Trafford’s Trading Club

Senior Yang Taizi squatted on the ground right now, his eyes dull-he was asking why... to himself.

He should have a good hand in hand.

You see, the mountain top of his sect is actually very close to the Forbidden City. Looking at the land of so many Dao Sect demon races in the land of China, which one is as close as him?

Although it is true that it is now a small sect, there are only two people in the whole sect including the apprentice Zhan'er, but as the saying goes, there are too many monks and less porridge... This master and apprentice is a sect, and they still have their own sect on the hill, don’t mention it. How comfortable it is.

Besides, Yang Taizi knows his own affairs. He doesn't have much talent for cultivating. It takes time to get his cultivation base today. Even with the recovery of his soul, Yang Taizi has not made many breakthroughs. That's it for the rest of my life.

But at any rate, he was also named by the Daomen Association. He is a small celebrity among the wealthy business circles in the nearby area. In his spare time, he will go on stage and catwalk, read the scriptures at dinner... A lot of worldly money will naturally be sent to him.

He even accumulated enough money long ago, waiting for the last few years of unsuccessful cultivation, to spend the last few years, and by the way, he also broke the boy's merits for hundreds of years. Then life is like this, and it is not in vain.

But why is it so?

I act in a low-key manner, I just run away if I can't fight, I never fight, I never knock on the widow's door in the middle of the night, I am obsessed with it, I have a refreshing meal, and I am bound to live... Isn't it just to join in the excitement of an extraordinary meeting?

Yes, Yang Taizi is indeed here to join in the fun. It is true that the presence of Daomen Association is zero. Even if many big sects don’t look at the list of associations, I’m afraid they don’t know that there is this sect. So Song Dynasty Hotel entertains There is no Yang Taizi's name in the guest list of senior Daomen.

Old Yang Taizi is angry!

He dives in the internal chat group of the Shenzhou Daomen Association every day, watching those old guys who are half a catty with him Tiantian Nun Mo club, both hands are soft and can't help but beat his chest.

——No way!I want to come too!

That's probably it. Senior Yang Taizi rushed all the way from the top of Huanzhen Road, took a ride-hailing ride outside the boundaries of the Forbidden City, and went straight to the gate of Song Dynasty Hotel.

"I am Yang Taizi, the head of the real Dao, the mainstay of the Dao Sect Association, I am here!"

Then... then there is no more.

He was picked up by Gong Fanxing and Charlotte who passed by occasionally-finally, he appeared here in front of Mr. Song.

...

This is not a forbidden city, and Mr. Song has not deliberately concealed himself in this line of work-just a solid aura without leaking, but the aura of the powerful is there.

What shocked the senior Yang Taizi was that he probably couldn't beat any of these people...I don't know what the origin of this group of people came from.

Just listening to the conversation between Mr. Song and Gong Fanxing seemed to have some origins with Huanzhen Dao.

"How do you know the name of my ancestor?" Although Yang Taizi hadn't figured out his situation at this time, he was really curious about the guy who knew the origin of his school.

Mr. Song did not speak directly, but Gong Fanxing said indifferently: "Your Patriarch, Master, I chased after me back then, why didn't I know him."

"Nonsense, how could Patriarch..." Yang Taizi wanted to be tough.

However, the look of Gong Fanxing, the female demon of China hundreds of years ago, made this senior Yang Taizi understand it for himself.

Mr. Song said at this time: "Unexpectedly, the descendants of the dignified Qinglian Sword Immortal will be pussed up to this point. The princes and generals will eventually be just a handful of loess."

Yang Taizi dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, but the truth is indeed in decline. This sect classic has been recorded for hundreds of years.

Huanzhen Dao has never been a prosperous martial art. It seems that it has inherited the inertia of accepting disciples. The founder of the school only accepted two disciples, and one of them was even expelled from the mountain early. As for the other one, there was no news after the Patriarch's disappearance.

Today's Huanzhen Dao was actually only picked up by a complicated firefighter at the mountain gate.

This young man is also a registered disciple of the ancestor, but he has not learned any advanced kung fu, although after the disappearance of the ancestor, the second-generation head of the young man did integrate a set of secret books from the sect's collection. New exercises, but limited achievements.

Over the years, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been declining day by day, and the school has no support of core techniques... The tradition of the Qinglian Sword Immortal in China, which used to be the Shenzhou Qinglian Sword Immortal, has now been wiped out in history.

