This person is too murderous

Under the moonlight, white clothes fluttered and danced gracefully.

Jiang Daoming drank strong liquor with an indifferent expression, and there was no change on his face.

The moonlight fell, and the silver-white light gathered around the white-clothed figure, like a silver gauze dress.

A misty temperament emanated, Zhu Hongyan's expression was cold, the moonlight gathered on her fingertips, and the long sleeves waved, and the moonlight followed.

"Palace Master, is it still pleasing to the eye?" Zhu Hongyan said softly.

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "It can be used as a drink."

"Hongyan thanks the Palace Master for his help." Zhu Hongyan bowed slightly and stepped into the air and left: "See you later."

"Take care."

Jiang Daoming bowed slightly and said goodbye to Zhu Hongyan.

Tianshan, wait until I finish my Xuanzhou business before going.

Leave the roof and go back to the room to rest.

The next day Jiang Daoming did not go out, drinking and eating in the room, and then practicing.

The martial artists in the rivers and lakes were still contacting each other, and some martial artists had not arrived yet.

Until the afternoon, the door was knocked.

"Sir, there are guests." The waiter's voice sounded.

"Come in." Jiang Daoming said calmly, and the door opened automatically after the Qi swept through.

A figure walked in and bowed, saying, "Palace Master Jiang, long time no see."

"It turned out to be Zhang Wanlin." Jiang Daoming said indifferently, "Indeed, long time no see. I wonder why Brother Zhang came to see me?"

"The 12th King learned that the Palace Master was in Baihui City, so he came here specially to host a banquet for the Palace Master." Zhang Wanlin bowed.

Jiang Daoming said indifferently, "Hongmen Banquet?"

"Palace Master, you are joking." Zhang Wanlin smiled and said, "The 12th King really wants to make friends with the Palace Master. This is an invitation."

Jiang Daoming took the invitation and said indifferently, "Tonight, the Palace Master will be on time for the appointment."

"Zhang is waiting for the Palace Master to come." Zhang Wanlin bowed.

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent and said calmly: "What else?"

"I have been separated from the Palace Master for a long time. The Palace Master's reputation has spread throughout Xuanzhou. Zhang admires him, but Zhang wants to remind the Palace Master to stop when enough is enough."

Zhang Wanlin said in a deep voice: "The environment of heaven and earth, the various aspects of human life, we can't change the world, we can only adapt to it."

"Brother Zhang, are you teaching me how to do things?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"I dare not, but the Palace Master, don't you think that you are against the entire Xuanzhou, against Xuanzhou, and even against the whole world?" Zhang Wanlin said heavily.

Jiang Daoming's methods are too cruel, going against the martial arts world and against the entire Xuanzhou martial arts world.

"It is Xuanzhou that wants to be the enemy of this hall master!" Jiang Daoming said coldly: "This world belongs to Daxia, not to the world of Jianghu. Brother Zhang, as a person close to the Twelve Kings, should know this."

"Daxia can't change Jianghu either." Zhang Wanlin sighed: "The world will not change because of someone. Although the hall master is strong, if he doesn't change, he will only be a wave in the history of Daxia."

"If you can only say these nonsense, then you can leave." Jiang Daoming said lightly: "The bloody Jianghu is destined to be rewritten by this hall master."

"Zhang will leave, hall master, take care of yourself."

Zhang Wanlin bowed and turned to leave.

"The strong will not adapt to the rules, but rewrite the rules." Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "If you don't abide by the rules of this hall master, you are doomed to perish!"

Zhang Wanlin paused, without saying much, and left quickly.

He is really as rampant as ever. This time the whole Xuanzhou martial arts world is in a sensation. The strong have gathered together. No matter how strong he Jiang Daoming is, can he really turn the world upside down?

He wanted to see if Jiang Daoming could rewrite the rules.

Jiang Daoming casually threw the invitation aside. The banquet would start in two hours.

Zhang Wanlin's words reminded him of a passage in his previous life. Everyone has a dream of saving the world. When they grow up, they find that the world can't save themselves.

Unfortunately, these people don't understand themselves.

In another life, he wants to pursue the excitement he wants. If he can't live out the self in his heart, what's the point of living in this life? Continue to be muddleheaded?

Drinking strong liquor, Jiang Daoming looked indifferent, waiting for the banquet time to come.

He already has 15 points of life essence, which he got from killing warriors before.

He estimated that although there were many Xuanzhou warriors this time, it might not be enough for him to break through to the ninth level.

He hoped that the forces such as the Demon Cloud Sect would send more eighth-level warriors. If not, a few more ninth-level warriors would be fine.

Now he is not afraid of ninth-level warriors at all.

Even the blood of immortals and gods should not be taken seriously.

Time passed, night fell, and the banquet time came.

Jiang Daoming took the wine gourd and left the inn.

The Twelve Kings lived in a house in the north of the city. There were few people and it was quiet. All the people living nearby were warriors.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and warriors arrived and entered the house.

A middle-aged old man was standing outside the door, welcoming the guests.

Jiang Daoming came to the house and handed out the invitation: "Demon Exorcist Hall, Jiang Daoming."

"Palace Master Jiang, please." The middle-aged old man looked serious and bowed.

Jiang Daoming walked in and was led by a servant to the main hall. It was already full of warriors, who were complimenting each other and it was very lively.

"Palace Master Jiang of the Demon Exorcist Hall is here." The servant shouted loudly.

As the voice fell, it suddenly became quiet inside, and the eyes of the warriors turned to him.

Jiang Daoming walked into the banquet. The warriors sat on both sides, and all their eyes were focused on him.

The 12th Prince sat high on the main seat and bowed, saying, "Palace Master Jiang, it's been a long time since we last met. I miss you so much after we left the palace."

When I escorted King Jiangling back to the imperial capital, I met the 12th Prince once, but we didn't communicate.

"I miss you, too." Jiang Daoming bowed.

"The Palace Master, please take a seat. What do you think?" said the Twelve Kings.

"Follow the arrangements of the Prince." Jiang Daoming said calmly and walked over.

The warriors looked cold. The first seat on the left was the second position after the Prince. Was he going to sit above them?

The warriors looked at Jiang Daoming, and Jiang Daoming was also looking at them.

They were all eighth-level warriors, more than 30 of them. There were also many position controllers, and some people had not come yet.

The three leaders, Lu Hongyi, Yang Xuantian, and Mo Qinghai, were also there.

In addition to them, there were several monks with black lotus marks on their heads, the Demon Buddha lineage of the Demon Cloud Sect.

"Hmm?" Jiang Daoming paused and saw a Taoist priest: "Wudang Mo Xiuping, you are here too?"

Mo Xiuping bowed slightly and said: "Wulian Tianzun, the Prince invited me to have a glass of wine."

Jiang Daoming nodded slightly, said nothing more, and got up and took a seat.

"Palace Master Jiang is so powerful. Do you need the permission of the Palace Master to go anywhere for the Wudang Taoist priest?" Mo Qinghai said coldly.

Jiang Daoming glanced at him and said, "Deputy Alliance Master, do you think you are capable again? Why didn't you see the Deputy Alliance Master take action that night?"

Mo Qinghai's expression froze. That night, Lu Hongyi was injured by a move. How dare he, an eighth-level warrior, take action?

"Palace Master Jiang, why are you so angry? Let's have a drink first." The twelfth king said.

Mo Qinghai snorted coldly and raised his glass: "This Alliance Master gives the prince face and toasts the prince."

Jiang Daoming sneered.