The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 56 The gathering of the old monsters, the mysterious woman
An ordinary house in Luoyang.

The house is not big, with an overall area of ​​more than 600 square meters, it is just an ordinary house.

However, when the whole of Luoyang was almost crazy, there were more than a dozen people standing quietly in this small courtyard.Most of them are strong and strong, the position of their temples is beating high, and there is a faint cold light between the opening and closing of their eyes, and they can be known to be martial arts experts at a glance.

Under a big tree in the courtyard, a beautiful figure sat gracefully at the stone table.

She has an exquisite figure and is dressed in a long white palace dress. Although her face is cold and plain, it is still difficult to hide her peerless grace.Those glistening eyes, the exquisite and straight nose, the pink and alluring cherry lips, and the whiter skin than fat, looked like a fairy who had fallen into the world.

However, although she was as beautiful as a fairy, her snow-white long hair made her a little more lonely than words, just like the legendary Guanghan Fairy.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man in a gorgeous light blue robe.

The man was tall and strong, with a Chinese character face without anger and prestige, and his eyes opened and closed like lightning and thunder, making people dare not look at him.And he is none other than Murong Zhen, the contemporary leader of the Ming Cult, who was once known as the No. 1 young master of martial arts.

However, Murong Zhen, who is so powerful in the world, is as obedient as a little white rabbit in front of this cold-faced woman, and he can't see the domineering spirit of the Mingjiao leader at all.

Murong Zhen carefully glanced at the woman in front of him, and said respectfully: "The left envoy has heard that the attack at the city gate has failed. But it has been confirmed that the monster was indeed injured."

"Are you hurt?"

The woman murmured and sighed softly: "To be able to defeat your great-grandfather, he was only injured a little bit more. This person is really terrifying. Even those old guys who survived back then were at most no more than siblings to your great-grandfather. Today's young people are truly terrifying."

Murong Zhen bowed and said: "Senior, you were joking, no matter how strong the demon way is, how can it be senior's match?"

The woman's eyes glanced at the depths of Luoyang City calmly, and sighed softly: "You don't understand, some people don't want to see me make a move. They are already here, I can feel it."

Murong Zhen was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at the woman suspiciously.

They, who is that?

Even when the ancestor was still alive, he personally admitted that he was not her opponent.The so-called them, are they stronger than the ancestors?
Murong Zhen was puzzled, but seeing the woman's cold face, he still didn't dare to ask further.The only thing I can do to move this woman is because the other party gave my great-grandfather face.If I angered her, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to die.

The martial arts conference was held in a mansion in Luoyang city.

The mansion was originally the residence of high-ranking Mongol officials, but after Gao Huan captured Luoyang City, this place became his residence.The mansion has three entrances and three exits, covering an area of ​​about 300 square meters, including two back gardens and more than [-] various rooms.

And the place where the martial arts conference is held is in the martial arts arena of the mansion.

The Martial arts field covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters, and only here is the space that can accommodate masters from all over the world.Naturally, not just anyone can enter the martial arts conference held by Daomen.Although there are tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners who came to Luoyang, the number of people who can really enter the house does not exceed 200.

Anyone who walks out here is a well-known figure in the Jianghu.

In a corner of the martial arts arena, three figures stood silently looking at each other, no one said a word.With Xu Fangyuan around them, no one dared to approach them easily, which looked rather weird.

Several people were silent for a moment, Hong Qigong said with a smile: "Taoism is really good, even Master Yideng was invited here."

Yideng clasped his hands together, and said calmly, "Although Yideng escaped into Buddhism, he still can't escape the word Jianghu. Taoism invites famous martial arts masters from all over the world to discuss martial arts plans. How can a poor monk refuse?"

Huang Yaoshi frowned slightly, looked at the masters gathered in twos and threes in the martial arts arena, and said in a deep voice: "Ninety percent of the world's masters have names and surnames, the Daoism is really not small. Old beggars are always the most well-informed , do you know the purpose of Daomen this time?"

Hong Qigong looked around, shook his head and said: "No, the Taoist sect is very strict this time, and no news has been leaked. However, the Taoist palace commands the Taoist forces in the world. With their terrifying strength, only those who dare not give them face I'm afraid there are not many people."

Yideng nodded slightly, shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's more than that, the power of the Taoist alliance is so terrifying that it makes people feel terrified. I don't know where they got the news, even a senior from Tianlong Temple who has lived in seclusion for hundreds of years, They were all invited over."

A senior who has lived in seclusion for a hundred years! ?

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, their faces were full of astonishment.

Living in seclusion in Tianlong Temple for a hundred years, what kind of cultivation is the other party?

Seeing the astonished expressions of the two, Yideng shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "That is the great-grandfather of the poor monk."

The corners of Hong Qigong's and Huang Yaoshi's mouths twitched slightly, and the eyes flickered fiercely.The Southern Emperor is already a person of the same generation as the two of them, if his great-grandfather is still alive, what age is that person!
How is this possible, why have I never heard of it?

The two were filled with disbelief, but seeing Master Yideng's serious expression, they could only remain silent.

With Yideng's personality, the two believe that the other party will never deceive themselves.Besides, what's the point of the other party deceiving himself in this kind of thing?
Seeing that the two fell silent, Yideng said helplessly: "Don't mention the two, even the poor monk himself just found out about this. The performance of the poor monk at that time was not much better than the two of you."

Hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time were filled with endless curiosity.

Who is the great-grandfather of Master Yideng?
In a corner of the crowd, two old figures were holding flagon bottles, drinking happily.

Both of them have white beard and hair, and the wrinkles on their faces are like the hills in the south. If it weren't for their clear eyes and seemingly vigorous energy, people would doubt whether they would fall down at any time.

"Third brother, when was the last time we got together?" One of the rather ugly old men sipped his drink and sighed.

Another old man who looked very handsome was silent for a moment, then sighed: "30 years ago."

"30 years, that's really fast. I've been in a trance for a hundred years, and most of the old people are no longer in the world, only us old things are left to linger." The ugly old man sighed with a touch of bitterness on his face.

(End of this chapter)