The atmosphere in the room became particularly tense.
Hai Wuya quietly winked at Qiuyang, Wu Hao and others, and all took a step forward, blocking Ye Feng behind him.
"Senior Sima, I wonder what you have to do with Ye Feng?" Hai Wuya asked cautiously.
Looking at Hai Wuya, Sima Tang was still smiling "Hehe, hehe...".
Suddenly, his eyes turned cold, and a huge pressure was released from his body.
Under this pressure, everyone in Hai Wuya retreated to both sides, revealing Ye Feng standing behind him with his head held high.
"Hehe, hehe...are you Ye Feng?" Sima Tang asked.
Facing the irresistible Sima Tang, Ye Feng did not show any sign of humility.
He still held his head high and said calmly: "Yes, I am."
"Hehe, hehe..." Sima Tang let out a creepy laugh again.
After laughing, he said in a deep voice: "Ye Feng, Jianhuangtang invites you to come with me to Jianhuangtang!"
After hearing Sima Tang's words, Ye Feng looked calm, but the expressions of everyone in Haiwuya suddenly changed.
Among the ten southeastern countries, the most powerful and powerful organization is the Sword Emperor Hall.
Although the number of members of the Sword Emperor Hall has not exceeded double digits so far, all of its members are powerful sword emperors who can sweep a country.
Facing the unparalleled coercion released by Sima Tang, Hai Wuya stepped forward and asked respectfully: "Senior Sima, I don't know why Jianhuangtang invited Ye Feng to come?"
Hai Wuya's inquiry caused a trace of disdain to appear in Sima Tang's eyes.
He replied arrogantly: "Hai Wuya, when will it be the turn of a strong swordsman like you to take care of the affairs of the Sword Emperor Hall?"
Sima Tang's arrogance made Hai Wuya feel frustrated. But even so, he did not dare to refute. Moreover, he knew in his heart that, just as Sima Tang said, Jianhuangtang is superior to any country or institution.
It is definitely not something that a strong swordsman like him can interfere with.
Hai Wuya didn't dare not give Jianhuangtang face, but that didn't mean that Ye Feng, a newborn calf, would also give Sima Tang face.
Facing Sima Tang's almost threatening invitation, Ye Feng frowned, his heart filled with sullenness.
So what if all the Sword Emperors in the Sword Emperor Hall were strong men? In Ye Feng’s memory, a strong man like Xiao Bai had never done such an arrogant and arrogant thing. And seeing Hai Wuya’s frustration, Ye Feng felt even more jealous of the sword in his heart.
Huangtang and Sima Tang himself did not have any good impressions.
"Sorry, I still have a lot of things to do, and I don't have the leisure time to chat with others." Ye Feng said unceremoniously.
Facing the angry Ye Feng, Sima Tang laughed again.
"Hehe, hehe..." Sima Tang's laughter was quite harsh.
He stared at Ye Feng and said coldly: "Ye Feng, being summoned by the Sword Emperor Hall is the dream of all the sword cultivators in the ten southeastern countries. Don't think that the Sword Emperor Hall is just a private institution, it represents the entire
The ten southeastern countries are the most powerful forces."
"Hmph." Faced with Sima Tang's arrogance, Ye Feng snorted disdainfully.
He turned his back, no longer looking at Sima Tang, and walked straight into the lounge at the back of the lobby.
You are arrogant three points, I will give you ten points back. This is Ye Feng's consistent principle of conduct.
Sima Tang looked at Ye Feng's back and hesitated for a while, but did not speak anymore and flew out of the lobby.
"Ye Feng, you will regret it sooner or later if you refuse Sword Emperor Hall's invitation!" After Sima Tangfei left the post house, his gloomy voice came from the air above the post house.
At the door of the post house, a short old man with a very wretched face quietly poked his head out after Sima Tang came to the door.
Looking at Sima Tang's back in the sky, a trace of anger flashed in the old man's eyes.
"This guy Sima Tang, who was always on good terms with me back then, why did his temper become so arrogant after he became a powerful Sword King?" The old man said angrily. After saying this, he swayed and entered the lobby.
"Mr. Shang, are you here?" Hai Wuya looked happy when he saw the old man suddenly appeared.
Not only Hai Wuya, Qiu Yang, and Wu Hao also bowed respectfully to Shang Li.
In the Yin and Shang Kingdom, Shang Li was not only a saint who protected the country, but also the number one master in the Yin and Shang Kingdom.
Hai Wuya and others had secretly estimated that although he and others in Qiuyang were the same as Shang Li, they were ninth-level peak sword kings.
But if there is a real competition, Hai Wuya, Qiu Yang and the other four people may not have any chance of winning if they join forces.
"Hey, isn't this the boy from the Han family of Xiuyun Kingdom?" Shang Li's eyes wandered around the room for a long time, and Shang Li's eyes stayed on Han Yuan.
Only an old and dishonest guy like him would call Han Yuan the boy of the Han family.
As for Han Yuan, who is dull and taciturn by nature, it is really difficult to say anything when facing Shang Li who is like an old naughty boy.
"Han Yuan pays homage to senior Shang Li." Han Yuan bowed respectfully to Shang Li.
Shang Li waved his hand, feeling very disdainful of Han Won's courtesy.
Shang Li continued to scan the faces of everyone in the hall, and when he realized that Ye Feng was not there, Shang Li couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"Xiao Hai, you are serious. I really don't know how you educate your disciples. If I heard correctly, that old guy from Sima Tang just came to find Ye Feng. How could you let Ye Feng teach that old guy
Embarrassing." Having said this, Shang Li paused and continued: "However, it is indeed very satisfying to see that old guy from Sima Tang deflated."