Only some of the real old immortals in the Dao Sect Association have an impression of Huanzhen Dao... To be honest, the reason why Huanzhen Dao is now able to be named in the Dao Sect Association is because the Daoist of Hundred Tribulations opened the back door-Yang Taizi listened to It is said that the ancestor of the Taoist Master once pointed to the evergreen tree of the Taoist Association, and this is probably a reward.

However, the sect is humiliated, as the head of the contemporary Taoist school, how can it be stopped!

"Pan Dao knows that his qualifications are limited and his achievements are low!" Yang Taizi suddenly stood up at this time, his clothes bulging, "but it is okay to humiliate the poor Dao, if you want to humiliate the faction!"

"How are you doing." Mr. Song glanced, his eyes were like swords.

I saw Yang Taizi's surging aura instantly like a frustrated balloon, and he even said in a negotiated tone: "When you humiliate this faction, can you be lighter..."

The air suddenly became quiet... Wolfgang even opened his mouth subconsciously.

He didn't know who Taibai was. When he came to this sub-world, there was no such person. Now that the peak powerhouse of the sub-world can make him remember, there is no so-called Qinglian Sword Fairy in it.

Maybe it's a guy who hasn't been showing up and acting low-key... Don't say, when Wolfgang came, he didn't even know the existence of Mr. Song.

And Tamar's are so powerful and perverted!

"Qinglian Taibai's descendants are as timid as they are, so what's the use of keeping them." Mr. Song coldly snorted at this time, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Gong Fanxing suddenly said at this moment: "Sir, wait a minute, please listen to me."

"Speak!" Mr. Song directly held his hand and turned his back.

Gong Fanxing took a step forward and whispered: "Your honor, although the true way has not fallen to this point, but after all, the true descendants of Taibai are still in the world...The surname Qin has already received Taibai’s [Qinglian Sword Song] back then. If the [Sword Classics] can be achieved, I am afraid it will be a great disaster. How can this old way be said to be the last point of the incense, and it has been resolved hastily, I am afraid it will never be exposed with the surname Qin."

Mr. Song said calmly: "Are you pleading for the truth?"

Gong Fanxing bowed his head and said: "How dare your subordinates, it's just that the great event of the superior needs more help... That Qin's kendo attainment is not weak, given time, it may not be another Qinglian sword immortal, the superior is willing to be such a talent? "

"There is no reluctance, only whether it can be used." Mr. Song said casually: "Taibai was lonely and arrogant and never used it for others. His sword was rather unyielding, and so did his disciples."

"But Taibai's disciple is a woman." Gong Fanxing said, "As long as it's a woman, he won't be really ruthless...If the superior can trust me, let the subordinate handle this matter."

"The woman surnamed Qin, there is a gap with you, meeting like an enemy, what are you going to do?" Mr. Song asked directly.

"Qin Chuyu didn't know the truth about Taibai's disappearance back then. She always thought that her subordinates knew Taibai's whereabouts. Then, I can use this as a bait." Gong Fanxing said slowly: "As long as she still wants to find Taibai, we There are enough chips."

Mr. Song pondered and said nothing... for a while, Mr. Song said calmly: "Well, I have missed Taibai at the beginning. If you can get the new sword fairy in your bag, it would be a matter of mind, and this matter will be left to you. Let's handle it."

"Subordinates take orders!"

"In addition." Mr. Song turned around abruptly at this time and looked directly at Yang Taizi, "Tomorrow's [Power Conference], let's participate in the name of Huanzhen Dao! I...I want the name of Huanzhen Dao, Once again there was a big earthquake in China."

The elder Yang Taizi suddenly shook his body and said: What?

Gong Fanxing also glanced at Mr. Song unexpectedly at this time, but soon understood the purpose of this noble—he was to induce Qin Chuyu to appear.

The best way is to let the name of Huanzhen Dao appear in the eyes of the world, and this [Power Conference] is obviously the best opportunity.

As for whether the Supreme Lord had other intentions, Gong Fanxing could not guess for the time being... the mind of the emperor and the royal family has always been unpredictable.

"Should we say hello to Farrell?"

Seeing that Mr. Song seemed to have the intention to leave, Wolfgang suddenly stepped forward and asked.

Mr. Song waved his hand and said, "No, he knows that I'm here, so he will naturally know that I'm gone."

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In the middle of the night, for the vampire race, it is the most energetic time.

The delegation of the thirteen clans chose to leave the forbidden city at this time and came to a camp on the outskirts that had been built early.

Many transcendent delegations chose to leave the city one day or half a day earlier to prepare, so the Bilegan and his party of the 13 clan left the city at this time, and they were not hindered too much.

