Urban God-level Selection System

Ouyang Feijian was invited out in this way. Although he was angry, he was helpless. He could only switch to find other elders in the Presbyterian Church.

As long as he can persuade more than three elders in the Presbyterian Church, then Zhang Wanlin's intrusion of the head of the dragon veins into the Yulong Mountain can be temporarily alleviated.

At that time, he will find a way to reconcile Zhang Wanlin with the Presbyterian Church. As long as they reconcile, Zhang Wanlin will still be a member of the Dragon Guardian, the most solid barrier in Nanting! "With such a talent, Ouyang Feijian will never give up anyway. If it is inevitable, then I can only use the Dragon God Order."

Ouyang Feijian touched his chest, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

With Ouyang Feijian's departure, the chief elder's ward became quiet again. When Hai Su came back and wanted to say something, the chief elder was no longer willing to talk nonsense with him.

Although Hai Su was very unwilling, he did not dare to continue to disturb the old man in charge, so he shut up and sat aside, quietly waiting for the next opportunity to provoke discord... The capital was surging, but the peaceful ancient city was in Zhang Wanlin’s retreat. In the middle of the night on the 5th, it became no longer peaceful, and dozens of black-clothed figures quietly broke into Yulong Mountain.

Then he appeared in the dense forest of the park, and the most conspicuous seat in the dense forest stood with a handsome tall figure facing the man in black.

On both sides of the tall figure, two young beauties in kimonos were serving the left and right, but the two beauties wore two swords around their waists. The swords were unsheathed and glowing with cold. Everyone just glanced at them and shuddered. ! A total of 13 people in black knelt down at this moment. One of them knelt forward and walked forward for a few steps. He bowed and said, "Tell the evil lord, all the thirteen guards are here. Will you be dispatched?"

"Today is not a good time to shoot."

The tall figure didn't turn his head, but said something like this coldly, and then raised his right hand.

The kimono beauty on the right hand immediately said: "The evil monarch said that three days later, it will be the weakest day for the head of the dragon veins. On that day, the evil spirits of the earth around thousands of miles will come and swallow the essence of the dragon soul. "

"That day is the best time for you to perform the evil ninja technique. You and the 13 people can definitely stalk the mysterious master beside Zhang Wanlin. Then it will be the best time for me and Xie Yue to start hands."

While talking, the kimono beauty smiled and looked at the kimono beauty standing on the other side of her, the beauty named Xie Yue also smiled and nodded to her.

"You have heard what the evil star said. After that day, I hope Zhang Wanlin will not survive in the world!"

As the evil monarch said, the conversation turned again, "But evil star, evil moon, what I want, you must also get it."

"If you can't get it, Zhang Wanlin is dead again, then don't blame Xiejun for being ruthless."

As he spoke, the evil monarch raised his hand slightly, and dozens of trees in front of him had fallen down in succession.

The fallen tree turned into a dust and disappeared in a moment, and this hand immediately caused Xie Xing Xie Yue to kneel down, and the Thirteen Guards even put their heads on the ground, not daring to move the slightest.

"Elites of the Eight Evil Society can only win, not lose!"

Evil-kun sneered and said, "Kyosuke Konano and Masao Oshima can't die in vain, do you know?"

"Subordinates must remember the evil emperor's teachings and will definitely kill Zhang Wanlin."

Xie Xie Xie Yue hurriedly said, "We will definitely take what the evil prince needs, and give it to the evil prince."

"That's the best."

The evil prince laughed and said, then his lips twitched, and a cold color flashed in his eyes, "Konno-kun, the road to hell, you will not be alone."

Tonight Kyosuke, the super master trained by the Eight Evil Society, the Ninth-Rank Martial Saint, was poisoned to death in the Bieyuan No. 132, Talin Road, New City more than half a month ago.

This is the message that the evil king received ten days ago, because of this message, he mobilized masters and people lurking in the ancient city to start monitoring Zhang Wanlin.

After dozens of hard observations, the evil monarch came to the conclusion that Zhang Wanlin was at a critical juncture in his cultivation, and it was a great opportunity to kill him, so he would never let this opportunity pass.

While talking, the evil monarch turned around, and the Thirteen Guards finally got up and looked up at their leader, only to see that today's evil monarch was wearing a grimace mask, which made him look even more terrifying and gloomy.

Seeing everyone with a surprised look, the evil monarch smiled and said: "Don't be surprised, now we are in the Huaxia realm, and there are experts on the side. We must deal with it carefully. This mask is just self-protection."

"Yes."

The thirteen guards responded quickly.

"Okay, all of them are dismissed and lurking, and after three days, kill without mercy!"

After the evil monarch finished speaking, he stepped away, and the evil star Xie Yue immediately got up and followed the evil monarch and left.

The Thirteen Guards disbanded on the spot and disappeared.

Yulongshan became quiet again.

It was just that after a moment of silence, a figure suddenly appeared here. After the butler felt the unusual luck around him, his eyes sank: "It seems that some people can't stand loneliness, they want to do it."

"The master is now in a critical period, no one can do bad things."

After the housekeeper finished speaking, he flashed back to Jinshui Pavilion, "If anyone dared to do bad things, then only kill..." On the sixth day of Zhang Wanlin's retreat, Lan Xiangyang greeted the three enthusiastically in a coffee shop in the far new city: "Uncle Master, two senior brothers, try this cake, it is delicious, it is definitely a must in Xincheng."

Ning Ji didn't pick up the coffee Lan Xiangyang handed over. Seeing this, the two disciples he had brought hurriedly smiled and took it.

"Xiang Yang, we came here to find Zhang Wanlin in the ancient city and ask to be clear, but you called us halfway, what's the matter?"

Ning asked dissatisfiedly.

Lan Xiangyang hurriedly said: "Uncle Master, because I got the news, Zhang Wanlin has successfully broken through the shackles of the seventh-rank martial sage and became the eighth-rank martial sage. Now his strength is not what it used to be."

"Although the eighth-grade martial sage is a bit tricky, don't be too nervous. Your uncle Bai and I have been in the eighth-grade martial sage for more than 20 years. Can't you still not have a junior who just entered the eighth-grade martial sage?"

Ning Ji immediately said again: "No, you don't need Uncle Bai to take action at all, I can do it alone!"

"Okay, I'm going to take your two brothers with you. It is an indisputable fact that Zhang Wanlin steals his master to learn art. I must have him be punished to prove the name of Shushan!"

Ning Ji just stood up and left.

Upon seeing this, his two disciples had to say goodbye to Lan Xiangyang, and then hurriedly followed.

Lan Xiangyang frowned slightly. Although he was unhappy, he still chased him out. Then he actually said to Ning Ji, "Uncle Ning, I happen to be free. I will go with you."