Proud of the rivers and lakes

When Fu Jinghong and Leng Qixuan arrived at the main hall, many people from the orthodox sect had already arrived.

They sat upright with clear distinctions, and the boundaries between sects and sects were very clear. Although they had fought against the enemy with one heart before, they were cautiously wary of the people around them at this time.

Fu Jinghong glanced briefly, and found that Wen Ruyu was sitting in a slightly remote corner, and beside him was a dignified old man.The old man was carrying a long sword on his back, and he was stroking his beard and talking to Wen Ruyu in a low voice, but Wen Ruyu's expression was very respectful, presumably the old man was Wen Ruyu's master Ling Yunjian Xie Daoyuan.

Sitting beside them were a few young Pingshan sect juniors who were also carrying swords.

The corner of the Pingshan School was very remote, and Fu Jinghong quickly understood the reason. Most of the schools sitting in the center of the main hall were well-known and famous, and the Pingshan School certainly had Xie Daoyuan who was once known as the Sword Immortal. There are many masters, but after all, there are few people in the sect, so it can't be regarded as a great sect.

Although in the previous life Wen Ruyu won the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, the Pingshan faction became famous for a while, but at this time Wen Ruyu did not show his skills in the martial arts alliance meeting, obviously not many people took him seriously.

Although some people once named Wen Ruyu, Shen Bishui and others as the fourth son of Fenghua, what was considered was only their looks.

Fu Jinghong looked at the Pingshan faction who was sitting in the corner and no one was paying attention, and couldn't help but sigh.

Sitting in the center of the main hall are some of the best sects.

Although Fu Jinghong seldom went out of the valley in his previous life, he also witnessed the grand occasion of the martial arts alliance in his last life, and he knew a few of those who were particularly prominent in the martial arts.

Sitting on the Eight Immortals chair in the center is Lian Haiping, head of the Xiaoyao Sect, the number one sect in the world. He is dressed in Taoist robes, holds a dust whisk in his hand, and has a fluttering white beard.

And standing behind him was a young man in white, with regular facial features and a smile on his face.

Fu Jinghong recognized that young man as the eldest disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, also a disciple of Lian Haiping, Ren Jiangliu.

Fu Jinghong looked at Ren Jiangliu for a while, and he had a little impression of Ren Jiangliu. In his previous life, Ren Jiangliu performed quite extraordinary in the martial arts league meeting, defeating many well-known masters in the martial arts, and he can be regarded as a young hero Unfortunately, it fell into Wen Ruyu's hands.

He still remembered Ren Jiangliu's expression of disbelief when he was defeated, and the appearance of the handsome young man disappeared without a trace.

Presumably his master and others have extremely high expectations of him, and he himself is a young genius. It is said that he started at the age of seven and mastered the free swordsmanship at the age of 13, so he looked down on Wen Ruyu, who came from a small sect, and thought that Wen Ruyu was not good enough. Kong has looks, so he is defeated like a homeless dog.

... However, Wen Ruyu did not take action to defeat Ren Jiangliu at this time. At this time, Ren Jiangliu was still the eldest disciple of Xiaoyao Valley who was known as a young genius.

Noticing the admiring gazes all around towards Ren Jiangliu,

Fu Jinghong withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and smiled lowly.

He scanned the other people in the middle of the hall, and besides Lian Haiping from Xiaoyaomen, there was only one old woman in her fifties or sixties sitting on the Eight Immortals chair, and the rest were in their twenties and thirties. Junior.

Fu Jinghong remembered what Shen Bishui said before, that the heads of other sects and people of a certain seniority were all arrested by Murong Lin, and it seemed that these two were the only ones left.

And that old woman is the head of Qingfengpu, Mrs. Shenchou, and standing behind her is Bai Yunyou, who is known as the number one beauty in the sect.This number one beauty is dressed in plain clothes, with full eyebrows, flamboyant and weak, charming and charming, with the posture of a weak willow supporting the wind.

At this time, she was looking at Ren Jiangliu, who was dressed in white, with charming eyes, and her eyebrows were affectionate.

Ren Jiangliu looked at him with a smile on his face.

Fu Jinghong looked away again.

At this moment, someone finally spoke and broke the silence.

"Master Lian, what do you think we should do now?" The one who spoke was Shenchou, her expression was very majestic, and her gaze was directed at Lian Haiping. "Now many masters and masters of the various sects have been captured by that thief Murong Lin. As the master of the number one sect in the world, what does the master think we should do?"

Lian Haiping stroked his beard and smiled, "Aren't we just discussing this right now?"

"Then Yilian's opinion is very high, what should we do next?" Shenchou asked aggressively.

"Then what does Master Shenchou think?" Lian Haiping also stroked his beard.

"Aren't I asking you now?"

"Then what is Master Shenchou's insight?"

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"In my opinion, don't worry about how that Murong Lin threatens us, let's go straight up and chop them up to pieces and snatch them back!" A man with a swollen face slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

That person is Shui Chengwen, the leader of the Yulong Gang. The Yulong Gang is a gang that has only emerged in recent years. It is amazing that it has developed extremely fast. In just a few years, it has become one of the top ten sects in the Jianghu, although it is ranked last. .

However, although the Fish Dragon Gang has a large number of people, but there are not many masters.And although Shui Chengwen, the head of the Yulong Gang, has a simple mind, his limbs are extremely developed, his strength is great, and his martial arts are quite high.

As soon as he spoke, there was a lot of opposition.

That Ren Jiangliu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and said, "I'm afraid it's because the leader of the water gang said so, because the leader of the water gang is not worried that the old thief Murong Lin will kill you members of the Yulong gang, right?"

Murong Lin captured many martial arts masters, but the Yulong Gang was alone, without a single one.

