but he knows the fifth in the world.

Others think that the fifth person in the world is the turtle, because they are afraid of Lin Xiao.

But, what a powerful figure in the world is the fifth most powerful person, how could he be afraid of Lin Xiao?

He did this for two reasons. One was to repair himself and improve his strength, the other was to make Lin Xiao anxious and then find the next target.

Obviously, Lin Xiao found the target, which was Oulan.

Oulan was so upset because of this incident.

The Black Supreme has flaws and must be adjusted in battle. However, Lin Xiao brought two supremes at once, and there was no chance of a fair fight, let alone the adjustment flaws.

Now, even the eight major sects have come, and this is the rhythm of trying to start a complete war with the martial arts world in the Western Regions.

Now, Oulan's only trump card is probably that... "Master Oulan, a large number of masters sent by the Central Plains martial arts world, gathered outside Bangor County. We must be prepared. If they take action, we will be passive."

A middle-aged thick man with eight huge skeleton necklaces hanging on his chest spoke up, interrupting Oulan's thoughts.

The master of the Skeleton Sect and the great master of the Blood Hand.

The base camp of the Blood Hand Master is in Kazakhstan, with more than a dozen magnificent temples, many believers and women, and have a high prestige.

The wooden rounded building in front of you is where Master Blood Hand usually preaches and chants.

Today, in order to welcome Grand Master Oulan and his fellow martial arts master, the Blood Hand Master deliberately closed this place, which is enough to show how much he cares about the entire situation.

The martial arts worlds in the Western Regions have always united with each other, embraced themselves to the outside world, and were a rare unity.

As soon as the bloody hand opened, it immediately caused many responses.

"We might as well start first and put them aside."

"I heard that several top experts in the Central Plains, Lie Yangzi and Master Chuan Jing have all come. What do they want to do?

It is obvious that I want to provoke us and I must not make any comments."

"Yes! According to the rules of martial arts, if you break into other spheres of influence, you must use your fists to resolve the dispute."

After Oulan waited for them to discuss it, he said in a deep voice, "This time, Nanlong Group and the All-Sectarian Company established by the eight major sects have entered the Western Regions to do business. It should have been a happy event and contributed to the prosperity of our Western Regions.

But they bullied too much and sent people to destroy my stronghold in Bangor County and killed countless people under my command, so we couldn't sit still and wait for death."

It was clearly the dispute that Oulan took the initiative to provoke, but now it is all pushed to Nanlong Group. And when it comes to speaking, it is neither blushing nor beating, and the face is thick-skinned to a certain extent.

"This is a war!"

The Blood Hand Master said sternly, "Our Western Regions martial arts are not soft persimmons, we must respond."

"Yes! Kill them and teach them some lessons!"
Chapter completed!