Everyone in Hai Wuya has long been accustomed to Shang Li's leaping thinking, and they don't care about his muddled words.
After inviting Shang Li to take a seat, Hai Wuya asked: "Mr. Shang, why did you come to Qianyu City today?"
At some point, Shang Li took out a green jujube from his sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth.
After chewing hard twice, a look of pain appeared on his face.
"Bah, these jujubes are so sour!" Shang Li spit out the jujube residue directly on the ground, then jumped up and squatted on the chair.
Looking at the four people in Hai Wuya, Shang Li sighed and said: "What's more, when did my old body have peace of mind? No, after you all left the Yin and Shang Kingdom, I discovered the disciples of the Demon Spirit Sword Sect.
There are clues to trace his whereabouts."
"Is there anyone from the Demon Spirit Sword Sect who survived?" Not only Hai Wuya was shocked, Qiu Yang, Wu Hao, Liu Yunfeng, and even Han Yuan were all stunned by Shang Li's words.
The Demonic Sword Sect was a demonic sword sect in the Yin and Shang Dynasty thirty years ago. It specialized in killing living people and absorbing their souls to refine long swords.
Because the Demonic Sword Sect practices extremely vicious techniques that destroy living beings, it caused the anger of the four major sects of the Yin Shang Kingdom thirty years ago, and they simultaneously launched an encirclement and suppression campaign against the Demonic Sword Sect.
In that battle, more than five thousand disciples of the Demon Spirit Sword Sect died, and the number of casualties among the four major sects was even higher, up to ten thousand.
It was precisely because of that crusade that the strength of the four major sects was greatly reduced, and some of the older generation of sects' hidden masters also died tragically in that annihilation battle.
If Shang Li had not mentioned the Demon Spirit Sword Sect, everyone in Hai Wuya would have forgotten this evil sect long ago. Now that they heard that there are still remnants of the Demon Spirit Sword Sect still alive in the world, how could everyone in Hai Wuya do it?
Don't be alarmed.
"Mr. Shang, how many people from the Demon Spirit Sword Sect are still alive?" Hai Wuya asked nervously.
Shang Li shook his head and sighed: "I don't know. Originally, I was following a disciple of the Demonic Sword Sect and wanted to follow the clues and find their base camp. But while I was following, I was stopped by a masked woman.
.The woman used a strange weapon that looked like petals, and she fought with me three times, but I didn’t even get any advantage.”
"Within three moves, even Mr. Shang didn't get any advantage?" Everyone in Hai Wuya was shocked.
Shang Li is the number one master of the Yin Shang Kingdom, and his cultivation level is infinitely close to that of the Sword Emperor. Hai Wuya and others can hardly imagine what kind of strength that woman has, so that Shang Li cannot get any advantage.
"Mr. Shang, is that woman related to the Demon Spirit Sword Sect?" Hai Wuya asked.
Shang Li nodded, jumped from the chair to the ground, and said: "It must be related, otherwise she wouldn't fight me to stop me from following."
An ominous premonition arose in the hearts of everyone in Hai Wuya. This was not only because they heard the news about the Demon Spirit Sword Sect, but also because there was a master in the Demon Spirit Sword Sect who could fight against Shang Li.
For everyone in Hai Wuya, the resurgence of the Demon Spirit Sword Sect is by no means good news.
If it weren't for the Ten Nations Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition that was about to start, Hai Wuya and the others would have been unable to sit still and rushed back to the Yin Shang Kingdom.
The atmosphere in the room became particularly tense.
Everyone was silent, thinking about the Demon Spirit Sword Sect.
If you say that the disciples of the Demon Spirit Sword Sect have been hiding for thirty years and have no purpose in showing up now, everyone in Haiwuya will never believe it.
Thinking of the undying relationship between the four major sects and even the Yin Shang royal family and the Demon Spirit Sword Sect, everyone in Hai Wuya felt extremely urgent in their hearts.
The silence of everyone in Haiwuya made Shang Li's expression become serious.
He glanced at the people in Hai Wuya and said: "Everyone, now we have no other way. We just hope that we can safely pass the Ten Kingdoms Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition. When we return to the Yin and Shang Kingdom again, please do your best.
, investigate the whereabouts of the remnants of the Demonic Sword Sect.”
Almost at the same time, everyone in Hai Wuya nodded solemnly.
Everyone present knows that the matter of the Demonic Sword Sect is not a matter of a certain person or a certain sect, but a matter related to the fate of the four major sword sects and the Yin Shang Kingdom.
If they can't take this matter seriously, I'm afraid they are not far from destruction.
Two consecutive days passed in the Yin Shang Guo rest house. Except for the countless sword cultivators who were still waiting in front of the door to take a look at Ye Feng's face, nothing happened again.
On the early morning of the third day, before dawn, Hai Wuya and others all got up.
After washing up, Hai Wuya said to Ye Feng, He Huan and many other disciples: "Everyone, today is the opening day of the Ten Nations Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition. I have nothing to ask of you, I only hope that all the disciples who are qualified to participate,
Show the strength of the Li Shui Sword Sect and prevent the other countries in the ten southeastern countries from looking down upon our Yin Shang Kingdom and the Li Shui Sword Sect."
The brief pre-war encouragement made everyone feel excited.
Just like Hai Wuya said, in the following competition, the members of the Li Shui Sword Sect really showed their due pride and momentum.