Chapter 807

With that, he ran out of the hall directly, and then didn't look back: "by the way, there are two East islanders at the foot of the Mountain Gate who want to see you. Send someone to have a look."

"East islanders?" Lord Feihong frowned slightly. He didn't know why Dongdao people came to the door.

"Someone."

"Yes." A disciple serving outside the hall came in and respectfully said.

"Send two people to take the two East islanders up the mountain. I'll wait for them in Feiyun hall." Lord Feihong commanded.

"Yes." The disciple answered, turned and left

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As the Lingwu general assembly is about to be held, Feihong sect is busy, and the huge challenge arena has already been arranged, which still needs a lot of details and preparations.

The golden warrior and the white faced old man also came to the top of the mountain under the leadership of the disciples of Feihong sect. After they were taught a lesson by Qian Zheng, their arrogant attitude immediately restrained

"Two, the Lord is waiting in the temple." Guide the disciples to lead them to the front of Feiyun hall.

With that, the guide disciple pushed open the door of Feiyun hall for them.

When the door of the hall opened, the golden warrior and the old man saw the people in the hall, their pupils suddenly narrowed, and their eyes showed panic, because they saw the nightmare figure, Dongfang Hong.

Although Dongfang Hong has only been to the East Island twice, their impression is indelible. For the first time, Dongfang Hong killed a lot and almost destroyed the shrine. For the second time, he came to "negotiate" with his sword alone. If anyone dares to move Shen Feng's hair, he will wash the shrine again. In the end, he was so frightened that the whole shrine can only stop.

However, they managed to suppress their panic. This time they came to negotiate, not against Dongfang Hong.

The two "calmly" walked to the hall and said to the Lord of Feihong, who was sitting on the throne: "Jiye Saburo and Sasaki of the East Island shrine, meet the Lord of Feihong."

"Please sit down." Lord Feihong smiled calmly. The other party was a guest. As the Lord of the sect, he didn't give them a look.

"Thank you." They answered in unison and sat on the wooden chair next to them.

"Come and see tea." Lord Feihong commanded the disciples around him.

"Yes."

Before the two took the initiative to speak, Dongfang Hong on one side took the lead in saying, "as far as I know, I Feihong sect has no friendship with you. What are you doing here?"

Dongfang Hong's voice was low, not angry, but stared at them tightly.

The power of the East Island shrine is much stronger than that of the Beichen family, a Kendo aristocratic family who was once an enemy of Shen Feng. I don't know how many times. The original Yixin monk was a member of the shrine, and the shrine usually won't go out. These two people must have no good intentions to come here.

The skinny old man was stared at by Dongfang Hong and felt a little uncomfortable. He had experienced the battle between Dongfang Hong and the shrine in those years. Now he still had the fear of being dominated by Dongfang Hong's strong strength. As the main Messenger this time, he could not show his weak side.

"I heard that Guizong is going to hold a Lingwu conference. We come to congratulate you." Under pressure, the old man was neither humble nor arrogant.

Then he winked at the golden warrior around him. The golden warrior reached into his arms and took out a whole gold-plated box.

Lord Feihong motioned to the disciples around him, took the gold-plated box and opened it directly.

I saw a gold fan made entirely of gold quietly placed in the box. This gold fan was not used by the ladies of Dongdao when dancing, but a folding fan of Chinese style.

Lord Feihong took it in his hand and gently opened the gold fan. The fan is made of gold silk. The landscape of Feihong mountain is embroidered with gold thread on the fan. The workmanship of the fan is extremely exquisite and almost no defects can be picked out.

"Good thing!" Lord Feihong looked at the golden folding fan in his hand and exclaimed. Through this fan, we can see the "sincerity" of Dongdao shrine this time.

"If only the Lord liked it." The old man smiled and said.

"Come on, what's the matter with my Feihong sect this time? Don't turn around here and wipe the corners." Dongfang Hong said in a deep voice. He had dealt with Dongdao people and had no good impression of them. Moreover, his means were swift and resolute, and his patience was very limited.

"Our shrine has trained several young people with average talent. I want to take the opportunity of the China Lingwu conference to temper them." The old man smiled and said.

Lord Feihong and Dongfang Hong looked at each other. They didn't come to temper the younger generation of the shrine. It was clear that they came to fight against China.

"Well... There has never been such a thing before. I'm afraid it's wrong to create this precedent." Lord Feihong frowned and said, "I think we should inform other sects about this."

The old man was not surprised by the answer of Lord Feihong, but said what he had prepared before: "this is just a competition between the younger generation. As far as I know, the purpose of holding the Lingwu conference in China is to better inherit martial arts. We do this in line with the original intention of holding the Lingwu conference."

The old man thought for a moment, and then hurriedly added, "don't worry, Lord, we will definitely abide by the regulations of the Lingwu conference."

But Lord Feihong was still silent. After a moment, he replied, "I can't decide alone. I'd better wait to inform other lords."

At this time, the golden warrior sneered and said, "you have to tell other sects everything. Are huaxiawu afraid of us?"

As soon as his voice fell, he felt that he was locked by a powerful killing intention. It was Dongfang Hong who released that killing intention.

The warrior in gold didn't know where the courage came from at this time. He looked at Dongfang Hong and said, "what I said is just the truth. Our east island warriors are fearless, unlike your Chinese warriors who are afraid!"

"Do you want to die!" Dongfang Hong whispered.

"Bang!" He patted the table beside him and suddenly stood up.

As soon as he stood up, the table beside him broke open inch by inch. While the table broke, a strong internal Qi burst out of his body and locked the golden warrior in an instant.

The warrior in gold felt the momentum of Dongfang Hong, clenched his teeth tightly, and looked at him under this pressure. Now if he accepted advice, all the words he had said before would be in vain.

And Lord Feihong is here. He doesn't believe Dongfang Hong dares to kill himself face to face.

At this time, not only is the golden warrior nervous to death, but also the old man's heart. If the golden warrior has three advantages and two disadvantages, he can't run.

"Younger martial brother, don't be rude. Sit down." Lord Feihong whispered to Dongfang Hong