After receiving the secret report that the master of Poyue Pavilion went to southern Xinjiang, Xi Yingfeng quickly contacted the leaders of other sects for a private meeting. Within half a day, the alliance reunited and headed south of the Yangtze River as quickly as possible.
Wei Moyan is gone, and only the sick Zixiu and a few hall masters and hosts are left in Poyue Pavilion. If we don't take advantage of this great opportunity to go straight to Huanglong, how long will it take? Southern Xinjiang is far away from Lanling, even if Wei Moyan receives the news and rushes back quickly
It will definitely be too late. When Poyue Pavilion falls, he will have no one to dispatch. Then the heroes will besiege him. Even if he is really the reincarnation of a god, he will have to stand still.
The sanctimonious leaders of the various sects at the alliance conference are now more united. When they hear that there is a way to destroy Poyue Pavilion, they all offer their own suggestions, and they are even competing for the task of chasing and intercepting Wei Moyan and Hongxian - so what if they lose some of their disciples?
The one who has the secret will win the world. Compared with the world, what are other people’s lives like?
Taking advantage of this rising desire, various sects sent their disciples with the best kung fu skills and the fastest minds to Lanling. For a time, the post road was filled with people from all walks of life armed with military equipment, which was a spectacular scene.
Those who wanted to rush to Lanling from the Central Plains had to cross the Huaishui River via Shuangtianzhai. The so-called heroes, either traveling together or alone, met on the banks of the Huaishui River. They exchanged pleasantries and on the surface denounced the Poyue Pavilion cult.
Everyone gets the confusion and punishes it, and they hold each other back privately, for fear that someone will be the first to intercept the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion and Hongxian, who is harboring mysteries.
Wei Moyan and Xia Qingluan didn't know about this, and they didn't need to know about it.
There were already people standing by the Huaishui River, waiting for the martial arts heroes to swarm over.
To cross the Huaishui River, one must rely on ferries. Because there were too many people to cross the river together and they were worried about each other taking the lead, the various sects gathered together to hire a large boat to cross the river at the same time.
Crowded wooden boats, hunched ferrymen, mist on the vast river, and a group of people talking about the righteous path of martial arts.
"It is indeed the first river in the Central Plains. When you look at the vast misty waves and the flowing water, how can it be compared to the long and thin water in the south of the Yangtze River and its femininity?"
"Since ancient times, beauties have emerged from the south of the Yangtze River. Not to mention Ruan Qingyan, the number one prostitute at that time, even two of the four young masters grew up in the south of the Yangtze River. I want to go there to see how beautiful the men and women there are and why they are worthy of people's attention.
boast like that.”
When Ruan Qingyan was mentioned, many people in their forties looked yearning for her. She was the only woman in ancient times who could make the emperor abandon his important ministers and seize her. Just the description of her beauty in rumors has exhausted all the words of praise in the world.
However, most of the younger generation are thinking about the two hall masters of Poyue Pavilion, Zi Xiu Hongxian. Many people are even indignant about Wei Moyan having two peerless beauties, and are dissatisfied with the rumored extraordinary wisdom and amazing talent.
The extremely beautiful Mr. Tian Jue only has jealousy but no envy.
The so-called heroes sailed towards the other shore in aimless imagination. When they were only tens of meters away from the shore, a thin figure in the mist attracted everyone's attention.
There was no one else at the ferry, except for a young man in an amber long-sleeved robe who was leaning against the railing with his eyes closed, seemingly deep in thought, but he happened to be blocking the way for everyone to disembark.
There is no murderous and violent aura around him, and he even looks quite weak. He is more peaceful and tranquil than the clear Huai Shui River, and more refined than a woman. His beautiful face is slightly deserted, which makes him more eye-catching.
The more dangerous the beast is, the more it knows how to restrain its aura. How can such a proud and elegant man be an ordinary person? Immediately, a police officer shouted: "I don't know who the master is from, do you want to go to Lanling with me? If you don't want to go with me, I hope you will come with me."
