This person is too murderous

The banquet started, and people arrived from time to time, all of whom were eighth-level warriors.

Everyone opened their mouths to eat and drink, and their voices were loud.

These warriors basically all knew each other, chatted with each other, and occasionally offered the Twelve Kings a glass of wine.

Jiang Daoming opened the wine gourd and drank strong liquor by himself, which was out of tune with them.

After three drinks, the Twelve Kings smiled and said: "It's rare for you to come to my banquet and give me thin noodles. I specially invited Baihui City's Tianxiang Loutou Tablet to dance for you to help you enjoy the wine."

"Your Majesty, we warriors in the martial arts world are all heroic men, and we are always the overlords in our actions. Singing and dancing are not what we like." Lu Hongyi said with cupped hands.

"Oh?" The Twelve King raised his eyebrows and said, "I made a mistake. I wonder if the leader of the alliance has any suggestions?"

"Your Majesty, since martial arts warriors are gathered together, they should use the martial arts method to promote wine." Zhang Wanlin said.

"It makes sense, but I have never set foot in the world, so I don't know the rules." The Twelve Kings muttered, "Is there any good guy who has a good suggestion?"

Mo Qinghai smiled lightly and said: "Your Majesty has organized a banquet, so we should use martial arts to make friends."

"What the leader said makes sense, you should use force to make friends." A demon monk raised his glass and said with a smile: "I have always heard of the lineage of historians. He is erudite and talented. He holds a sword and writes about the Spring and Autumn Period. His moves are amazing. I have wanted to see it for a long time."

"Thank you for your compliment, the historian's knowledge is intended to write history, but its power is far inferior to that of your martial arts colleagues."

Mo Qinghai cupped his hands and said modestly.

"The deputy leader is so humble." The Twelve Kings smiled and said, "I am also very curious. Why don't you ask the deputy leader to show your hand and let me see it?"

"Yes, deputy leader, show us your skills and let us see the historian's secret skills." Many warriors spoke out one after another.

Mo Qinghai pondered for a moment and said: "Thanks to everyone's love, I, the leader of the alliance, have shown his shame."

After saying that, Mo Qinghai stood up, walked out of the wine table, and pointed like a sword.

The dark ink-like Qi lingered around his fingertips, and Mo Qinghai's sword finger moved like an ink pen, painting in the air.

As the zhenqi moves, mountains and rivers are drawn out, condensing a picture of mountains and rivers in the air.

"This move is worth thousands of miles to the prince." Mo Qinghai cupped his hands and said.

The mountain and river scroll exudes sharp sword energy, and every stroke is a sharp sword energy with considerable power.

"Good!" The Twelve Kings praised: "What a journey, I admire you."

"I made you laugh." Mo Qinghai bowed slightly, stood up and returned to his seat.

"I heard that Deputy Alliance Leader Yang Xuantian's Xuantian Nine Turns Technique is extremely powerful. I wonder if I can show it to you?" said the Twelve Kings.

Yang Xuantian came out, cupped his hands and said: "My alliance leader's Xuantian Nine Transformations are not that special, so I showed you a move for the prince, the Xuantian Hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xuantian raised his right palm lightly, and a unique coercion spread.

The expressions of everyone present froze at the same time. This pressure seemed to seal the entire main hall.

As Yang Xuantian grabbed with his right palm, the warriors present looked surprised, and the invisible palm force wanted to capture them.

Fortunately, the power of this palm was very weak, and Yang Xuantian was just performing, not using much power, and could not influence them.

"What a move of Xuantian's hand. If this king faces me, I'm afraid he will be captured directly." The Twelve Kings said.

The warriors also expressed their compliments one after another. Yang Xuantian cupped his hands and returned to his seat.

Next, another warrior came out to perform a move. Jiang Daoming drank strong wine and watched their performance.

Mo Xiuping also showed his skills, and the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram was unparalleled in defense.

As these warriors performed, the time quickly reached late at night.

The Moyun Sect warriors also sent a representative to show off their skills, which attracted compliments from the warriors present.

When the last warrior finished his performance, everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Daoming again.

"The Eighteen Dragon Elephants, Master of the Suwenjiang Palace, are hard to find an opponent for. They have reached an unpredictable state. I wonder if you can let us see them." The Twelve Kings said with a smile.

"Yes, Palace Master Jiang's Eighteen Dragon Elephants are unparalleled in the world and far surpass our predecessors. We are all curious." The warriors spoke one after another.

The Moyun Sect warrior also said calmly: "The Eighteen Dragon Elephants is known as the best horizontal refining method in the world. We are even curious, wondering if the master of the palace can show his hand and convince us."

"Curious? Convinced?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "So many warriors from the Moyun Sect have died, but your curiosity has not been satisfied, and you can't be convinced?"

"Palace Master!" The warriors of Moyun Sect looked cold at the same time: "Now we are at the prince's banquet. We will not mention our grudges, but just show our hands to help the wine."

"The words of Palace Master Jiang are a bit excessive." The Twelve Kings sighed softly: "All of you martial arts colleagues are just here to help you enjoy the wine, not to fight for strength."

"Your Majesty." Jiang Daoming looked indifferent: "Martial arts is a killing technique. If it is used for performance, what is the difference between it and a dancer?"

"Jiang Daoming, what do you mean!"

The warriors present instantly exploded. They all performed a stunt. Does this mean they are all dancers?

The face of the Twelve Kings also turned ugly: "Palace Master Jiang, what you said is too much. It is a great pleasure for people from all walks of life to gather together to make friends through martial arts and discuss martial arts together."

"Your Majesty, respect yourself." Jiang Daoming said coldly: "Your Majesty is the prince of Daxia, and he is a fellow in the world. Does your prince want to get involved in the world?"

"Palace Master Jiang, aren't you also in the Jianghu?" The Tenth Prince said solemnly: "I am just entertaining the powerful men in the Jianghu and discussing martial arts. I am not involved in the Jianghu."

"Palace Master Jiang, the prince is kind enough to invite you to a banquet. What do you mean by this?" the Demon Cloud Sect warrior said coldly.

"Jiang Daoming, don't go too far. You can only sit here because the prince gave you face. Otherwise, what virtue do you have to sit above us?"

The warriors shouted angrily, and scolded: "Who do you think you are? You are the master of the Demon Slayer Palace, but you have also set foot in the martial arts world?"

Jiang Daoming ignored them and slowly stood up: "Don't you think this unnecessary test is boring?"

"Master Jiang, what do you mean by this?" The 12th King said with a gloomy face.

The warriors also fell silent and looked at Jiang Daoming coldly.

"If you don't agree, you can't make plans together." Jiang Daoming said coldly: "Prince, this master advises you again, respect yourself!"

"What if this king doesn't listen?" The 12th King no longer pretended and said coldly.

"Under this master's control, no matter the king or the prince, there is only life and death!" Jiang Daoming said coldly.

The pupils of the 12th prince shrank, and Zhang Wanlin's face turned cold: "You are too arrogant, Jiang Daoming!"

"So what if you are arrogant?" Jiang Daoming looked indifferent and drank the strong liquor: "Invite this palace master to drink? This palace master has never touched the prince's wine. This palace master can't drink the prince's wine, and can't drink it!"

"Jiang Daoming, let me try, how capable are you!"

A top-level warrior of the eighth level shouted coldly and stabbed Jiang Daoming with a sword.

"You are worthy?"

Jiang Daoming sneered, stretched out his right hand, and held the long sword with his fingers like swords. He urged the true energy and instantly shattered the long sword. The broken long sword fragments stabbed straight away.