Eight hundred and eighty-two chapters Mingjiao come
Murong Fu signaled Ting Feng, and Chui Xue stepped forward and lifted Huang Rong to the seat of Murong's house. At this moment, her injury had been suppressed, but it would take a lot of effort to completely cure it.
The heroes were deeply shocked by this sword, and only now they slowly came back to their senses, whispering to each other.
"How can this sword energy be so weird? There are obviously no wounds, but the wounds are so severe?"
"Is it also the martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual?"
"I don't think so. Just before Gang Leader Huang fainted, he seemed to say that it was given by Murong Fu. Did Mr. Murong do something to that sword?"
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Fang Zheng listened to the crowd's discussion getting louder and louder. He sighed helplessly and raised his voice, "I see that no one will challenge Master Zhou today. So I will officially announce that Xie Xun has the right to handle this martial arts conference."
Will be handed over to..."
Before he finished speaking, a calm and upright voice suddenly came from the air, "Wait a minute, it seems that our Mingjiao still has a quota and has not yet participated in the battle."
This sound had no origin and came from all directions, but it seemed to be ringing in their ears. Everyone heard it clearly and were amazed.
Zhang Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, a complicated look flashed across his face, looked at Yin Tianzheng, and whispered, "Grandpa, I'm afraid Wuji will become a major sinner of the Ming Cult."
Yin Tianzheng shook his head slowly, "No, it's because we are not good at protecting the teachings. Even if something happens in the future, it will be our four great protecting Dharma kings who have no shame to face our ancestors. It has nothing to do with the leader."
Murong Fu's expression changed several times. He was very familiar with this voice. It was the second elder of the Persian General Ming Cult, Assassin.
He instinctively did not want to face this person. Last time on Spirit Snake Island, for some unknown reason, Assassin finally compromised and gave him the last piece of the Holy Fire Token.
He had studied the martial arts in the Holy Fire Order several times, but he never dared to practice it because he was afraid that Assassin had some big conspiracy.
Moreover, the three-month period promised at that time has long passed. It stands to reason that Assassin should come to ask for the Holy Fire Order. However, after such a long time, there is no news about Assassin. I did not expect that at this martial arts conference, he would be taught by Mingjiao.
The person was invited.
Fang Zheng's face was more solemn than ever before, because a person suddenly appeared behind him, it was the sweeping monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion. Originally, he had been lurking in the dark to protect the overall situation, but now he appeared directly. What does this mean?
It shows that the person who came here has extremely high martial arts, even higher than Murong Fu.
Not long after, three people came to the mountain gate. The leader was dressed in black and red Western costumes. He had a slender figure and an extremely handsome face. His body seemed to be covered with a transparent film. After a second glance, he felt trance-like.
On the left is Zhou Dian, and on the right is a Buddhist monk who is short and thin, looking like a child of twelve or thirteen years old, but his eyebrows are completely white, his face is rosy, and his skin is compact.
Every time the three of them took a step, the surrounding space folded and the earth shrank. Their bodies were already several feet away. In the blink of an eye, they had crossed the crowd and arrived at the Mingjiao camp.
Assassin scanned the audience. Now Murong Fu paused, nodded slightly, and then landed on the sweeping monk. A smile appeared on his face, "The outstanding people in the Central Plains are indeed well-deserved, and my trip is well-deserved."
The sweeping monk also stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "May I ask where the donor came from and where he is going?"
"I, the second elder of the Ming Cult, Assassin, have met the master." Assassin returned the salute meticulously.
"Second Elder of the Ming Cult?" Everyone was surprised and confused. They had never heard that the Demon Cult had a second elder. Moreover, this person's dress and appearance did not look like a person from the Central Plains. How could he become the Second Elder of the Demon Cult?
Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Wuji confused, obviously waiting for his explanation.
Before Zhang Wuji could speak, Yin Tianzheng said first, "Our Ming Cult is derived from the Persian Chief Cult. This is the envoy from the Persian Chief Cult. He is also a member of our Ming Cult and can fight for our sect."
"Mingjiao originated from Persia!" Everyone in the audience couldn't help being surprised. Apparently, not many people knew about the origin of Mingjiao.
Fang Zheng frowned and said immediately, "This is the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference. Since you are from Persia, you cannot participate."
"Master, you are talking nonsense. When did you say that if you are not from the Central Plains, you cannot go to war? It is obviously..." Zhou Dian said.
"Brother Zhou, please don't be rude." Zhang Wuji shouted softly, stopped Zhou Dian, and then said to Fang Zheng, "Master, since there is no rule in advance, and Elder Assassin is indeed a member of our sect, why can't he go to fight?
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"This..." Fang Zheng was at a loss for words.
Just listen to Zhang Wuji say again, "Besides, if we really count, there are a few people who went out to fight today with blood from the Western Regions in their bodies, but the master is biased."
Fang Zheng was speechless, and the heroes were speechless. They all looked at Murong Fu, obviously saying, don't you want to defend Zhou Zhiruo? Now is your chance.
Murong Fu smiled faintly and said to Zhang Wuji, "As far as I know, although the Ming Cult originated from Persia, it cut off contact a hundred years ago and established its own branch. It has long since disrespected the orders of the Persian Chief Cult. Today, in order to save Xie Xun, you
But if you are luring a wolf into your house, aren't you afraid that the foundation of Mingjiao will change hands?"
Zhang Wuji's expression changed slightly. It was clear that this question had touched his weakness, but he still forced himself to say, "This is a matter of my clear religion, and I don't need Mr. Murong to worry about it."
"Unfortunately, I still thought that the Mingjiao were all righteous heroes. They could set an example for the world in resisting the invasion of foreign enemies. But now it seems that they are nothing more than that." Murong Fu mocked.
"I appreciate the compliment from Mr. Murong, but in the eyes of the Central Plains people, the Ming Cult is a heinous demon sect and cannot serve as an example to the world." Yin Tianzheng said casually.
"Zhang Wuji," Murong Fu shouted fiercely, looking directly at Zhang Wuji, "Are you sure you want to join forces with Assassin? You know, even if Xie Xun died, it would be the result of his countless murders in the past. Mingjiao
Although we act strangely, our national integrity is still there. Once we join forces with foreigners, there will be no place for you in the vastness of the Central Plains."
"This..." Zhang Wuji didn't know this truth, and he was in trouble for a while. Joining forces with Assassin, the embezzlement of the Mingjiao is probably the lightest result. Once people's hearts are broken, I'm afraid that a century-old foundation will be destroyed in one day.
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"Mr. Murong, I haven't seen you for a few months. You're fine." Assassin said suddenly.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes and said with a slight smile, "It's okay, but I still can't forget what happened on Spirit Snake Island."
"Young Master took the Holy Fire Token, a sacred object of our religion. I wonder if I can return it?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was in such a hurry this time that I forgot to bring it with me. I don't know where the second elder lives. I'll send someone there immediately after the martial arts tournament is over."
"It's okay, thank you master for your kindness." Assassin replied.
"Everyone, please rest for the night and discuss Xie Xun's ownership tomorrow." Fang Zheng said in a loud voice.
Everyone couldn't help but feel disappointed. Even if we discussed it tomorrow, it would have nothing to do with them.