Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Now that you know how powerful Mr. Nouma is, you must respect him as much as you respect me from now on!" Madara crossed his arms and looked at the four people in front of him who were as tired as dead dogs, and cleared his throat.

"Understood, Sect Master!" The other four people immediately did not dare to neglect and agreed with straight chests.

"Deputy Master Fan Ma, I'm sorry!" Yu Tianheng and others bowed to Fan Ma respectfully and said with utmost sincerity.

"I'm just playing with you! It's not that boring!" Fanma yawned and stretched casually. The muscles of his upper body moved freely as if they had real life. He said without caring.

Indeed, for Norma, these are just trivial matters that interfere with his becoming stronger. If Madara hadn't promised him to defeat all the strong men in the continent, he would not have bothered to become the deputy sect leader.

"Report to the sect master, there are envoys from the Wuhun Palace outside the mountain gate who are here to ask for an audience!" However, at this moment, the ANBU guarding the mountain gate flashed into the eyes of everyone with light steps and knelt down on one knee to report.

Yes, Madara also brought out the assassination troops of the Ninja Sect, firstly to refine the true elite of the Ninja Sect, and secondly to hunt down the traitors who betrayed the Ninja Sect.

After all, as long as one has eyesight, it is impossible to be truly consistent. There will definitely be spies and spies sent by people with ulterior motives and other forces. At this time, ANBU needs to take action.

"What? The Wuhun Palace sent someone here, how strange it is!" Madara was quite surprised when he heard the news, but his expression turned into a disdainful sneer.

To use the words Tang San taught him, a weasel paying New Year greetings to a rooster is unkind!

"Go and recruit them in! I want to see what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd!" Madara pondered for a while, and finally ordered to the ANBU who was still kneeling and waiting like a wooden sculpture.

The Spirit Hall indeed sent people here, but they were not here to attack Madara's Ninja Sect!After all, even if you want to take action to kill the Ninja Sect, your vitality will definitely be severely damaged. It is obviously not appropriate to take action at this critical moment when facing two empires.

"Envoy of Wuhun Palace, please come!" Feng Xiaotian had a spring breeze-like smile on his face, which made it impossible to find any etiquette faults, but it always gave people the feeling of being smiling but not smiling. A gesture of invitation was made in the hall.

To be honest, the four deans didn't have a very good impression of Wuhun Palace, especially Yu Tianheng, who even had a blood feud with Wuhun Palace.

The arriving messenger was none other than the original Archbishop Sarkins of Tiandu. He walked into the hall with rhythmic steps. Looking at the slightly familiar blood-red figure, he couldn't help but feel a trace of absurdity.

When the Mainland Elite Soul Master Competition was held, Sakins represented Wuhun Palace and sat next to Emperor Xueye. He was so majestic at that time. But Ban was just a youngster who performed well in his eyes, and he was not a good person at all. I won't take it to heart.

But now the status of the two seems to have been reversed. Madara is looking down at Sarkins from a high place, while he can only bow and salute in an aggrieved manner. It is really sad that things in the world are impermanent.

"Is this the master of the Ninja Sect? I really admire your name for a long time!" Sakins put away the emotion and shock on his face, bowed slightly with a warm smile and performed the etiquette of the Spirit Hall.

"Isn't it a bad reputation that you have been admiring for a long time?" Ban couldn't help but sneered when he heard Shakins' compliment.

"It's better to avoid such hypocrisy! Tell me where you came from this time?" Madara didn't appreciate him at all. He leaned on the throne with his legs crossed and looked at Sakin under the steps with great disdain. Sri Lanka.

Sakins couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw Madara being so disrespectful. He was the Platinum Archbishop of Wuhun Palace. Wherever he went before, even a titled Douluo should give him a face, but he had accepted it since he was a child. His aristocratic upbringing still allowed him to take a deep breath and endure it.

"I came here this time to invite your sect to participate in the sect conference!" Sakins finally stated his intention.

"Sect meeting?" Madara raised his eyebrows after hearing this word, and asked with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"That's right!" Sakins suddenly became energetic and explained in detail: "Due to various accidents, the original three sects of the Haotian Sect were hidden from the world, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect was severely damaged, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was severely damaged. Even the clan has been exterminated! At this time, we need to re-select the upper three sects and the lower four sects to maintain the order of the soul masters on Douluo Continent!"

Madara almost laughed out loud at Wuhundian's shamelessness. What he said was really better than what he sang!

How was the Haotian Sect forced to hide from the world?How did the Qibao Glazed Sect suffer such a heavy blow?How did the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex be destroyed? These are all things that everyone knows, but they are still deceiving themselves?

"You fart!" Yu Tianheng, who had been patiently suppressing his anger, stood up from his seat, his chest heaving violently, and his red eyes stared at Sakins, as if he was about to be injured. The beast that devoured humans roared at the top of its lungs: "Who destroyed our Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex? You don't know?"

"Tianheng, calm down!" Feng Xiaotian hugged the crazy Yu Tianheng from behind and shouted loudly.

"This is what you Wuhundian did, it really opened my eyes!" Madara held his chin with one hand, looked at Sakins with a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said: "Now the news Already brought here, see off guests!"

"Archbishop, please do it!" Huo Wu stopped Sakins who wanted to say more and said with a smile.

"Forget it! It seems that the Saint's commission can't be completed!" Sakins looked at Madara who had walked away, shook his head, and could only let them drive out.

"Norma, we and Wuhundian are fighting to the death, and now they actually invite us to participate in the so-called sect conference! What do you think?" Madara asked Norima, who was walking alongside him, as he walked. .

"It must be to establish prestige. I'm afraid we are not the only ones invited. You can send someone to Qibao Glazed Sect to ask about it later, and you will probably know the result!" Fan Ma said confidently as he walked away.

"I didn't see it! You're quite smart!" Madara turned his head again and looked up and down at the muscular Norma, and said in surprise.

"Muscles don't oppress the brain! The so-called simple-minded and well-developed limbs are just a slander for the weak!" Fuma sneered and retorted.

Wuhundian really made a good plan!Instead of closing the door and organizing it on their own, they generously invited other sects, which instantly raised the format of the conference to the mainland level and expanded its influence, so that the sects they had chosen could appear more powerful. It has gold content and enhances the prestige of their Wuhun Palace.

Furthermore, isn’t this a show of force?I would like to ask which other opposing sect dares to come?Is it the Haotian Sect who has already taken precautions to protect themselves?Or Qibao Liuli, who was beaten to death and suffered seven injuries?

"It's indeed arrogant! But I heard that many hidden titled Douluo have turned to the Spirit Hall because of their fame and fortune. There must be many interesting opponents there!" Noma stood next to Madara and the two of them together. Looking at the sect below the mountain from the top of the mountain, he asked pointedly.

"What do you think?" Madara also smiled arrogantly, and the unruly aura returned to her body, as if there had been no change in all these years.