At the beginning, I angrily scolded the Son, I really want to die

boom!
Long Pokong swooped down from a height of hundreds of miles, and landed steadily on the dojo of Shenyang Sect. The fire dragon under his feet also disappeared in the blink of an eye, turning into a stream of light and sinking into his body.

Seeing Long Pokong coming, everyone's eyes showed awe.

This is a strong person at the True Profound Realm, he can tear mountains apart with a single lift of his hand, his strength is unfathomable, and there are only a few of them within a radius of three thousand miles.

"Sect Master Long, this way please."

Jiang Haoyang walked over and led Long Pokong to a high seat in the dojo.

This position is high above and can overlook everything below. Sitting here means a noble status and cannot be arranged at will like other people.

There are three seats next to it, which are prepared for the helmsman of the other three four-star sects.

"You are the undead son who has been rumored all the time?"

After taking his seat, Long Pokong slanted his eyes and looked at Jiang Haoyang: "I think the rumors are a bit exaggerated, what do you think?"

"I think so too." Jiang Haoyang smiled slightly.

"That's right, you are much more humble than Yang Wuzhan, young people have to keep a low profile, just like my sect's holy son Long Ao." Long Pokong said.

Jiang Haoyang: "."

Everyone was speechless for a while, Long Ao still kept a low profile?
Out of the four holy sons of the four-star sect, the proudest son of your family is the most impressive!

Boom!

At this time, the sky and the earth moved again, the sky and the clouds collapsed, and two figures crossed from the void, one in front and one behind.

One of them was a middle-aged man dressed in white, with a white face and a square scarf on his head. He looked like an elegant scholar, but his aura was not weaker than that of Long Pokong!

The owner of the Tianwu Pavilion, extremely martial arts!
The other person is a beautiful woman who still retains her charm, wearing a purple palace dress, a streamering drape wrapped between her sleeves, and an exquisite garland woven with hundreds of flowers on her head.

The owner of Orchid Valley, Hua Xiangyu!
"You two, please."

Jiang Haoyang stepped over and led the two of them to the other two high seats, sitting next to Long Pokong.

"Our guests are all here, why hasn't the host, Yang Wuzhan, shown up?" Wu Huaji frowned.

"As the suzerain of the Shenyang Sect, Yang Wuzhan may still be preparing for the grand ceremony, so there is no need for the Martial Pavilion Master to be so anxious." Hua Xiangyu said with a smile.

"But he is too slow. Do we have to wait for him alone? I think that guy is deliberately leaving us alone." Long Pokong was also very dissatisfied.

"Worry about your sister, Long Pokong! Wait a little longer and the top of your head will turn green, right?"

A lazy voice resounded, and a shock flew across the air, and Yang Wuzhan appeared in front of everyone.

Yang Wuzhan also looks middle-aged, with a pair of mustaches, his hair tied back casually, his eyes are deep and far away, and he has a dissolute and free temperament.

"Do you dare to say that the top of my head is green!?"

Long Pokong was furious immediately, rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight Yang Wuzhan, Hua Xiangyu hurriedly stopped him: "Sect Master Long, calm down, we are here to watch the ceremony today, please don't hurt your temper."

"Okay, I'll show Master Hua Gu a face."

After several times of persuasion, Long Pokong didn't insist on fighting, but he gave Yang Wuzhan a hard look.

Yang Wuzhan pointed his middle finger at him, then sat lazily on the last empty seat, looked around, and said: "Today is the commemoration ceremony for the millennium of my Shenyangzong's founding. I, Yang Wuzhan, were very touched by the fact that everyone from all sects gave me face and came to watch the ceremony."

"On such a grand day, I have also arranged a series of wonderful programs. I hope you can enjoy watching them and travel a thousand miles in vain."

clap clap!

Yang Wuzhan clapped his hands, and then the show began.

There are male disciples dancing with knives and swords, some female disciples dance lightly, and there are cranes and butterflies chasing each other, flying into the sky and entering the earth, causing everyone to clap their hands and applaud.
After one program after another, the commemorative ceremony was coming to an end, but everyone did not leave.

Because they knew that Tianwu Pavilion and Chilongzong had never dealt with Shenyangzong very much, so how could they leave after watching the ceremony?
as predicted!

After the last show ended, Long Pokong suddenly said: "Yang Wuzhan, it's time for us to talk about something serious!"

"What's the matter? You don't want to stay here for dinner, do you? I'm sorry, I didn't prepare your meal." Yang Wuzhan said.

"Don't pretend to be confused, don't you know why we're here?"

Wu Huaji tapped the armrest of the seat, his eyes flashed sharply: "Yang Wuzhan, I don't bother to play riddles for you, the cold iron mine has been occupied by your Shenyang sect for ten years, don't you think it's too long? ?”

Cold iron veins!

Jiang Haoyang's eyes were slightly cold.

The cold iron ore vein is a rare iron ore with a high value. It is the main material for making the sword of the magic weapon. It was discovered by Shenyangzong ten years ago, and then mined until now.

In the past ten years, due to the cold iron ore veins, the equipment of everyone in the Shenyang Sect has almost risen to a higher level, and the overall strength of the sect has also increased by a certain amount, which naturally makes Tianwu Pavilion and Red Dragon Sect envious.

"From the attitudes of Long Pokong and Wu Huaji, it is not difficult to see that they are here to join forces to force the suzerain to make concessions."

Jiang Haoyang's eyes flickered, but there was no worry in his heart.

Wanting to force the old suzerain to give in, it can only be said that these two people are delusional.

"Oh, you're talking about the cold iron mine. I also think that the Shenyang Sect has occupied it for too long." Yang Wuzhan nodded.

A smile appeared on the corner of Long Pokong's mouth, and he said, "You are quite self-aware, so let's discuss how to divide the cold iron ore veins."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Wuzhan: "Divide your sister! I think the cold iron ore vein Shenyangzong has occupied it for a long time, but it doesn't mean that I want to divide it to you, understand?"

"It's not impossible to divide it among you. You two kneel down and call me father, and then call me Zong Shengzi big brother. The cold iron mine will belong to both of you. How about it? As long as you dare to call me, I will do it." Give!"