Five days later.
Today is sunny and cloudless. It's a wonderful day. It's also the time for the opening of the magic treasure.
According to the spread of the news, Zhao Xin already knew that Ao Feng had already come to wanmozong the day before yesterday. The master of wanmozong welcomed him in person, which was a big show.
At noon, almost all the forces that should have come came to wanmozong. The territory of wanmozong was large enough, with more than 30 mountains. The main peak of wanmozong was more than 2000 meters high. Zhao Xin just looked at the environment behind him and couldn't help installing a B.
"I really experienced the artistic conception of being the top of the mountain and looking at the small mountains." Looking at the cloudless blue sky, the huge river on the ground climbs along the continent like a winding stream.
Zhao Xin also felt the rich aura of Wanmo peak, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and immediately felt relaxed.
"A good poem, a good poem, a good sentence will be the top of the mountain, a glance at the small mountains."
As soon as Zhao Xin's words fell, a man's flattering voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Zhao Xin subconsciously looked back and found a man dressed in a green shirt with a white dragon embroidered on it. He looked very handsome and handsome. He walked like a dragon leaping like a tiger. He had a white painting fan in his hand. He looked like a shawl with long hair. His handsome face was a bit feminine and handsome. Even Zhao Xin couldn't help admiring him.
The man saw Zhao Xin turn to look at him, slightly saluted, said with a smile: "I'm admiring Jinyan. I've met brother long."
Hearing Mu Jinyan's words, Zhao Xin was stunned: "do you know me?"
Mujinyan said with a smile: "in the battle of Kongming mountain, I'm afraid there are few people in Xingyun continent who don't know brother long."
Zhao Xin gave a bitter smile. It seemed that he was famous to others, but no one knew how painful he was that day. He was almost out of breath when he was endlessly challenged by the seven immortals, Lin Dong died, and was crushed by Ouyang Tianjian.
"I'm joking."
Mu Jinyan asked, "is brother long the one who came to wanmozong alone?"
Zhao Xin nodded, he did not deliberately hide traces, people want to investigate is not difficult.
Suddenly Mu Jinyan said: "I don't know if I have the luck to invite brother long to go with me. I'm also a person."
Looking at mujinyan's harmless and smiling, Zhao Xin didn't feel a little scheming and danger from him. He nodded his head and agreed with one more colleague.
"Thank you so much, brother long. With brother long, the grand meeting of the ten thousand demons treasure will be more guaranteed."
Mujin Yan said with a smile, this also heard a hint of flattery.
Zhao Xin didn't say anything more, and soon they passed through the crowd and crowded into the hall of ten thousand demons.
There are at least tens of thousands of people gathered in the hall of the ten thousand demon sect. It can be said that the crowd is crowded and the undercurrent is surging. Through the hall, we come to the highest place of the ten thousand demon peak, which is also a flat and open square. The square is wide and flat, and countless forces have gathered here.
The scale of the square does not need to be small, and the flow of people is about 50000.
In the middle of the square is a high platform, on which there are already ten forces, seven immortal sects, three chambers of Commerce. The only ones that are still in normal operation are quanseshengxiang Pavilion, Huangjian City, and Yimo cult. Zhao Xin doesn't see Lu dangerous building, but sees twelve hall leaders, and Zhao Litian is among them.
The leaders of the seven immortal sects were not the patriarchs, but some old monsters that Zhao Xin had never seen before. Their breath was like a deep abyss.
There are seven white haired old men sitting side by side. There are only seven of them sitting in the square, but no one dares to say that they don't agree. The strong will be treated like the strong.
"I didn't expect that even the Yanjiao Lingsheng of the fire god sect came."
Zhao Xin turned to see, the speaker is mu Jinyan: "the old man sitting on the top is the Holy Spirit?"
Zhao Xin pointed to the old man sitting in front of the fire god sect and asked suspiciously.
When Mu Jinyan heard Zhao Xin call them old men, he couldn't help laughing: "Yanjiao Lingsheng had already reached the fifth level of Lingsheng as early as 50 years ago, which is the most promising power in the whole mainland to break through the Shengzun after your father longzhesheng."
After listening to Mu Jinyan's explanation, Zhao Xin can't help but smash his mouth and look at Yan Jiao Lingsheng's eyes. I'm a good girl. How much experience and best equipment will it take to kill him?
Mu Jinyan looked at Zhao Xin's expression and thought that Zhao Xin was frightened. If he knew that Zhao Xin was thinking about how to kill the seven old men above, he didn't know what expression it would be.
As for AO Feng, he was standing beside Huangjian City, which clearly showed his cordial relationship with Huangjian city. When the five thousand imperial guards at the bottom of the platform saw the leading white robed general, Zhao Xin's face changed slightly and looked away.
The cloud Empire didn't send anyone. The star Empire has no time to take care of this. The three empires are Aofeng. The seven immortals are short of Huashan, and the three chambers of commerce are short of Qingtian chamber of Commerce and heilian chamber of Commerce.
Zhao Xin soon learned about the general distribution of forces. In addition to the ten forces in the arena, other forces are not enough to worry about in his eyes. Of course, he did not rule out the possibility of dark horses.
Wanmozong treasure is not only an opportunity, but also an opportunity to develop vigorously. If there is strength, it is inevitable to make a big splash. Of course, it may also lead to the end of the group. So many small forces are praying for their own backers to cover them.
In the crowded crowd waiting for nearly two hours, the sun is almost sunset, to see the people of the ten thousand demon sect.
A middle-aged old man flew to the high platform from nowhere, his hands pressed, and a strong sense of God spread, and the square became silent and calm.
"My Lord of ten thousand demons, Yanshan, you Taoist friends are gathered here today to compare our ten thousand demons. They all come for the treasure. To be honest with you, the opening time of the treasure is just one hour after night. However, opening the treasure requires two treasures. Now there is only one of them. If there is no second one, I'm afraid it will chill your hearts." Yanshan sighed, pretending to be helpless.
Some people under the stage clamored: "master Yan, what treasure is missing?"
"We're all here. We can't just go back."
"What's the first treasure?"
There was a lot of discussion under the stage, and the square suddenly fell into the noise again. Yan Shan's face was slightly unhappy, and his hands pressed a force to crush the crowd again. He motioned to you to shut up and make me angry again.
Feeling Yan Shan's anger, many people shut their mouths. This reminds them that they are the devil sect. They don't know how to talk about the morality of the river. If you don't like it, you can only admit it.
Yan Shan suddenly turned to look at Zhao Xin and said, "don't you come out to meet you? I think the treasure of the dragon family should be in the hands of long Xiaoyou. "
Yan Shan once said this, where his eyes had passed, he retreated one after another, leaving only mu Jinyan and Zhao Xin at the end of his sight. Also at this moment, Zhao Xin at least felt countless ways to kill himself, just when he wanted to resist.
Yanshan suddenly shook his arms, and all his killing ideas were instantly scattered. Yanshan gave a angry look at those people who sent out killing ideas, and said in a deep voice: "today, at least before the treasure is opened, anyone who wants to fight against long Xiaoyou is against me wanmozong."