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Song Qingshu was puzzled:

"Why is this?"

Li Zhan stopped his small movements and was extremely serious:

"Because Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa are not quiet."

"We have informants in the Black Feather Evil Sect and its other affiliated sects."

"Then Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa naturally also have people from the Black Feather Evil Sect."

"If Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa come out in full force, then we don't have to go to the door of the Black Steel Army."

"The two sects of Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa no longer exist in the world."

Li Zhan usually doesn't talk much.

He can speak concisely and clearly, but he never wants to say more.

But this time he said a lot.

This is enough to illustrate.

This matter really worried the emperor of swordsmanship.

And his feelings of helplessness towards those traitors in Fengjian Villa.

heard here.

Song Qingshu got up directly, picked up the yellow drawing on the table, and looked at it carefully for a long, long time under the flickering candlelight.

"Mo Xiejia breaks through in four days."

"That was the day when I had a life-and-death confrontation with him."

"I don't hope that by that time, there will still be a huge sect power behind him."

"So, I will destroy the Black Steel Army alone, and leave the rest to you!"

Song Qingshu put down the yellow paper and spoke firmly.

Chapter 339 Gathering in the world, the way of reincarnation

Song Qingshu's words.

The tone is not passionate.

Words don't rhyme.

The tone is not scary.

than other complex emotions.

Song Qingshu's words should be more serious and calm.

It doesn't look like he's making a life-and-death decision statement.

It seems to be quietly expounding the truth of the facts.

The calmness in Song Qingshu's tone is real calmness.

So calm as if he was talking about what he should have for lunch and dinner.

So the calmer Song Qingshu was, the more frightening it sounded to Li Zhan and Tang Xun.

"Song Daoyou! What nonsense are you talking about? The Black Steel Army is definitely not something you can defeat alone."

Tang Xun clenched his fist, and there was sultry moisture in his palm, and then Tang Xun looked at Song Qingshu, frowning and said.

This time Li Zhan also stood on Tang Xun's side very rarely:

"Of course, Song Daoyou, you can't go."

Song Qingshu chuckled:

"I can't go? Could it be that it is a terrifying existence like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den?"

"Okay! Let me do what I decide, and you guys will give me a perfect plan now."

Looking at the two people who hesitated to speak in front of them.

Song Qingshu waved his hand, interrupted the two of them, and spoke.

heard.

Tang Xun and Li Zhan looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling embarrassed to dissuade Song Qingshu any more.

After a little silence.

This secret meeting started to get on the right track again.

"Since Daoist Song wants to take down the Black Steel Army, the Black Feather Evil Sect now has only two subordinate sects left."

"Old owner, what do you think?"

Tang Xun took a deep look at Song Qingshu, then shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"I'm in charge of the Heisha Pavilion, and I'll take action tomorrow."

Li Zhan looked at a corner of Heisha Pavilion on the map, and said calmly and indifferently.

Tang Xun nodded:

"The two sects of Heisha Pavilion and Yutianmen are helping each other, and they must attack at the same time in order to suppress the advantages of the two sects."

"Since the Black Feather Pavilion has been taken away by the old master."

"Then, leave Yutianmen to me, Tangmen Valley."

"You know, in the affiliated sect of the Black Feather Evil Sect."

"Except for the Black Steel Army, which is still invincible to me in the Tangmen Valley, I really don't pay attention to the other sects."

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows:

"It's very good, but there are still master sects besides the three sects."

"This main sect, the Black Feather Evil Sect, who will suppress it? Who can suppress it?"

It was not yet time for Song Qingshu to get a reply from the two in front of him.

The long-lost voice of the ancestor Pengshan came from behind Song Qingshu:

"Of course it's casual cultivators!"

Patriarch Pengshan walked into the tent with light steps. His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his breathing was disordered and rapid.

visible.

Before Patriarch Pengshan came here, he must have already been busy.

Tang Xun looked at Patriarch Pengshan, who was only at the second level of Nascent Soul, and frowned:

"It's just you alone? Fellow Daoist, don't play too much. The Black Feather Evil Sect can become one of the main sects, so there is a reason for him."

Li Zhan was indifferent.

In the eyes of Li Zhan, the strength of the ancestor of Pengshan was too low, so low that Li Zhan was unwilling to speak.

Patriarch Pengshan chuckled, and then took out a token that exudes pure gold from his sleeve: "If I go to the Black Feather Evil Sect by myself, I will surely die."

"But everyone, what if I add this token?"

Tokens of pure gold glisten in the flickering candlelight.

With the flickering of the candlelight, the angle of the light on the token is constantly changing.

Song Qingshu looked at the slightly reflective golden token, and only after a long time did he see the words on the token.

"The world is full of clouds?"

"What does this mean?"

Song Qingshu pointed to the characters on the token, and said with a funny smile.

Originally, Li Zhan didn't intend to speak.

But when I heard the words "The world gathers together".

His tightly pursed lips also squirmed, and the light in his eyes gradually appeared: "There are gatherings all over the world. Fansan cultivators hold this token, and they can command the world's casual cultivators to do something."

Tang Xun nodded and said:

"No matter how advanced the person who sees this token is, he must obey the licensee's orders."

"So this card can summon all heroes from all over the world to use for me, and the name "The World Gathers Together."

Song Qingshu released his sucking palm in his hand, and sucked the pure golden token from the ancestor Pengshan into his hand.

Originally, Song Qingshu wanted to take a closer look at this sign.

But when the pure golden token was held in Song Qingshu's hand.

The luster on the token instantly dimmed, and the token as a whole was no longer golden.

In just an instant, the originally pretty golden token turned into a piece of tattered iron.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu could only shake his head with a wry smile, and then threw the token back into the hands of Patriarch Pengshan.

I don't know.

As soon as the token touched Patriarch Pengshan's palm, all the mottled rust on the token dissipated.

The token as a whole turned into a dazzling pure gold shape.

"Heh, can this token still recognize the owner?"

Song Qingshu leaned forward, propped his left hand on the table, rested his head on his palm, and said to Patriarch Pengshan with a smile.

Patriarch Pengshan just smiled slightly, but did not reply to Song Qingshu's question.

Song Qingshu saw the bitter smile on the corner of Pengshan Patriarch's mouth, and couldn't help frowning.

Tang Xun coughed lightly in the tent: