Da Bong fights more people

A fat middle-aged man diagonally across from him sneered, pointed to his own brain, and said:

"Think about it with your mind that only knows how to punch. The cold disaster is raging. The court is busy stabilizing the situation of all parties and appeasing the people. How could it be difficult for us at this juncture."

Fatty is the president of Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce, named Qiao Weng.

Most of the expenses for the military town at the foot of Mount Quanrong were provided by the Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce.

The Leizhou Chamber of Commerce is the pocketbook of Mount Quanrong.

Fu Jingmen immediately looked at Cao Qingyang, who nodded, looked around the crowd again, and said:

"It's a long story"

Immediately, he told everyone present about Longqi in detail.

The spirit of the dragon veins collapsed and turned into dragon energy and scattered in the Central Plains

Dragon Qi is related to the fate of the country and the safety of the Central Plains

The Buddhist King Kong, the masters of the Witch God Sect, and an unheard of Heavenly Mystery Palace are all coveting the Dragon Qi

There was a moment of silence in the hall. After listening to Cao Qingyang's words, the gang leaders tried their best to digest the concept of dragon energy and digest this jaw-dropping news.

Especially for the enemy who is about to face, the word "King Kong" made the martial arts present without any arrogance.

Yang Cuixue, the owner of the Mo Pavilion, sighed:

"Dragon Qi collapsed, resulting in continuous natural disasters, and countless people froze to death.

"Foreign races are eyeing up, intending to meddle in the Central Plains. Have I reached this point?"

The patriarch of Moge was a scholar who had repeatedly failed in the imperial examinations. In a rage, he abandoned literature and took up martial arts, and founded a sect in Jianzhou.

The disciples of this school retained the habit of reading and practicing calligraphy, and their usual attire was more like that of a scholar, except that they replaced the folding fan that scholars like to hold in their hands with a three-foot green front.

Yang Cuixue is quite cynical and bookish at the moment.

Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to be frozen.

Cao Qingyang's voice was calm and powerful, neither hurried nor slow:

"This matter is related to the survival of the court, but if it is carried over, the survival of the Wulin League must be worried first.

"I can't bear to destroy the foundation of my ancestors, but I can't tolerate foreigners getting involved in the Central Plains. I invite you to fight against the enemy together."

"Leader!" Qiao Weng, a businessman, first weighed the pros and cons:

"The subordinates feel that this is not a question of whether we can carry it, but whether we can carry it."

Fu Jingmen was irritable and impulsive, and said angrily:

"There's nothing to bear.

"The incompetence of the imperial court does not mean that we people in the Central Plains are incompetent. The bald donkeys and witch gods in the Western Regions want to snatch the dragon spirit, get their hands on the Central Plains, and bully them to the door.

"Do you really think that there is no one in my Central Plains human race? You shit King Kong, if he comes, I will dare to beat you."

Han Xie, the master of Qianjimen, said in a dark voice:

"Fu Jingmen is still as stupid as ever, but I agree with him. What about the power of Buddhism, King Kong can unscrupulously rob me of my great dragon spirit in the Central Plains?"

Yang Cuixue, the owner of the Mo Pavilion, tapped the table a few times and asked:

"What is Si Tianjian's attitude?"

Cao Qingyang said: "Sitian Supervisor will give some help. Sun Xuanji, the second disciple of Supervisor, is now in Jianzhou. He is a third-rank warlock."

During the painful language exchange with Sun Xuanji, he had already become familiar with the other party's background and rank.

"Where's the old ally?"

The person who asked the question was a middle-aged Taoist priest, the master of the White Crane Temple among the nine affiliated forces of the Wulin League.

Cao Qingyang shook his head:

"The ancestor is in retreat. I waited for a long time in the back mountain just now, but I didn't wake up the ancestor."

The hearts of everyone in the hall sank.

The old leader is the confidence of the entire martial arts alliance. In the peaceful and prosperous age, he is more of a deterrent.

But at the moment when powerful enemies are on the lookout, the old alliance leader can't go out, and the martial arts alliance is equivalent to losing the biggest hole card.

At this time, Xiao Yuenu who had been silent all this time said softly:

"Where's Xu Yinluo?"

Everyone looked at Cao Qingyang in unison, with hope in their eyes.

Cao Qingyang gave an affirmative answer with a simple nod.

Huh, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing that Xu Yinluo would come to help out, some of the sect masters and sect masters who were originally nervous felt much more at ease.

When the old alliance leader can't retreat, just a third-grade warlock can't make them feel at ease.

Besides, the Warlock in White is a stranger, what is his strength?How is the character?Will it run away after the situation is wrong?

These are all possible problems.

But if it was Xu Yinluo, they had no worries about it at all.

Fu Jingmen laughed heartily and cheered up:

"Back then, I joined forces with Xu Yinluo to kill that young man who didn't know the details, and now I have the opportunity to fight against a powerful enemy together. Life is a joy."

Another person who helped Xu Qi'an was Yang Cuixue, and he showed anticipation, saying:

"At that time, Xu Yinluo was not even a fifth grade, and it was Master Cao who helped him comprehend Huajin.

"And when he killed Hunjun, he was already an extraordinary warrior. I don't know if his cultivation has improved now. It's exciting."

On the southern peak of Quanrong Mountain, Li Lingsu, whose aura was covered by "moving stars and changing buckets", stood on a giant pine tree, overlooking the archway at the foot of the mountain.

"Basically all the affiliated schools of the Wulin League have arrived, and Junzhen is also ready to meet the enemy."

Shengzi pondered and said: "But I feel that these direct troops of the Wulin League are of no use at all."