After some reporting, the agents of the Administration Bureau who were investigating the guard on the way also let them go directly.

The camp of the thirteen clans is behind a hill.

The Thirteen Clans are also a powerful force in the Eurasian world, their names and backgrounds are placed there, so no one nearby easily comes to touch the mold.

When Bailergang and his party arrived at the camp, a medium-sized truck also slowly drove into the camp.

The vampires of the clan stepped forward instantly and surrounded the truck—obviously, they didn't know the arrival of the truck.

"You should withdraw first, and just leave it to me here." At this time, Bairegang yelled out the vampires who came with him, and then left one of his own.

At this moment, the door of the truck opened, and only a young man with a grim face jumped out... This was a young man with silver palms—Gongsun Zhishui.

"I said, there is nothing wrong, so there is no need to meet again." Balegang said calmly: "I don't remember that your master is such a clingy person."

"The Duke laughed." Gongsun Zhishui said blankly: "My son knows that the Duke will participate in the [Power Contest] tomorrow, so I specially asked me to send you a gift. I hope the Duke can be in the competition tomorrow. Go ahead and win."

"Gift?" Balegang frowned slightly.

Gongsun Zhishui went around directly behind the truck at this time, opened the door of the truck, and suddenly a cloud of mist slowly escaped from the truck compartment.

Byelegang stepped forward and looked directly into the carriage. A little glimmer was enough for a creature like a vampire to see everything in the dark.

"this is?"

"This is a fighter." Gongsun Zhishui said slowly: "A fighter like a fighter in an ancient Roman arena."

Balegun frowned.

The inside of the box was surprisingly a whole body, with many cuticle-like hard shells, but an alloy helmet was put on the head. At this time, hundreds of rigid needles were pierced all over the body, like insects. , Human-like creatures.

The existence of those steel needles seems to be able to limit the action of this peculiar [fighter], but at this time, from the opponent's half-opened and half-closed eyes, besides seeing the madness, Balegang was still at a loss.

"Tomorrow's [Power Conference] will gather powerful and extraordinary people from all over the world. Is this [Fighter] enough to cope with it?" Bairegon said half-believably.

"Grand Duke might as well give it a try." Gongsun Zhishui directly reached out and grabbed it, and Volley grabbed three steel needles from this peculiar [fighter].

In an instant, the [Fighter] eyes in the box instantly turned into a bloody whirlpool, only a sound like a burst of sound was heard, and the entire carriage instantly burst into pieces.

A horny sharp blade popped out of the strange [Fighter]'s arm, and it pierced directly at Balegang - but when the sharp blade was about to pierce Balegang, it seemed to be rolled by invisible tentacles.

"Is it that way?" Balegun said casually.

"My son said that when all the steel needles on his body are pulled out, he can briefly display the attack power of the peak power." Gongsun Zhishui said, waving his hand and the three steel needles in his hand shot into the strange again. [Fighter]'s body.

The peculiar [Fighter] fell to the ground at once, but it was still struggling, like a trapped beast.

Balegang took a look, shook his head and said: "To what extent have you destroyed this guy's spirit...a beast that loses its mind and only knows about destruction, has little effect."

"Accept this rattle." Gongsun Zhishui threw a bell directly, "The sound of the rattle can simply drive him to use it for you."

Byelegang gave Gongsun Zhishui a deep glance. After receiving the rattle, he groaned for a moment before calmly saying: "Gongsun Shiyu, why do you want to help me?"

Gongsun Zhishui said, "My son is the [Seat of the Sun], but you are also the [Seat of the Moon], the sun and the moon should help each other."

"But it's a pity that my moon doesn't like to borrow the light of the sun." Bairegang chuckled lightly, "Okay, I will accept this gift temporarily. But you go back and tell your master that although [The Fool] is missing Now... maybe even the [Fool] may be dead, but the [Fool] is the [Fool], and there is only one [Fool], and not everyone can replace him."

"Grand Duke, I will tell my son." Gongsun Zhishui nodded, and then said loudly: "So, I'm leaving now."

"Wait." Bairegang suddenly stopped, "What is this [Fighter] called?"

"There is no name." Gongsun Zhishui said calmly: "If you like, give him a name."

"That's called [Midnight]." Bailigan said casually: "It happened to be delivered at midnight."

It's really casual.

But when he thought that this was a guy who would use a scarecrow to replace him to hold a clan meeting, Gongsun Zhishui didn't say anything, nodded to indicate that he knew it, and left the camp of the thirteen clan directly.