"What do you mean! Do you think our Ichthyosaur Gang and the Devil's Cult are working together?!" Shui Chengwen looked at Ren Jiangliu and yelled, his face turned red.

"Brother Ren didn't say that, you said it yourself."

Yun You looked at Shui Chengwen and snorted coldly, then turned his gaze to Ren Jiangliu.

Ren Jiangliu smiled slightly at Bai Yunyou, then turned to Shui Chengwen and said, "Ren is not saying that your Yulong Gang and the Demon Cult have hooked up... It's just because you have few masters of the Yulong Gang, and they I don't even bother to catch it."

Listening to Ren Jiangliu's words, Shui Chengwen's face relaxed at first, and then he opened his eyes wide, his face flushed like a pig's liver, and he was about to get angry again.

At this moment, Lian Haiping coughed slightly, and said: "At this time, we need to fight the enemy with one heart, and we must not fight among ourselves."

Hearing this, Shui Chengwen glared at Ren Jiangliu a few times, then sat down again with a snort.

Ren Jiangliu smiled, but his eyes showed disdain.

"Master Shenchou, it's not appropriate to attack by force. Just sitting here won't help the matter," Lian Haiping stroked his beard, turned to Shenchou, and said, "No matter what decision we make, there will always be some people who are difficult to appease. How about we first It would be best to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance and let him decide."

Shenchou glanced at him, and said with a cold smile: "Sect Leader Lian has already made plans... Then Sect Leader Lian thinks, who should be the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Lian Haiping stroked his beard, but smiled and said nothing.

"Of course, if you are the head of the sect, we have no objection." Shenchou said slowly, "After all...even the master's martial arts are obvious to all."

Lian Haiping shook his head and said with a smile: "It's the young people's world now, we old men naturally want to give them the opportunity, in my opinion, it's better to let them compete again and use martial arts to determine the outcome .”

Shenchou heard the words and looked up at Ren Jiangliu who was standing behind Lian Haiping.

Ren Jiangliu smiled slightly.

Shenchou nodded and said: "I have no objection... but after three days, the old thief Murong Lin wants us to rush to that pavilion to change people..."

Lian Haiping said: "There is enough time. The leader of the martial arts alliance will be selected within two days, and the deployment will begin on the last day."

"...But we don't even know where this pavilion is." Shenchou said.

"Since Murong Lin asked us to bring the secret book to change people, it is naturally impossible to point to a place that no one knows. He will try to lead us there when the time comes."

Then Shenchou nodded.

The other people present had no objection, Lian Haiping stood up and announced to everyone in the main hall that the battle of the martial arts leader will start again from today, and the victor will lead everyone to wipe out the remnants of the demon sect.

For a while, the morale of the people in the hall was boosted, and they were gearing up, quite eager to try.

After watching a farce, Fu Jinghong became a little bored.

He glanced at Wen Ruyu in the corner, who was still talking with his master.

Fu Jinghong withdrew his gaze, and softly said to Leng Qixuan, "Let's go." Then he turned around and walked out the door.

Although Leng Xixuan was a little puzzled, he followed Fu Jinghong

walked behind.

"Senior brother, the battle of the martial arts leader is next..."

"Do you want to try it?" Fu Jinghong glanced at Leng Qixuan.

Leng Qixuan said: "No, but senior brother, don't you like watching the excitement the most?"

Fu Jinghong smiled at him, and said: "But I prefer to look at the scenery... How about we walk around this Murong Mansion."

Although the play is beautiful, if you know the ending, the process will be boring.

He had watched the play once in his previous life, and it would be pointless to watch it again now.

Leng Qixuan smiled and said, "Alright."

Fu Jinghong was taken aback, looked at him and said, "Second Junior Brother, so you can laugh too."

Leng Qixuan paused, smiled again, and said, "Of course I can laugh too."

Fu Jinghong looked at him and smiled.Speaking of which, he had never seen the second junior brother smile in his previous life, but he can see a different scene in this life.

Rebirth is worth it.

"...Little Junior Brother..." Leng Qixuan spoke hesitantly as he walked.

"What's the matter, little brother?" Fu Jinghong walked ahead casually.

"Little brother, he treats you, brother..." Leng Qixuan became more hesitant, and his eyes flickered.

"How did he treat me?" Fu Jinghong smiled casually.

"He seems to have a deep affection for you." Leng Qixuan seemed to have finally made up his mind, and said softly.

"...Oh?" Fu Jinghong looked ahead.

If in the previous life, his little junior brother had a deep affection for him, I am afraid that if he was asked to jump back to the rebirth cliff again, he would be desperate, but now, there are not many disturbances in his heart.

"Senior brother, how do you treat little brother?" Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong's side face firmly.

Fu Jinghong paused, then smiled: "Of course I like it very much."

Leng Qixuan's eyes suddenly darkened.

"Little brother is so innocent and innocent, so I naturally like it very much... His appearance can be considered a beauty." Fu Jinghong said slowly with a smile.

Leng Qixuan was silent.

"Second Junior Brother, you are also a beauty... What do you think of Junior Junior Brother?" Fu Jinghong said suddenly.

"I... I don't have anything for my junior brother..." Leng Qixuan said anxiously, but Fu Jinghong suddenly covered his mouth with a finger.

Leng Qixuan felt the touch between his lips and paused.

"Hush..." Fu Jinghong just made a gesture to make him quiet.

Leng Qixuan looked at him fixedly, his eyes sparkling.

"Listen..." Fu Jinghong said, "The sound of the piano."

Leng Qixuan calmed down, and sure enough, he heard a faint sound of the piano, which gradually became clearer.

"Look, there is a beauty." Fu Jinghong said to Leng Qixuan, but his eyes turned forward.

Not far ahead, there are willow trees on the bridge, and a man in a moon-white gown

The boy is playing the piano.