Make it easy for us to pass by."
The handsome figure on the ferry did not move at all, as if she did not smell it. A blue flower was fragrant between her fingers. It drifted with the breeze, and the faint fragrance spread to the crowd.
The expressions of several well-informed old men changed and they subconsciously covered their mouths and noses. However, the aroma was everywhere and had already penetrated into their hearts.
"Hold your breath." The middle-aged man who was originally sitting in the cabin of the boat raised his sword eyebrows, flipped his clothes and jumped over the bow of the boat and landed gracefully on the shore. Judging from his demeanor and attitude towards everyone, his identity was self-evident.
"Master Xi Sect, don't worry. I am not from Poyue Pavilion, and this herb is not fatal. The lives of everyone on board are not in danger." The handsome young man had a calm expression and a calm tone. He opened his eyes with a pair of slender, clear eyes.
Ruthless but heart-wrenching, even Xi Yingfeng, who has met countless people, can't help but secretly sigh, what a pure young man like the moon and water.
"Since the young master knows Xi, he must also know the purpose of our group's trip. I wonder why the young master is blocking the way here?"
"Without him, please don't take action against Poyue Pavilion." His words were cold and calm.
A glimmer of light flashed in Xi Yingfeng's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hands and said with a smile: "If the young master is joking, then that's it. If you take it seriously, even if Xi agrees, I'm afraid not even the people on this boat will agree!"
This young man of unknown origin seems to have no power but seems to be good at poisoning. He first said that he was not from Poyue Pavilion, and then asked everyone to give up attacking Poyue Pavilion. The contradiction was obvious. Some young men couldn't help but
He sneered: "How can we gain a foothold in the world in the future if you, a wild boy, just say it all with your mouth?"
With a muffled groan, the man who had spoken sarcastically just now suddenly pressed his chest and fell down. Black gurgling flowed out from his fingers. He was actually poisoned by the blood feudal prince.
In a matter of seconds, a man's life was lost inexplicably. Everyone on the boat was horrified. Only a few experts saw the way and drew their swords directly at the boatman wearing a raincoat and hat on the bow. The boatman who had been lowering his head just now raised his hidden weapon and moved quickly.
It's so neat that most people never notice it.
"Hey, you don't have to risk someone's life." The young master frowned. The other person just spoke rudely to him, so hurting his life would be too much.
After hearing the handsome man's command, the boatman stood up and took off his raincoat, and it turned out to be a strong young man in black. The young man stood on tiptoe and landed lightly on the shore next to Xi Yingfeng. Although he passed by him silently, he had rich experience.
The master of the Chonghua Sect knew with just one glance that the young man in black in front of him had a kung fu that was higher than ninety percent of the people on the boat.
These two people have a lot of background.
"Have you finished? Let's go." The young man in black walked to the handsome young master and said concisely as if he was stingy with his words.
Go? How to go? You kill people quietly and want to leave calmly, but you don’t know if you think they are fools or just stupid. The slightly helpless expression made the young man in black look blank, even though he was dissatisfied and unconvinced.
I can only stand aside with my arms crossed.
When someone dies, someone will naturally want to ask for an explanation. Xi Yingfeng waved his big palm to stop the impulsive juniors who jumped onto the shore one after another. He humbly clasped his fists at the two of them, and his etiquette was even more thorough than before: "Elegant and handsome,
With unparalleled magnificence, Mr. Wanqi truly lives up to his reputation as Ye Tan."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. How could anyone know the name of Mr. Yetan, Wanqi Haoyue? The young master of the Wanqi family, who was a genius, handsome, and distinguished himself at a young age, had no one since he entered the Poison King Valley.
You see, it’s no wonder that even the Chonghua Sect’s sect leader has to show courtesy. But it’s well known to the world that Duwang Valley is independent of the world. Why would Wanqi Haoyue appear here and kill the sect that was attacking Poyue Pavilion?