Chapter 828: The powerful Chinese people, the tyranny of Liuxue Sect!
In Kunlun Mountain, rows of troops have blocked the path outside.
For this meeting, the Northwest Military sent an entire military district to blockade Kunlun.
"What's going on? There are so many military vehicles. Are there any military exercises?"
A team of scientific researchers was about to enter the mountain and were puzzled when they saw this scene.
"Impossible. Who would dare to conduct an exercise in the Kunlun Mountains?"
"Look there!"
As one team member exclaimed, everyone looked into the distance.
Under the astonished gaze of the researchers, two people got off the special plane.
One of them was young and walking in thin clothes. Next to him was a burly man who exuded a sense of majesty without even getting angry.
"This is a snowy mountain, don't they feel cold?"
There was white snow all around and the temperature was approaching minus twenty degrees Celsius.
It was even more incredible when several team members were wearing winter clothes.
"Captain, there are troops guarding here, are we still going to survey?"
Before they could discuss, a military vehicle stopped them.
"Marshal Wang has ordered that the mountains be sealed off and no one is allowed to enter or leave!"
"Everyone please go back."
A young team member wanted to argue, but the captain raised his hand to stop him.
"Hush, we just follow Marshal Wang's orders."
"Marshal Wang?"
"She was the only female general to be promoted to marshal more than a decade ago?"
The players nearby could not hide their astonishment. Wang Ying's deeds were known to everyone... the youngest female coach in history, enough to go down in history.
Walking to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Wang Xiaoke looked up at the mountain peaks.
The exhaled breath turned into a cloud of white smoke that rose up.
"President Wang, Senior Gu."
A heavily armed soldier came over and saluted respectfully.
"I'm Yang Wu from the Northwest Third Military Region. Call me anytime if you have any instructions."
"Also, Marshal Wang asked me to tell you that President Wang should pay attention to his safety."
"Ah."
At this time, Kunlun was already crowded with people.
Most of these people are independent practitioners from all over the world, and some are from hidden sects.
Each of these people would be a famous person in the world at that time, but now, these people are as numerous as crucian carp in the river in Kunlun.
If Liuxue Sect had not come into being, some people would never have appeared in the secular world.
In a corner of Kunlun, Ji Wuchang, wrapped in a mink coat, sat quietly on a chair.
Several juniors stood behind him, all with solemn expressions.
There were also some youngsters who looked around with fascination.
"This is the ancestor of all mountains, the Kunlun Sacred Mountain?"
Under the cover of the setting sun, the peaks are covered with holy light.
The Ji family is a reclusive family, and their descendants rarely come to the majestic place of Kunlun.
If the head of the family had not gone out, they would probably still be staying in the Ji family.
"Friend Wuchang, we haven't seen each other for many years. I never thought we would meet again here."
A huge jade plate came at a high speed with a sound of breaking through the air.
Ji Wuchang raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Fellow Daoist Bazhou, how are you?"
Several figures jumped off the jade plate, and the middle-aged man in the lead stood with a sword in his arms.
"Master Ji is not here, aren't you afraid that they will cheat and attack?"
"Fellow Daoist Bazhou, you are joking. Didn't Patriarch Nangong come too?"
Nangong Bazhou grinned and looked at the crowd not far away.
"It's so lively. The Mohist School and the Dragon Group are here too."
"I heard that the ancestor of the Mo family came down from Mount Tai a while ago and personally beat up Old Man Nie."
“Heh, you wanted to leave the Mohist School before, but now you’re probably very obedient!”
Nie Wentian seemed to sense something and turned to glare at Nangong Bazhou.
"Humph, you old bastard, what are you mumbling about again!"
Nangong Bazhou laughed out loud. Look, he's getting angry again...
the other side.
Lu Ning held a spirit stone and handed it to the poisonous pet on his shoulder.
The dark green spider gnawed, making crisp 'crunching' sounds.
"Master, what kind of inheritance do you think Wang Xiaoke has?"
The girl was wearing a delicate green shirt and standing behind a handsome man.
"I heard about him on the Internet. He seems to be a big star."
"I can't believe that the star in the eyes of the world is actually a monk!"
"If everyone knew about this, they would probably be shocked."
Mo Qiaoer giggled and couldn't help feeling a little curious.
"So, the president has rarely appeared in the entertainment industry recently."
Mo Qiaoer glanced at the man next to her and found that he was dressed fashionably and had quite handsome features. Not only that, but everyone who was traveling with him was wearing modern clothes.
"You are……"
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Yang Qitian from the Monks Association."
"Oh, fellow Taoist from the association, no wonder."
