Looking at Feng Wuji angrily, someone seemed to have figured out something and shouted: "Damn it, Feng Wuji must have joined the Jiuyou cult long ago."
As soon as this statement came out, the crowd became angry and pointed their finger at Feng Wuji.
"Yes, he must have surrendered to the Nine Nether Cult."
"Damn it, I asked you why the martial arts meeting was advanced. Now it seems that Feng Wuji and Jiuyou Sect have some plans?"
"Feng Wuji, tell me honestly, what is the intention of your Jiuyou Sect?"
"Tell me, if you don't tell me, don't blame us for being rude to you."
…
The whole place was filled with denunciations and curses.
On the high platform to the north, Feng Xingyun, the many elders of the Feng family, the family's children, and the young heroes who were recruited by the Feng family and prepared to represent the Feng family in the martial arts competition were all shocked.
Without thinking, many young heroes stepped off the platform one after another, fearing to avoid Feng Wuji.
Feng Wuji was so bold that he colluded with the Jiuyou cult. If they did not disassociate themselves from him at this time, they would definitely be in trouble when the people present would attack him.
Feng Wuji's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care that many young heroes left without telling him. He turned his eyes and looked at Ouyang Gu, and said funnyly: "Ouyang Gu, you can't save yourself, do you still want to be the city lord? Anyway, you have to do it,
I will give up this position of city lord to you now."
"What do you mean?"
Ouyang Gu frowned and asked, his voice loud enough to cover the entire audience, causing many people to fall silent.
Leng Wuqing, the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Hengqiu, and the leader of the Zhantian Alliance, Yan Feiyun, were silent at this moment, but their faces became gloomy.
From Feng Wuji's words, they could faintly hear that something might be wrong.
Leng Qingqing was a little better. He had already learned about the Jiuyou Sect from Ying Lao in advance, so he was secretly prepared. However, Yuan Hengqiu, Yan Feiyun, and Ouyang Gu were all caught off guard when they first heard about the Jiuyou Sect.
"Haha, what do you mean? It's very simple. You are all fish now and can only be slaughtered by others. Do you understand?"
Feng Wuji stood up, looked around the audience, and sneered nonchalantly.
At the same time, he added in his mind: "You are like flesh and blood, and I, Feng Wuji, am also flesh and blood. Life and death are not up to me."
Hearing Feng Wuji's words, he was completely furious. Someone shouted: "Feng Wuji, if you have something to say, say it, if you have something to say, fart, what on earth do you want to say?"
Now, many people are so angry that they can't help but want to take action against Feng Wuji. Who will give him face?
When he speaks, he speaks sharply and without any scruples.
No matter how angry the people present were, Feng Wuji glanced at the entire place, then raised his head slightly, looked into the distance, and said loudly: "Sir, it's almost time now, it's time for you to show up."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted: "Look, someone is coming!"
Suddenly everyone's eyes were looking towards the distant sky, and they saw a huge black lotus with a radius of several feet, exuding evil aura, roaring towards them.
On top of the black lotus, stood a short old man.
The old man was wearing a black robe, his white hair was flying in the wind, and he wore a silver mask on his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.
"Who?"
Many people present were shocked.
…
"This person is extremely powerful, please stay by my side and don't move!"
Tang Wanqing looked at the old man in black robe driving a huge black lotus into the sky, her pupils froze slightly, and she said to Tang Mang beside her.
"Um."
Tang Mang nodded, seeing that the old man in black robe was very powerful.
Can it not be scary?
Stepping on the black lotus and flying in the air, this person has at least the cultivation level of Wanxiang Realm.
What's more, the evil aura exuded by the huge black lotus is several times ten times more powerful than Ji Tong, the bald man, and Ye Xuan, making people feel breathless and frightened.
…
The old man in black robe acted as if there was no one around. He seemed to be a long way away. In a few breaths, he arrived on the high platform in the north. The black lotus also turned into a ball of black energy, poured into his body, and disappeared completely.
The old man in black robe had just stepped on the stage. Not far away, Feng Xingyun, many elders of the Feng family, and the children of the Feng family were trembling all over, their breathing intensified, they did not dare to say a word, and they did not dare to look at the old man in black robe.
The old man in black robe was so weird. Although he didn't emit much aura, under the mask, his eyes were as sharp and cold as an eagle, which shot to the heart.
Not to mention Feng Xingyun and others, many people present did not dare to look into the eyes of the old man in black robes. However, there were too many people present, from all religions and schools, and there were many brave people.
Although he didn't look at the old man in black robes, he was caught in the crowd and shouted loudly: "You hidden old man, who are you?"
"Gaga, who am I? You can call me Cangming Old Demon."
The old man in black robe did not lose his temper. He looked around the audience condescendingly and let out a sinister laugh.
This laughter did not sound like it was coming from a human being, but rather seemed to come from some kind of demon. It was extremely harsh and unpleasant. Many people present felt their scalps go numb when they heard it. Feng Xingyun was even more frightened and shivering, with chills running down his spine.
"Old Demon Cangming?"
The crowd chanted these two words, and after a while, Leng Wuwu stood up, with an indifferent look on his face, and asked: "Are you from the Jiuyou Sect?"
"good."
Cangming Old Demon nodded slightly.
"Sure enough, this old guy really comes from the Jiuyou Sect."
"Damn it, what on earth does the Jiuyou Sect want to do?"
…
The whole place exploded, and many people had a bad feeling.
"Just give me some peace."
At this moment, Old Demon Cang Ming shouted loudly, and the next moment, his robes fluttered, and his breath was no longer restrained. Black light flashed all over his body, exuding an extremely evil aura.
Feeling this breath, the crowd gasped one after another. They felt that the air around them had become much thinner and it was difficult to breathe.
The most frightening thing is that this evil atmosphere is all the time and pervasive, constantly eroding their minds, making them upset, irritable and restless, and they can't help but want to kill people.
Under the erosion of this terrifying evil aura, Leng Qingwu, Yuan Hengqiu, Ouyang Ying, Yan Feiyun, and the few masters of the Vientiane Realm present all showed solemn expressions.
Momentum can often represent a person's strength!
The stronger the momentum, the stronger the strength!
Cang Ming Old Demon's momentum alone is so terrifying, and needless to say, his strength is extremely strong.
Tang Wanqing and Tang Mang were also eroded by the all-pervasive evil aura at this moment. Fortunately, the two of them were strong-willed and practiced the Great Freedom Pure Heart Mantra. They chanted slightly and the evil spirits retreated.
However, the two of them still felt the power of Old Demon Cang Ming. Tang Wanqing took a deep breath, without thinking, waved her hand, grabbed Tang Mang's arm, and swept away in a flash.
Ye Xuan stood not far away and did not stop him, allowing Tang Wanqing to lead Tang Mang all the way to the south high platform.
On the high platform in the south, when she saw Tang Wanqing and Tang Mang arriving, Leng Yu'er patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked at Leng Qingwu and asked anxiously: "Dad, what should we do now?"