Yang Qitian smiled kindly and turned to meet a pair of dark eyes.
"Yang, Yang, meet Senior Luo!"
Although we have never met, he is obviously the master of Shennong because he is wearing the Shennong Order!
Luo Yun nodded, lowered his brows slightly, and faced the frost alone.
The hidden Ji family, the Nangong family, Shennong, the Dragon Group, including the Association and the Mohist School, all appeared on Kunlun.
Almost all of China’s heritage was present.
"I wonder what Liuxue Sect will discuss with President Wang."
A Taoist priest with a head full of silver frost and a gloomy look raised his eyes.
He is the reclusive Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion and has not appeared in the world for more than a hundred years.
"It is said that the current president is as talented as a dragon, and the people in the ancient world are probably trying to win him over."
Another Jindan cultivator sighed and shook his head uncontrollably.
"If we can't come to an agreement, the Liuxue Sect will definitely not let us go. I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle."
"If anyone wants the Chinese powers to wait and see, it's only President Wang."
"One person destroyed the Divine Court, went to the West to fight against the four Yuanyings, and killed the Poison King so that he abandoned his treasure and surrendered. Looking at the world, how many people can stand shoulder to shoulder with him?"
"He wants to bow down to the Liuxue Sect. What should we do?"
This statement elicited nods from the crowd.
"Humph, if you use me as an excuse, I'll beat you up!"
Lu Ning's face was dark and his teeth were clenched.
The seizure of Qingmu Xuanding already made him heartbroken.
If there weren't so many people on the field, he really wanted to slap this guy to death!
As everyone waited, night fell quietly.
The bright moon rises into the sky. Standing on the top of Kunlun Mountain, looking at the bright moon in the sky, it seems as if it is within reach.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the lake and there seemed to be a dragon's roar.
"coming!"
Someone shouted in surprise, but everyone was facing a formidable enemy.
With a loud "bang", huge waves hundreds of feet high appeared on the surface of the lake.
Countless people looked up at the sky, their faces filled with horror.
The water dragon rose into the sky, and on its huge head stood dozens of figures.
The leading woman crossed her arms across her chest, lowered her eyes to scan the crowd, and yawned lazily.
The middle-aged man standing shoulder to shoulder had long flowing hair and an ancient sword hanging beside him.
As soon as this group of people appeared, several divine thoughts came like a tide.
"presumptuous."
As soon as the words were spoken, pressure descended and invisible air waves spread in all directions.
Some of the independent cultivators felt as if struck by lightning, and their aura suddenly became weak.
"You are trying to spy on us, aren't you afraid of backlash and serious injury, hahahaha."
Linghu Xian stood at the dragon's head and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
“A lot of people came.”
"The three-day deadline is up. Where is President Wang?"
The sound was not loud, but it spread all around Kunlun, lingering for ten thousand meters, and even extended to the foot of the mountain, where it could still be heard.
On another peak on the mountain, someone was looking up. He had a small sword hanging on his waist and was looking at the water dragon thoughtfully.
"Are they the people from the ancient world?" Li Jinjiu smiled faintly.
"There are only a dozen people, and the real owner has not yet appeared."
Just as he was watching, he suddenly heard a cold sneer from behind him.
"Li Jianxian, who has been in seclusion for more than 300 years, is actually interested in this?"
Li Jinjiu glanced back and saw a bright light falling to the ground covered with white frost.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a broad-shouldered, round-bodied man came over.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Fugui." Li Jinjiu nodded.
"Ancient world..." Qian Fugui said with a sigh, "Ten thousand years of reincarnation."
"I never thought that I would have to deal with them again."
Li Jinjiu looked towards the top of the mountain, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes.
"I wonder who is stronger, the fellow Taoists from the ancient world or the Chinese cultivators like me!"
Qian Fugui sneered: "Aren't you afraid that the sword will be destroyed and people will die?"
Li Jinjiu said nothing, just smiled faintly.
"Sword cultivators are always proud and reserved, so how could they bow down to their opponents?"
Qian Fugui laughed twice and sat quietly beside him.
At this time, Linghu Xian saw that no one responded and couldn't help but frown.
The powerful men around looked at each other, and some even communicated with each other via telepathy.
"Why hasn't President Wang arrived yet?"
"Yeah, are you afraid of him and don't dare to keep the appointment?"
"Phoenix Lord is his fiancée, how could he not save her?"
Lu Ning couldn't help but say: "You know shit!"
"That guy will definitely come. He might be on the way."
He had seen it with his own eyes. Wang Xiaoke was not someone to be trifled with!
Provoke.
Something has to be paid.
